Even the royal capital, in the darkest time before dawn, had to restrain the noise and silence for a moment. The street, which had exhausted the day's bustle, was like a dying convulsion, with the occasional noise of a few drunks and the remnants of life in the volatile lights.

Two drunken young men walked by the arms of each other. One was already drunk, the other was a little more sober, and there was still a remnant of sanity to find where the two would land next. Both of them are very young, they are the age of fooling, handsome and good-looking, and they are also the capital of fooling. This is a common character in the royal capital, and the peers you meet on the road don't care.

The two young drunks gradually walked to the quietest and darkest section. There were also three drunks in front of them who came crookedly. Everyone is stepping on the steps of reversal and getting closer and closer.

The three drunks seemed to be very drunk, and the stench of alcohol filled the entire street. They couldn't even figure out the direction of their walking, and they were almost sideways down the street, and before they knew it, they were about to bump into the two drunk young men. At the moment when they were about to collide, the hands of the three drunkards suddenly flipped over, as if they had practiced movements for decades, and each of them already had an extra dagger in their hands. The hand holding the knife is very professional, and the grip is very tight and steady. The body that had been crooked like a molting snake suddenly straightened, and the leopard-like suddenly pounced on the two young men who were already close at hand. The swift movements had nothing to do with the still drunken expression on his face and the smell of alcohol all over his body.

The blade is short, and it shimmers green in the light. There is no blood groove on it, because once the blood comes out, the toxicity is reduced.

The three knives entered the flesh as smoothly as they pierced into bread, and the sharp edges did not make a sound in the muscles, as if even the bones could not stop them. The unique shape really worked, no blood flowed out, and every bit of toxin on it played its due role, quickly and completely integrated into the body tissues to diffuse, and destroyed. The body, which was so full of vitality just now, suddenly stopped all vitality. Not to mention the struggle, even the breathing, the heartbeat, every sign of life stopped at once. In the blink of an eye, it was still a human, and in the next blink of an eye, it was a lump of flesh waiting to rot and grow maggots.

The sword is quenched with a powerful poison extracted from the tail of the scorpion master in the distant underground world of Negan. As soon as this strange and violent toxin enters any living body, it will immediately paralyze all nervous tissue, and even if you can't die, you can't move, and it is the favorite poison used by assassins. Moreover, the toxins on these three knives were enough to kill ten of the most majestic horses.

The three corpses fell upright, making a sound like a crash of wood, but in the blink of an eye, their bodies were completely stiff. The young man, who was not too drunk, just took a step back with his companion crooked, and drunkenly pushed it, and the three agile and sophisticated assassins collided with each other, and the knives stabbed into each other's bodies.

In the darkness around them, more than a dozen black figures flashed silently, and their professional steps and movements kept their movements from making a sound. These people all had the same daggers in their hands, and they glowed with the same green light. Seeing their companions lying there in a strange position, these people's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, staring at the two people who were surrounded in the middle with the same straight eyes as the corpse.

It wasn't until all these people stood still that a man came out of the darkness with a bang. The man was tall, not dressed in black, as if he was reluctant to hide his brutal muscles, and he carried a giant sword commensurate with his body in his hand, and every step on the ground had the sound of footsteps commensurate with his figure. If it weren't for the bandages on his face, he would have looked like a mighty giant spirit god.

The man looked carefully at the two men in the encirclement with his eyes in the gap in the bandage. The culprit who had put him in bandages looked so drunk that he could only stand with the support of his companions. And this companion still looks slightly drunk even if he has already put down the three assassins, it is not pretending.

"Who are you?" he stared at the slightly drunk man, the bandages that made him speak indistinctly. He waved his hand. "Well, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who it is, kill him for me. Don't kill that drunk one, I'm going to deal with him personally. The men in black all around him pounced.

All around him were professional assassins who had been trained in the world, and his uncle had paid a lot of money to bring in them from other countries, and would only use these secret weapons when absolutely absolutely necessary. Killing such a half-drunk person will never be a problem. As for the drunkard, you have to keep it yourself and deal with it slowly, first pick the tendons of your hands and feet, and then catch it back.....

But immediately even his somewhat troubled mind realized that something was wrong. Although this man was empty-handed, although he was a little drunk, he was still unharmed and comfortable under the attack of these dozen or so professional assassins. He grabbed the hand of an assassin with one hand, and with the dexterity of twisting his clothes, the joints in his hands cracked.

The Assassin's wrist was broken as soon as he let out a small wail before it was interrupted, as his body was used as a shield, and several daggers inserted into it made his voice as stiff and frozen as his body in an instant.

The humanoid shield immediately took on the user's hand. While he was stabbed several more times, his hand in an assassination position also stabbed an accomplice, and then with a horizontal swing, his legs as stiff as wood hit the accomplice who pounced on the side, and the sound of broken bones rang out.

The Assassins were all masters of working together, and they all used the well-honed pace formation to assassinate the man in the middle, but the man's body swam like a string of flowers among the daggers flying around him. It was as if the attacks of more than a dozen people around him had been arranged for him to dodge, and he had already known every movement of everyone, dodging like flowing water while the stiff corpse was also thrust left and right in his hand, and there were assassins who made the sound of bones breaking under this strange weapon or were stabbed by the dagger attached to this shield, and fell straight down.

When the humanoid weapon swept away with a powerful sweep and sent two Assassins flying, and the other was stabbed with a dagger and fell straight down, the big man standing next to him finally understood the situation. He lifted the greatsword in his hand and wanted to rush to join the warband, but he looked at the target lying on the ground that he was still ready to deal with slowly, and rushed towards the flesh on the board again. He hadn't forgotten that this was the real one to deal with, while the man was still dealing with the remaining Assassins. He raised his giant sword high and slashed down at his target, and under this hundred-pound guy and his brute force, the flesh of the human body would be as delicate as a petal.

'Boom'. Stone slabs on the ground are flying. He strangely didn't feel the feel of chopping bones and crushing muscles, nor did he hear the sound of flesh cracking. There was only a strange chill in my throat.

Then a warm current came up, and every part of my throat felt this strange heat wave, and there was some stinging in it. The warm current even began to gush out of the body, extending down the skin.

The opponent, who had been sleeping on the ground and drunk like a dead dog, had already stood up. Not only did he stand up, but he stood there with blazing eyes, sober as an apple washed in ice water, and the sword in his hand was still dripping with blood. It was blood in his throat.

He threw away his sword, clutched his throat and stepped back, as if to escape the horrible reality before him. But the blood in his veins was still gushing out happily, trying to pass through his fingers, and some of it poured into his trachea, so that he wanted to cough, but he couldn't, only to make some strange gurgling sounds.

The sturdy body was now dead grass in the cold wind, trembling violently with the terrible sound in his throat. He retreated to the wall, his thick legs no longer able to support his body, and sat down against the wall, the grunt in his throat and the trembling of his body receded as the blood kept flowing from his fingers, and finally stopped. Blood-soaked hands slid down their throats.

Asa threw his humanoid weapon out, and the last Assassin took off under the hard impact of his accomplice's stiff corpses. A dozen Assassins were already lying on the ground. He turned around and saw his companion who had just managed to kill his opponent.

Rodhart stared at Stronk sitting in the corner. This invincible nobleman, the opponent with whom he fought vigorously during the day, is now a piece of dead meat.

In the faint light of the torches scattered on the ground, the brutal face was still frozen in extreme fear, and the bloodless skin was loose and deformed, revealing a disgusting white like chalk. In contrast to this disgusting color, the bright red under the throat is both evidence of the last life of this physical body, and a label of death. The wound in his throat was wide open and a little upturned upward, like a smiling mouth, but the tube inside was faintly visible.

Rodhart's face was already a little distorted. He dropped his sword suddenly, took a step back, and his hand squeezed it twice, then rubbed his hands together, as if trying to rub away the touch that remained on it. But the soft and clear feeling of cutting the throat just now is still there, not only in the hand, but also along the arm and straight into the heart. He turned his head to look at Asa and opened his mouth as if trying to squeeze out a relaxed smile, but his handsome face was full of distorted pain and disgust.

He suddenly bent down and began to vomit.

Killing people is never easy. If someone really doesn't feel anything, it can only mean that he is a knotty wood, and if someone still finds it enjoyable, it means that he has the same brain problem as the kind of person who has fun with his own and pee.

Rodhart vomited hard and worked hard. There was nothing left in his stomach, and he had secretly run out and vomit every little drink he had drunk at the banquet just now. But he was still throwing up hard, and his stomach was cramping vigorously, as if trying to squeeze out the other entrails and all the nasty sensations. This young handsome, who was still in high spirits just now, a hero who was in the limelight, is now vomiting there like a dog. Finally he managed to squeeze something out of his stomach, and it was bile.

Even the bile was vomited, convulsed a few times, and gasped for a few breaths, Rodhart seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, gasped and straightened up to wipe his mouth, turned to look at Asa, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile: "The first time to kill someone with your own hands, kill someone who is really like yourself." It's really uncomfortable and disgusting. ”

He reached out and wiped his face, and although he was still embarrassed, his smile was so kind and charming again. He still seemed confident after this extreme exhaustion, as if a good student in the face of difficulties was determined to overcome a difficult academic problem. "But it doesn't matter, it's like measles, and you'll get used to it later. He looked at the corpses on the ground, and several half-dead assassins were groaning. "That's why I said I had to help me. If I'm alone, I'm probably dead. You saved me again. ”

Asa frowned as he looked at the corpses on the ground and asked, "Why do you have to ask me to help you deal with this assassination?" Why don't you tell the military ministers about the prime minister's bribery of you? Naturally, they will find a way to protect you, or they will simply use this trick against the Prime Minister. Now that he intends to kill you, isn't that even more powerful evidence?"

"Now is not the time. This trick can't bring him down, I'm just talking about it. Even when he thought about these means, there was always a hint of innocence in his amiable and supple face, which made him look like a child who was very confident in his tricks. "The point is, I've dealt with this assassination in the past, but I still don't report him. Then he knew that I did not want to be his enemy, and that I was not an easy person to deal with, so he would naturally have scruples about me and would no longer dare to act rashly. With a psychological advantage, things will be much easier to do in the future..... Maybe you can have more than one friend, that's much better than multiple enemies. ”

"You've changed. Asa sighed. I remember that when he was in Airy, he was an ignorant teenager, but now he seems to be as naïve as a child in comparison.

"Because I'm mature. I no longer indulge in my fantasies, I already know how to face the real world. Rodhart looked at Asa and smiled, the wound on his lip still there. "You taught me how to face this cruel world. ”

Asa had mixed feelings, shook his head and didn't know what to say, and sighed again. His mood slipped to a low point with this sigh.

Suddenly, a strange and huge chill permeated his back and spread all over his body. It was as if countless ice needles had suddenly passed directly through the skin, and the muscles rushed into the spine and pierced into the bone marrow. Asa leaped forward with all his might, turning in mid-air, and in front of him was already a river of lightning.

'Poof'. Rodhart, who was next to him, only heard a sound now. A black figure emerged from the darkness and stomped on the head of an assassin who was still groaning, and the head exploded with great power. With the power of this kick, the man turned into a black lightning bolt that melted into the darkness, and slashed at Asa with its snow-white sharp tip.

Can't hide. Die. That's what happened to Asa's mind in an instant.

The light that could split the night in two was already in front of us. Like a surging river from the sky, it condenses all the majestic spirit for a hundred years, and then flows eastward to the sea, and then the impassioned spirit that will drown everything in front of it and sweep it away.

Even though Asa was already flying back, the blow that had been accumulated for a long time still flew in front of him with irretrievable speed.

I don't know how long this sword has been brewing silently in the dark. Wait until the target's spirit is relaxed, the body is relaxed, and the reaction is the most sluggish before exposing his edge.

Asa's body was already in the air, and he didn't have any weapons in his hands, only waiting for the call of death in front of him to approach little by little. All the senses were sharp, and he watched as the tip of the sword grew closer and closer to him..... He could even feel that the skin on his face was beginning to crumble under this sword aura, as if it was about to burst, and the musculoskeletal underneath would disintegrate like rotten wood, and his head would burst under this sword aura, splashing everywhere like a tomato on the surrounding ground and walls......

I don't want to die.

Asa roared. All the power, the spirit, the fear of death, the hope of life are concentrated in the hands.

He grabbed the lightning bolt that was about to smash him. All his life has been condensed into his hands, and it is no longer a simple action, but a fight against death with all his life. His hand glowed with a white glow.

The blade squeezed forward little by little between the skin between the fingers. The power between the fingers and palms was rushing, roaring silently, squeezing desperately, pulling at the deadly sharpness.

The tip of the sword finally stopped just as it was about to reach the eyebrows.

The two landed at the same time, Asa continued to retreat, and the man in black continued to advance. The two men advanced and retreated, darting down the long dark street, each step weighing more than a thousand pounds, and the stones and dirt kept flying under their feet.

Finally, the sword body could not withstand the squeeze of the powerful forces of both sides, and with a groan after the limit, it shattered into countless tiny fragments.

The moment the sword shattered, the Man in Black began to leap backwards, stomping on another badly injured assassin, the sound of bones shattering, and then he jumped back, ending the last assassin's life cleanly under his feet. After a few leaps, he completely disappeared into the pre-dawn night. It was as abrupt as it had appeared, leaving no trace of sound, as if it was just a phantom emerging from the netherworld, only flashing the fear of its own death, and the power immediately returned to nothingness.

Asa froze in place. He could hear his own heartbeat, blood oozing from between his eyebrows running down the side of his nose, his skin undamaged, but the muscles and blood vessels underneath had ruptured.

Sword qi, pure sword qi, does not have the slightest magic on it, and does not need magic. Not a killer, a killer doesn't use a sword like that, this is a real swordsman.

This is also a real master. The man mixed his breath and the sound with the others completely, and he may have noticed it, but he didn't notice it at all. He had been lurking without the slightest agitation, until the best opportunity to make a move, and only at that moment did he reveal his murderous aura. One hit missed, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately retreated. Decisive and clear.

"Who the hell is it?" Rodhart walked over, staring in the direction in which the man had disappeared. He was completely shocked by this sword, he was also a swordsman, and he could see the cultivation contained in this sword, and he muttered, "This is the last real assassin......

"Not an assassin. Asa looked at his palm. The palm of his hand was not broken or hurt, but some skin was broken and some blood came out. He shook his head and muttered. "Not an Assassin......"

"Why not .....," Rodhart puzzled.

"If that sword stabbed you, would you have been able to dodge?" Asa said.

Rodhart's face turned pale, he swallowed, and replied with certainty: "Dead." ”

Asa said coldly, "Yes, you are dead. I couldn't stop that sword. Don't forget that you are the real target of their assassination. As long as you die, their mission is accomplished. My life and death are their business. Could an Assassin of that skill not even have the slightest judgment, so he is not an Assassin against you. It's for me. The night in the royal capital suddenly added a touch of danger and mystery, which made his every nerve and every thought energetic. The feeling even made him a little excited, like a wolf far away from the wilderness smelling a hint of blood.

Asa walked over and picked up the hilt of the sword that the man on the ground had dropped. This is just an ordinary long sword, which can be bought everywhere in the royal capital. If this is a good sword, a sword that matches that skill, what will the result be?

Why didn't this man use a sword of his own?

If it wasn't for those assassins, how could he know about and take advantage of this assassination? Also, why did he kill himself at this time? If he died now, what would happen? The assassination of the priest is a great deal, and if you investigate it carefully, you will immediately know the origin of these killers, and the key is that Rodhart will naturally tell everything under such circumstances, and he has indeed squeezed out the position of the prime minister...... There is really no more suitable murderer in this world than the Prime Minister, but Asa knows that he is not. Who else? Who else?

Asa sighed and cursed in a low voice. But I'm also a little happy that I've regained my intellectual confidence.

The next day, when the Prime Minister learned that his nephew had gathered his men to take revenge on the new knight in order to lose the game, he was furious and angrily accused the family of having such a bad scum. Fortunately, the knight was so skilled that there was also a priest of the church in the presence of this dastardly plot.

The Prime Minister immediately asked His Majesty the Emperor to surrender the crime of being undisciplined, but His Majesty the Emperor had always been very sensible and knew that this matter was the act of the loser with corrupt morals, so he did not blame the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister personally apologized to the knight in front of everyone. So the matter seemed to be settled peacefully. The Prime Minister and the fine knight seem to have formed a friendship as a result.

The Academy of Magic held an official inauguration ceremony for the new priest-sama. This priest was also very young and very good, and he was personally recommended by the Bishop, which was unprecedented, and the politicians had a keen sense of smell to detect this extraordinary omen. He and the civilian hero knight are also good friends, and the emotions of the hero who had already been aroused have been pushed to a new peak. If he goes to the battlefield again this time and makes a contribution, it will be even more successful.

This priest is about to go to the western front immediately, and many of the people who came to see him off are princes and ministers.

The Duke was naturally indispensable on this occasion, and he was still in such a slightly blessed body, dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a hat on his head that matched him, and a sword studded with jewels and a somewhat vulgar magnificence at his waist. The smile on his face is the brightest, the best-looking, the most able to express kindness and gentleness of all people, and the already very amiable facial features are purely friendly, friendly, and friendly.

There is nothing else to be seen under this friendly face, and the invisible danger is the most dangerous. If that slightly blessed body is changed into a night outfit, can it also be as agile as a lightning bolt in the night?

The Duke came up to shake Asa's hand and wished him a safe journey. The cocoons on the tiger's mouth and fingers on the duke's hands are thick. What would it be like if such a hand had a strong grip on the sword at his waist that seemed to be just a decoration? The thought of this made Asa's heart beat so hard that he even wanted to immediately test it to see what it would be like to face such a blow head-on.

But this is obviously not possible, at least until the troublesome favor of the Bishop is done before the former freedom to do as he pleases can be restored. Now he could only smile and say to the duke, "Thank you for taking care of me." ”

"Where, where. It's really an honor to be able to make friends with someone as wonderful as the priest. When you come back, we'll have a chance to get along. The Duke said enthusiastically.

"It's a pity that there aren't many opportunities like last night. Asa whispered in his ear. The Duke's eyes looked strange. Then Asa sighed again and said, "Actually, you don't have to be careful, I will never get in your way." I'm too lazy to care about that. ”

After more than 10 days, Asa returned to Bracada.