Chapter 006: Top Assassin

In the evening, the moon was high and the wind was cool, and the night sky suddenly began to rain heavily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Assassin walked down the road in a gray cloak, and the downpour seemed to wash the blood off the Assassin's body.

Friet loved to walk in the rain, once dreaming of becoming a free poet, but now he is a cold-blooded killer.

He was not only a top Assassin, but also the founder of the Shadow Assassins.

Friet came to the outside of the Duke's mansion, surrounded by soldiers with spears.

Fleet smiled, this level of defense was useless in his eyes. It was too easy for a top-notch assassin to get in.

The middle-aged man, with a scar on his face, circled around the huge mansion and then hid in a dark and secluded corner.

He took off the gray cloak he had draped over his body, and it turned out that he was wearing a tight-fitting night coat underneath!

Frit hides in the darkness in a nightcoat.

At this time, he is the spirit of the night, free from the shackles of the world, without the hustle and bustle of the market, away from the noisy crowd, he hides in a quiet corner, only the company of this night!

Night falls. He became the protagonist here.

Night is his most gorgeous dress, so tonight's theme is still black.

The wind of the night, cold and pure, accompanied by the wind, Friet began to raise his proud neck, with two faint green lights in his eyes, and walked with graceful and vigorous steps in this silent night.

Fleet, knowing what he was doing, silently climbed over the fence and looked around carefully to make sure he wasn't noticed. He crouched in the corner of the wall, slowly leaning against the wall towards the courtyard.

He was now in the backyard of the Earl's Mansion, which now seemed to be the most laxly defended.

After all, the backyard is so big, it is impossible to take three steps and one post, and there is a confident smile on the corner of the assassin's mouth.

Walking to the front is the back door, where two soldiers are guarding the door.

No one wants to get caught in the rain on this rainy day, right? So Fritt reckoned that most people were now looking for a place to hide from the rain.

The Assassin wiped the raindrops from his face so as not to obscure his vision, and carefully observed where there were any loopholes, and if he found the slightest flaw, Fleet was sure to enter the interior of the mansion.

Suddenly, the Assassin noticed that there was a window on the second floor that was open, and according to the previous structural drawing, that location happened to be the study!

The Assassin knew that it was midnight, that no one could be in the study, and that there was no light there, and that someone had forgotten to close the window.

For no one could have believed that such a man would dare to enter the count's mansion under the noses of so many soldiers.

This little loophole, in Fleet's eyes, is fatal enough!

The Assassin reached the foot of the building, where the two soldiers were still talking nonsense, not noticing a black shadow passing them.

Friet leaned against the corner of the building and glanced at the two soldiers at the door, making sure he hadn't been spotted.

His voice was small, and the sound of raindrops around him made no difference.

Frit looked at the open window above his head and pulled out an iron hook from behind his back, under which hung a rope.

He threw the hook up with all his might, pulled it hard, and made sure that the hook was hooked, and then pulled the rope and climbed up.

At this moment, the mutation occurred, and the study on the assassin's head suddenly lit up.

At this time, the Assassin was suspended in mid-air, unable to get up or down, and the Assassin felt a chill at this time, and he knew that if someone found out, his mission would be a failure.

It will be much more difficult to get in next time, and Friet is not afraid of trouble, but he does not want to make trouble for himself.

"Bastard, who allowed you to chase her with someone?" came an angry rebuke from the study. "Those elite soldiers have died because of your foolishness. ”

"Father," defended Lafad Michod. "She's my fiancée, is it wrong for me to take someone to get her back?" said his guardian knight, Ser Eng, standing behind him with a blank expression.

The sharp color in Duke Kesto's eyes cast on Sir Engel on the side, and then he withdrew his gaze to look at his son.

"Fiancée, have you asked me about this?" he asked. "Have I promised you to marry a merchant's daughter?"

"Father, Julia is the most beautiful girl I have ever met," Lafad pointed out to his father. "Moreover, Mr. Shafft is the richest merchant in Dehrim, and if I marry his daughter, all his fortune will belong to our family of Kestor. ”

"Fool, a merchant's daughter will turn you around?" Duke Michord then reprimanded. "Lafad, don't forget who you are, your surname, I will never allow the heir of the Michod family to marry the daughter of a merchant. ”

"Father, but ......" the young master seemed to be unwilling.

Duke Michod knew what was going on in his son's heart, and he knew what he wanted to say at the moment.

Duke Kesto Michod interrupted: "The entire Dehrium region is our Michod family, will I peek into the insignificant gold in the pockets of others?"

"No!" Lafad replied in a low voice.

Duke Michod faced his men again, and his face showed a hint of fierceness: "Sir Engel, in the future, you are not allowed to transfer soldiers without my orders. ”

"Yes, sir!" replied Sir Engel respectfully.

"Go down!" said Duke Michod, his tone softened, and he waved his hand. "I'm tired, I'm going back to my room to rest. ”

Outside the window, Frit kept pulling the rope to make sure that he would not fall and would not climb up again.

After a long time, the candlelight on the upper floor went out again.

He still didn't move, he was waiting, waiting for a message.

After a while, Fleet heard a "squeak", and he was sure that the people upstairs had gone out, and then he let out a slow breath.

After another dozen breaths, the assassin managed to break into the study, slowly pushed the door open a crack, and observed the corridor, after about a few hundred breaths, still no one passed here.

Friet didn't know where to take out a mask and put it on his face, believing that he would not be exposed.

However, the Assassin has always been cautious in his work, and he will not allow himself to take the slightest risk.

In the words of the Assassin: As a killer, you must first learn to protect yourself!

For such a simple reason, Fleet had to arrange a way out for himself first, even if he was discovered just now, he had more than a dozen ways to escape from here.

It's just that it's easy for him to go out, but it's hard to come in again.

Fleet pushed open the door to the study, and carefully recalled the room where Duke Caesto was.

Determining his bearings, the Assassin descended into the hallway. (To be continued.) )