After "Captain Ryan" threw that dagger and knocked his opponent down, he also seemed exhausted, and sat on the ground with his butt on his ass, gasping violently. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The scouts hurriedly threw their weapons at the mysterious assassin, and in the blink of an eye, the man was shot like a porcupine, motionless, and presumably dead.

"Who the hell is this?" a curious scout walked up and examined the body, only to find that it was a leopard orc.

"Leopards, assassins, very powerful......" An older, experienced and knowledgeable scout muttered to himself with a frown, and then couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Look at his knife! there should be a line of orc writing on it!" he shouted.

The scout, who was examining the corpse, picked up the scimitar that had fallen to the ground, and found that it was surprisingly heavy, and couldn't help but mutter, "Why is it so heavy!"

Then, he saw a line of text on the blade.

Coincidentally, he knew orc language.

"From the darkness, slay the light. What an arrogant thing to say!" he said with a smile.

The older scout's face turned white: "Is that really the case?"

"Maybe I can use another translation, but the meaning is definitely correct, orc language is so simple, how simple this sentence is, I can't be mistaken. ”

The older scout's face trembled, and he shook his head in disbelief, but it took a while for him to calm down, and he whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, this guy is Altaïr." ”

"Altaïr, which Altaïr?" someone asked.

"Stupid! what else could there be Altaïr!" someone replied.

As a result, everyone's faces were a little unsightly, more than one of them showed a look of fear, and some people were shocked and ecstatic, shouting: "Altaïr?! We killed the 'Assassin' Altaïr?!

Shocked or joyful, it was Captain Ryan who would ultimately decide the matter here, even if not considering his rank, with the prowess he had been able to take on the legendary Assassin head-on. and the mystery of throwing a dagger to kill his opponent at the end, and no one dares to challenge his authority.

Apparently tired enough to recover after a long rest, Rion retrieved his dagger and put it away, looked at Altaïr's corpse, and groaned. He ordered everyone to pack up the corpse and send it back to Eagle Wing City.

As for Altaïr's possessions, they were, of course, everyone's trophies. He was also kind, except for a scimitar of a high-level magic weapon, he didn't ask for anything else, and he shared it all with everyone.

Altaïr was a legendary powerhouse, and although he was simple by nature and did not carry much possessions, he only carried the things he carried with him. It was worth a lot of money - not to mention that the belt he was wearing turned out to be a high-end storage item, and there were quite a few potions in it. Although many of the potions were unrecognizable and they didn't dare to open them indiscriminately, the price of this belt alone was enough for everyone to make a small fortune, and counting all the other relics on his body, the scout team averaged out to hundreds of people, and each of them could get nearly a thousand gold coins!

"I didn't expect this guy to be so rich. Obviously too poor to bring much money......" The old scout in charge of sorting out sighed, "The legendary powerhouse deserves to be a legendary powerhouse!"

"No matter how legendary the powerhouse. Now it's dead, too. A young scout said disdainfully, "I haven't seen him so good that he is!"

The old scout sneered: "Didn't you see how powerful he was?" to tell you, if the captain hadn't reacted quickly, found him in time, and used secret methods to improve physical fitness to stop him, it would have been a moment's work. Hundreds of us have already died under his sword!Do you see the knife? It was given by the Orc Emperor after Altaïr assassinated a son of the Holy Angel Kingdom. It weighs twenty-eight pounds, and although it looks like an ordinary scimitar, it can actually cut through even heavy armor. If you want to go up instead, you don't even need a second knife. With one knife, you will be cut into several pieces with weapons......"

The young scout was so scolded by him that he couldn't raise his head, rubbed his nose and smiled, burying his head in his work and not daring to reply.

In order to escort Altaïr's corpse, they made a detour that day and returned to Eagle Wings.

After examining Altaïr's body and relics, Viscount Eric was overjoyed and smiling like a flower on his face after ascertaining that he had somehow jumped out and was killed by a group of scouts. He immediately reported the good news to His Majesty Woods, who was sitting on the front line, and King Woods was overjoyed, ordering a heavy reward for the scouts, and directly conferred the title of baron on Ryan.

"What a great grace," said Viscount Eric to Rien, "and generally speaking, adventurers, even if they make great achievements, must be promoted little by little, starting with knights or even quasi-knights. You've become a baron all of a sudden, and it's an unprecedented honor!"

Leon looked excited and asked, "Then where is my fief? ”

Viscount Eric was speechless - King Woods only talked about the title, and did not mention a word about the fief, thinking that most likely he was planning to give a nominal title to fool this dirt bun, or he planned to wait for the end of the war to see the aftermath. But he couldn't say this, so he hesitated for a moment and then made an excuse, saying: "The granting of a fief is a big deal, and it will take your majesty to come back and discuss it with the ministers before we can determine where you will go." But since the title has been granted, there will definitely be a fief, and instead of thinking about this, you should give yourself a family name now. ”

"The name of the family?"

"Yes, nobles have family names. 'Rien' is just your own name, and since you have become a nobleman, you must have a name to call your family in formal occasions and clerical exchanges. ”

Leon was secretly amused, but he felt ironic, and after thinking about it, he said, "Then let's use 'rye' as the family name, Ryan rye, it seems to be a good thing." ”

Viscount Eric suddenly felt like he had eaten a fly, his nose, eyes and mouth were wrinkled together, he hesitated for a moment, and persuaded: "The name rye is a bit too vulgar. It doesn't sound like a human, it's like a dwarf......"

"Is there anything wrong with the dwarven style?"

“...... It's not that it's bad, it's ......" Viscount Eric thought for a while before finding a reason, "In the future, you will definitely establish a town in your fiefdom, and when the time comes, you will usually use your own family name to name the town, but the name Rye Town has already been used by others." So let's change it!"

Leon thought for a moment and asked, "How about calling it 'killing the leopard'? Isn't it because of the merit of killing that leopard man that I was canonized?" Let's commemorate it. ”

Viscount Eric really had nothing to say about this dirt bun, and in despair asked the clerk to write it down.

"By the way, how did the clerk change today?" Leon asked curiously.

"The previous clerk had died of a sudden illness, just this morning. Viscount Eric said, "What a hell!"

They didn't know that the clerk hadn't died of illness at all, but had been inspired to kill people by a curse hidden in his body.

After receiving the news of Altaïr's death, the orc intelligence officers decided that something was wrong with the clerk, either being discovered or changing their stance - they felt that the great legendary assassin would never have died at the hands of a mere group of scouts if it had not been for the wrong information.

They couldn't do anything about the scouts who killed Altaïr, but they could do with the clerk who had provided the wrong information, and the clerk fell "ill" and died.

Fortunately, his true identity has not been revealed - at least, not yet.

That night, after a celebration feast for Ryan Leopard, Viscount Eric, on his way home, received the news that "a shamanic magic item used to convey information to orcs had been found in the former clerk's house".

Viscount Eric, who had been exhausted by Baron Rien's words and deeds at the banquet, sighed deeply and felt that he was really tired and tired...... (To be continued.) )