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Colin got up from the water, and the situation just now was a narrow escape for Colin: almost before his foot stepped on the dark line, Colin spotted it, and collected the force in time, and then jumped out in an extremely awkward position with the back heel of his front foot, and fell into the mud, and only then did he save his life.

But it's a pity that Colin doesn't have that agility after all, and after most of his body jumps out, the soles of his feet inevitably rub slightly against the dark tripwire. The tripwire trembled slightly, and it didn't seem to explode immediately, which relieved Colin who was lying on the ground.

"Bang!"

The bomb finally exploded, but fortunately Colin was far from the center of the explosion and was only scratched on the buttocks by a small piece of the piece.

"Oops! This bomb has blown up!"

Colin looked around to find a place to hide, and now that he was injured in the buttocks, although the part was embarrassing, it was indeed impossible to walk fast, let alone escape the pursuing man in black.

"It seems that there is only one gamble!" Colin took out a bottle of brown potion from his bosom, poured it down, and then stiffened and collapsed to the water's edge......

Soon after, Colin's "corpse" side happened in the bloody plot of the brother killing the brother.

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Jacques, who had rushed some distance, took two or three steps and stopped, looked down at his blood-stained hands and was stunned: "I, kill, my brother ......"

Jacques recalled the crazy and terrifying voice in his head, the voice was almost figurative, through that voice he almost saw Hawke stabbing the dagger into his heart, seeing his brother do the same thing that he had just done to him after his death, and he could not tolerate the slightest hesitation, the voice almost pushed him to his own brother.

It wasn't until the sounds in his head that drove him to run away had ceased that he had calmed down from his panic. Like a drug addict who had quit his addiction, he now felt like he was out of strength, all the experiences he had just experienced were like a nightmare, every cell in his body had been in a high tension from beginning to end, and he had not relaxed, and now without the impetus of that crazy voice, Jacques's whole body was paralyzed and sat on the ground.

This was Jacques' darkest day as an Assassin: Jacques lost his parents at a young age, and he and his brother Hawke lived together as beggars, gangsters, and mercenaries licking blood, and it was not until the brothers were discovered by an organization of "obscure daggers" that they began to train as Assassins and became professional Assassins.

Hawke's physical fitness and combat skills have always been much better than Jacques's, and when the two of them carry out missions, it is often the elder brother who entangles the guards to attract attention, and then the younger brother infiltrates to assassinate, and each successful mission means that the elder brother has a few more scars on his body, but in any case, these missions are successful, and the brothers also get a large bounty. However, the good times didn't last long, as a mysterious parent group of the Dark Dagger had been tasked two months earlier: to go to the neighboring country, the Kariye Empire, to create chaos. It seemed destined to be a mission from which there was no return: Jacques could feel the infinite regret in the eyes of the young Assassins as the Order Elders explained the details of the mission.

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Coming back to his senses from his memories, Jacques began to calmly analyze his current situation: after the death of his brother, Jacques was somewhat relieved, and for a long time, the organization often threatened the life of the other in order to keep the two brothers to continue to serve. But now that my brother is dead, although I killed him by mistake when I was bewitched, this is not a relief for my brother and myself. Moreover, if he went back to Antutan at this time, the childish trick he had set up on the scene on impulse would be as simple as a child's trick in Antutan's eyes, but he would inevitably die if he killed his colleagues.

After thinking about it, Jacques struggled to get up from the ground and walked towards the scene step by step: he needed to take his brother's body and return to his hometown.

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Here, Colin had returned to the surface in a large wooden barrel. Colin stayed in the well for nearly three hours, and Sauer even dozed off at the edge of the well, until Colin suddenly pulled the well rope and drove the roller to turn and hit Sauer's head before waking him up.

Thankfully, Sauer had never opened the well, otherwise Colin would have faced an angry assassin who had lost his brother. And this time Colin is not sure to bewitch him again, the feigned death potion has also been used up, it can be said that if Colin can't ascend the well at this time, he will only face death!

"Colin, you're playing too much this time, but I'm so worried, I thought you died down there!" Sauer was still half-awake.

"I almost planted it this time, okay, let's ask Ilya to help call the town doctor, I'm injured, by the way, give me a hand, I'm going to go into the house." Colin replied weakly.

"Ah, where are you hurt?!" Sauer asked with concern.

"Do as I say, you don't have to ask for the rest!" Colin replied angrily, blushing.

Indeed, the scars on the buttocks are quite unspeakable.

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For another three days, the well-informed old man Colin injured his butt in the well at home could not be covered up after all. These days, there is an endless stream of villagers who come to see the joke in the name of visitation, and everyone pretends to be concerned, but they want to see the funny posture of Colin who is lying on the bed with his ass pouting at this time.

"Shame on me! I was actually laughed at by Old Axmore!"

"Be calm, Colin, it's not easy to get hurt when you're angry. Sauer, accustomed to Colin's tragedy, did not react, though he told almost all the neighbors to the east of the town when he first learned of it.

"Oh, it's Sauer, it's gratifying to hear it from the culprit of it all!" Colin had never hated the stupid big guy in his neighbor's house so much, even though he had saved his life not long ago.

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Security checks outside Eaton weren't lax, even though most of the guards in the watchtower had been sent to various parts of the territory to fortify themselves against Wyvern attacks.

Today is the monthly duty-free trading day, and caravans pass through the gates of Eton City to enter the military town in the eastern part of the empire. They usually stayed here for three days to rest and make deals with local retailers before heading for Caprito, the imperial capital.

The Calendula Chamber of Commerce is one such caravan that has come from the south of the empire and finally arrived in the city in front of them after a long journey. At the moment they are waiting in line to undergo a security check. The caravan's guards had already begun to discuss what kind of girl they would find to play with after entering the city, but it was clear that the caravan leader's eyebrows were still solemn. Cambuur is the leader of this caravan, and he is also the eldest young master of the Calendula Chamber of Commerce, and he has long heard the rumors of the dragon scourge in the territory of Eton City, and staying outside the town for an extra second at this moment is full of torment for him.

"Don't be nervous, young master, there are so many guards here, it's more than enough to deal with a juvenile wyvern. A flirtatious female voice came from the roof of the van.

"It's always right to be more careful, my grandfather and my father were also careful in keeping the family, and it was only with the care that the family has achieved today. Cambuur still has some trust in this mercenary, after all, she is a first-class skill, a week ago in the woods south of the city she helped to solve seven or eight guards who could not help a giant ape, saving the lives of more than twenty people up and down the caravan, and then accepted his own request, promising to escort his caravan to Eton City. On the other hand, this female mercenary has a lot of looks, and even a rich boy like Cambuur, who has experienced the world, has a trace of spring, and naturally has a good impression of her.

The procession marched slowly, and finally, it was Cambuur's turn to be in the convoy. The guards confirmed Cambuur's identification letter, inspected the goods, and without saying much, made a gesture of release. Cambuur hurriedly thanked him, urging the drivers to drive their cars into the city.

No one noticed the mercenary lying on the roof of the car, let alone the weird sneer on the corner of her mouth.