Chapter 007: Night Elves

It took a dozen breaths before Friet came out of the study, only now the scar on his face was gone......

Frit walked down the hallway in the open air, and everyone around him looked at him respectfully. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sure enough, as the Assassin reached the third floor, a knight in armor appeared at the top of the stairs and stopped the Assassin.

"Butler, your lord is already asleep," said the guard knight. "If there's anything to come back to-morrow, don't disturb his sleep. ”

Fleet smiled and nodded, but did not speak, because he knew that once he finished speaking, he would be completely exposed, and his appearance could be imitated, but he had not heard the voice, how could he imitate it?

The knight was not suspicious, but just glanced at him, and felt that there was something wrong with the butler today, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Just as the knight turned to go back upstairs, Fleet burst into flames and struck the bodyguard unconscious.

He dragged the bodyguard who had passed out and threw him into the utility room on the side.

Fleet looked at the bodyguard who had passed out, nodded with satisfaction, and was about to leave when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, "Butler, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Frett's right hand became a claw, pinched the neck of the man behind him, and violently crushed the man's throat bone, he clapped his hands, "Brother, it's not the right time for you to appear." With that, he closed the man's eyes and walked out of the utility room.

At this time, the assassin easily came to the third floor, the duke's room, in the innermost part of the third floor.

In fact, many lords are like this, they always like to put their bedroom in the innermost room, which is the legendary master bedroom.

In this way, there is no need for Fritt to find room by room.

Friet wondered what lesson he should teach the nobleman a lesson, and after thinking for a long time, the Assassin suddenly thought of a clever trick and acted on it.

This is one of Fritt's habits, he likes to think about how to kill people until the end of the day, he arranges everything properly, but he doesn't think about how to solve the goal.

Because, in his opinion, there is no one in this world who he can't kill, no matter who he is, as long as he wants to kill, no one can escape his assassination.

If that's the case, then why bother thinking about ways to kill the target in advance?

The assassin's methods of killing people are strange, but today's incident made him hurt his brain, this time it was not murder, it was intimidation!

He has killed countless people in his life, and this is the first time he has been intimidated. So, he thought of a brilliant note. At least in his opinion, the idea is fun and interesting!

Frit ran to the utility room on the second floor, cut off the dead man's head, and packed it in a copper box that he had found nowhere, and he put a note on top of the box.

It reads: Gift from Kharma Khan.

In the darkness of the night, there was silence all around.

A figure suddenly flashed into a corner of the room.

In the darkness, there was a sudden exclamation: "Who is there?"

Frit didn't expect that there was a vigil in the nobleman's room, and in a hurry, he could only throw the box in his hand on the ground, and then kicked the figure in the darkness opposite.

Knight Enge glanced at the box under his feet, then pulled out the sword at his waist, and pointed at the man in black near the door: "Who are you?"

Friet replied with a nonchalant smile, "I'm an Assassin." ”

As an assassin, you must have the true character of a killer, that is, you must be calm and decisive in the face of problems, and at critical times, you must be able to defeat the enemy, and you can afford to take it and let it go.

"Assassin?" said Sir Engel, a sneer of disdain on his face. "You have the audacity to run into the Duke's Mansion to assassinate you. ”

Fleet gave the other a contemptuous look. "To me, it's just an ordinary mansion, and I can come and go as I please!" he said, with a tone of contempt. "The box has been handed to you, and it's time for me to go. ”

"This is not the place to come and go whenever you want," Sir Engel said, though he was a little confused, raised his sword and charged at the black-clad assassin on the other side. "Whoever you are, tonight will be the last of your assassin career. ”

No one in Fleet's memory used this to warn him, and he never used it himself.

The top Assassins were always in a good mood no matter what the crisis, and would never say: This is the last time.

At this time, the Duke of Kesto, who was lying on the bed, was also awakened.

"Stop!" But instead of showing a look of horror, the lord of Dehrim City asked the black-clad assassin opposite, "Why did you kill me?" ”

When Knight Engel heard the duke's order coming from behind him, he immediately withdrew his sword and took two sharp steps back.

His eyes were fixed on the man in black opposite, the sword in his hand clenched, and his body stood still beside Duke Michod.

Friet smiled at the courtesy of the honorific title of nobility: "Duke Casto, if I were to kill you, I would not have to talk to your guards here, but would take your life directly!"

Duke Kesto Michord did not pay attention to the contemptuous tone, but asked, "Are you sure you can outmaneuver my Guardian?, and then take my life before my soldiers appear?"

"I can't judge the final outcome without a match!" Fritt replied tepidly. "But if it's going to take your life, I have a lot of options!"

Duke Michod complimented, "You are confident, but not arrogant!" and then he changed his words. "In that case, please tell me what is the purpose of your visit?"

Fleet blurted out. "It's simple, it's just to intimidate you!"

"It's a pity that you didn't succeed, and apart from a hint of shock, your presence did not frighten me. Duke Michod's pale green eyes glanced at him suspiciously. "Tell me, why are you doing this?"

"Please don't ask why," Fleet replied, still smiling. "I'm just a killer. ”

"Mr. Killer, I would like to know who your master is. Duke Michod said in a solemn tone. "Just tell me, and I can promise to get you out of here unscathed. ”

"I'm sorry, I won't tell you!"

One of the Assassin Codes: Under no circumstances should the identity of the client be revealed. Unless the client wants to kill himself, the client's life must not be endangered.

As a top-notch Assassin, Friet naturally did not go against the credibility of the Assassins.

"How much gold did the other party give you to do something for him?" Duke Michod said again when he saw that the coercion could not be coerced. "Well, I'm willing to give double...... Five-fold ?...... Well, in this way, I pay ten times the commission, as long as you tell me who entrusted you. ”

"It's not a matter of gold, it's credibility as an Assassin. Frit said with cold politeness. "Besides, I didn't intend to assassinate you, but I was only hired to intimidate you. As the lucky one, you should be content. ”

"Sir Engel," ordered Duke Michord in a shritive voice. "Take him down for me!"

The other party's repeated insults made him unbearable, and since he couldn't get rid of the main messenger behind the scenes, he didn't plan to talk to the assassin anymore. (To be continued.) )