I took off my hood and sat down opposite him again, and then put a mercenary badge on the table, he looked at me puzzled, this was the first time I showed my true face in front of him, he picked up the badge, just one glance, his eyes glared out, he didn't dare to give me a letter, and then he couldn't hide his surprise and pushed the badge back to me, and then said, "You...... You're from the Storm Mercenary Regiment?"

"Yes, Magic Bow Martin," I said calmly.

But he was not calm, he asked excitedly but in a low voice: "Don't you know that the regent has been looking for you all along?

The fire of my soul suddenly trembled, and on that night of blood and fire, the bearded face suddenly appeared in the fire of my soul, which really scared me, and the next picture, the dying man handed me a scroll and said something to me, but I didn't hear anything, so hard that this is what the living call memories?

"No, I didn't take anything. I said calmly to the man, and then continued: "For this regent, I advise you to stay away from him, I will not take on all his tasks in the future, and you should not contact him again, and be careful of dying at his hands." With that, I put my hood back on, retrieved my badge, tucked the bag under my arm again, and left the bar peacefully, under the gaze of the man with the surprised face.

A person lying in a hospital bed, on the verge of death, he or she, must be thinking about how good it would be if my bodily functions could be restored. I'm in the mood for this now, and as a deceased, I'm now enjoying the embarrassment of having to go to the toilet to restore my function.

In fact, half of the reason I left the bar was because I had to go to the bathroom, and I didn't know how to solve this physiological problem when I stood in front of the bar.

Fortunately, this is the Middle Ages, most people are solved in the remote alleyway, and there is one opposite this bar, I naturally have to follow the example, entering the alley, I looked back, here just can see the door of the bar, and there is no street lamp and other lighting equipment here, you can clearly see the people in and out of the bar, and out of the bar, but can not see the situation in this alley.

With the sound of the water being released, I felt my body quickly return to a comfortable state, and I did not leave the alley after the water, but only took two steps towards the entrance of the alley, which allowed me to see the various conditions at the door of the bar, and also allowed me to hide in the darkness, I knew that there was only one door in this bar, and that person could only come out of this door.

I don't know what's going on today, I'll be so out of shape after reading the employment record of the Black Star Mercenary Regiment, this was impossible before, if it was placed before yesterday, I would treat this situation with an indifferent attitude, but just now, I was extremely excited, I couldn't help but touch the chest pocket of my shirt, there was a small parchment scroll, there was something I didn't know what to do, I couldn't read it, I didn't want to understand it before, but now I have an urge to take it out and ask someone about it。

This scroll of paper was given to me by the leader of the Storm Mercenary Regiment before he died, and at the same time, I finally remembered what he said, and he told me that this scroll of paper was very important, and that it might save my life if necessary, and that the thing he regretted the most was that he took this errand.

These things have happened for ten years, but I still haven't figured it out, I didn't want to because I couldn't figure it out, but today I know that these things have a lot to do with the person who has been hiring me to kill people, so I started to think about it again, but I still can't figure it out, but I understand a lot more things than I did back then, and it seems that it really seems to be right in front of me, just one opportunity to pierce it.

The man finally came out of the bar, he seemed a little distracted, he walked fast and slow, as if something was hesitating, I didn't come out immediately, and when he walked a little farther, but not out of my sight, I quietly followed.

The man staggered and hesitated to the city gate, the city gate was not closed at this time, to be exact, this city gate was not closed all night, because this is the south gate, it will not be closed without emergency military information, but the assassination of King Beijing did not let it close, but it was quite surprising.

The man went out of the city, stood there for a long time without moving, even the soldiers at the gate of the city felt a little strange, and when he was about to go up for interrogation, he seemed to have made up his mind, and hurriedly turned to the west of the city, and soon his figure disappeared into the night.

In a forest not far from the west of the city, there is a faint sound of conversation, standing outside the woods, if you don't listen carefully, you really can't hear what they are saying, but at this point in time, no one will really come to this wood, and naturally no one will come to listen to what the conversation in the woods is talking about.

There was a tent in the depths of the woods, the tent was not big, but it was a bit high, and it was possible to stand in the tent anyway, and there were a dozen or so people patrolling around the tent, and there were more than a dozen pairs of eyes watching vigilantly in the treetops or roots of the trees on the periphery.

The conversation came from the tent, where there were two people, one was the same person who was in the bar with Sean, and the other was wearing a black leotard with a hood on his head, revealing only two eyes, which were looking at the man scrutinically.

There were no windows in the tent, the door was tightly closed, no light could penetrate at all, and the lantern was behind the man in black, and the light imprinted the figure of the man on the wall of the tent, but the man could not see the man in black clearly, not even the texture of the tights on his body.

The man was standing squarely in front of the man in black, who was sitting in the only chair in the tent, and to his right was a marching table, and the index finger of his right hand was constantly hitting the marching table.

Every time the index finger collides with the desktop, there is a slight "doo", this sound is not slow, not urgent, very rhythmic, ordinary people will not hear any reaction, but in the ears of that person is so harsh, like a sledgehammer pounding on his heart, he should not be so afraid of the person in front of him, after all, he is a famous manager who holds more than a dozen top assassins in the industry.

"Dad, Sean doesn't want to take this job, I can recommend other people to you, there is no need to hang yourself on his tree. "That person has long lost the calmness he had when facing Sean.