The autumn rain fell silently like smoke and mist on the rubble, dead branches and leaves in the clearing, drenching the ground, the house, the trees, and the Assassins. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Friet didn't go far, and if Duke Michod had ordered his soldiers to hunt down the Assassins, perhaps the Knight of Engel would have had a chance to capture the leader of the Shadow Assassins.

Due to the rain, the stone bricks on the ground were so slippery that Friet accidentally sprained the bone of his right foot when he fell from the window on the third floor. It was fine, but it would affect how quickly he could escape.

At this moment, the black-clad assassin was hiding near an alley around the right corner about a hundred yards away from the Count's Mansion.

The pitch-black night, coupled with the black outfit, provided him with a huge barrier.

Frit leaned silently against the cold, damp wall behind him, letting his body fit in with the wall as much as possible.

After hundreds of breaths, after making sure that there were no pursuers, he let out a sigh of relief, and a chuckle tugged at the corner of his mouth.

As a top assassin, in addition to having outstanding skills and a calm mind at all times, you must also have an extraordinary sense of hearing.

Only then would it be possible for the Assassins to accomplish the impossible.

With no pursuers, Fleet took off his night suit and became a passer-by in ordinary attire.

He took a slow step and left the secluded alley, heading for the main street ahead, where there was a tavern of good reputation.

Even the Assassins needed to relax, drink and cuddle with beautiful women.

The third rule of the Assassins: if you complete the mission, you are not a killer. Even when he was drunk and asleep, Fleet remembered this.

No matter how mysterious they were, Assassins were human beings, with the same joy, anger, sorrow, and joy as ordinary people.

Coldness and ruthlessness are just some kind of signature state of theirs, which is their job and their life.

But their hearts are not completely deserted, some of them will fall in love, and some of them will be kind.

No matter how they lived, in the end, they could not escape the fate of the Assassins.

No king or noble lord would risk his life to assassinate another king or enemy, and it is always his subordinates, the assassins of the night, and the outlaws of mercenaries who are always at risk.

As a special group, the Assassins have always been a group that is outside this world, and their whereabouts are secretive.

Coming without a trace, going without a trace, climbing the cornice wall, walking through the broken wall - this is one of the most legendary descriptions of the Assassins.

On a wider street across the alley, two mercenaries in leather cloaks walked on a rainy night.

The heavy rain washed away the dust on the streets, and also washed away the sorrow that swirled in the hearts of the young mercenaries, as well as helplessness and loss.

"It's damn weather, it's raining all of a sudden!" Manid couldn't help but complain to Ellen. "Boss, it's raining so hard and we're all soaking wet, is it appropriate to go to see Duke Michod in such an embarrassment?"

"Just leave our cloaks in the doorway, a little rain doesn't hurt!" Alleyne responded. "We're just messengers, not guests, let alone begging, and who cares if a mercenary is clean?"

Manid looked at Alleyne with a changing gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Boss, do you really think so?"

Alleyne grinned and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is the facts. ”

"Ferres, old friend didn't expect to meet here. The man who spoke came out of the fork in the road and stood in front of them, still being beaten by the rain.

Alleyne heard his old name being called, and he turned to look at the familiar figure with a surprised expression.

"Is it, why are you here?" his tone was full of doubt, mixed with subtle anger.

"Don't get excited, old friend, my goal this time has nothing to do with you. Frit explained with a smile. "I just happened to be doing something around here, and the matter was already done, and I happened to be passing by here, and I happened to see an acquaintance, and heard those words of an old friend. ”

Alleyne looked at the cold face in front of him, thinking of his comrades who had died under the other's merciless sword. He suddenly invited: "Since we met, then let's find a tavern together to catch up!"

"Another day!" Fleet refused. "I see you seem to have important things to do, and I still won't delay your time!"

"What if I have to keep you?" Aryne's hand reached for the sword at his waist. Manid had also taken the other side, blocking the Assassins' retreat.

"Then you can give it a try!" replied Fritt without flinching. "Since I dare to appear in front of you, I am naturally sure that I will be able to leave. ”

The duel has begun!

Manid stood silently, his right hand pressed against the hilt of his sword, ready to draw his sword.

Fritt, on the other hand, ignored him, and slowly roamed around Arenn with a sharp dagger in his hand, looking for the other's alleged weakness.

Fleet's black dagger posed no threat to Ellen, and the only thing that could make the mercenaries jealous was the soft sword at the Assassin's waist.

Both men have a lot of experience in hand-to-hand combat, and both are lethal. The two are also very good at medium and long distance skills.

But the Assassin is the spirit of the night, the spokesman of the Grim Reaper.

At night, the Assassin's mind was more agile and his facial features were more agile, and Fritt liked the feeling of walking in the dark.

Once Fleet finds an opportunity to take advantage of the gap, Ellen is likely to lose.

Friet has a cold appearance, flashy skills, and agile skills, and is good at both dodging and attacking.

He's silent, his battles are instantaneous, fast, and when you find him, it's either you dead or he's dead. Because of this charisma, he is known as the Night Elf.

"See the blade in my hand that is faster than the wind?" said Fleet, fiddling with the dagger in his hand, dismissively. "Don't even think about getting out of the way, because it's in vain!"

"How do you know I can't hide without trying?" When Alleyne saw the sneer on the assassin's face, he already had a huge sense of crisis in his heart, and he couldn't even describe what he was really thinking in his heart at the moment.

"Old friend, you made a bad decision!" Fritt said with a cold smile on his lips. "Perhaps, you'll even be a victim of your companions!" his words were full of cold murderous intent.

"Even if it's a bad decision, it's better than doing nothing. Aren's tone was unquestionable. "Maybe your appearance was a mistake, you shouldn't have just appeared in front of me like this, you should know that I won't let you go easily. ”

Perhaps it was a bad decision to stop the First Assassin. But Alleyne knew very well in his heart that the choice between them had clearly become the opposing camp, and sooner or later there would be a life-and-death struggle on the battlefield again. Instead of waiting until then, take advantage of the perfect opportunity at this moment.

Fritt paused, but did not revert to his usual indifferent expression. "In that case, I'll do it!" (To be continued.) )