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Midnight is the best time for humans to relax and enjoy rest, and when the first night of June in the year 500 of the New Earth Lunar Calendar arrives, the various points of light that rise into the sky during the day are still falling, but the moment they touch the ground, they shatter like raindrops and disappear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Beautiful things are always fleeting, such is the wind and snow, and human life is like this.

While the vast majority of Southerwell was drowning in sleep, the second son of a famous merchant of the Republic of Gloriland, who had only been in the School of Magic for a few months, Camui finally got his wish and stepped into the wonderful dream land that belonged only to him, in that colorful paradise shrouded in light, there were endless mountains and rivers, birds and flowers, and of course, more importantly, Harley, Carol and Wesley, who were "one step ahead".

Just like he subconsciously prayed, this "dream" really never woke up again. Kamyi's life had faded with the Assassin's gentle stroke, leaving behind a poignant picture of awe-inspiring sighs.

At this point, all four members of the team were dead, and the Assassin's mission for the night was finally over......

No, it's not over yet, after all, killing is an unnecessary process for the vast majority of "them", not the goal of all actions.

"Really, you too, so is he, today's prey is like this, as if they are not afraid of death, what is it to look like death as if they were at home!

With his cheeks puffed out, he uttered childlike remarks, and the frustration that had lingered on the face of the young assassin who had just stepped out of the shadows disappeared in an instant.

"However, there are other interesting things, and it is not in vain that I have left you to live a little longer. ”

Strength and the like will be put aside for a while, no matter what, his psychological quality must be very good.

"In short, thank you for making Zai Xia feel all kinds of pleasant and unpleasant, then, let's hurry up and complete the task...... Where will your 'information card' be hidden?"

With a false smile on his lips and the humble title of "below" not genuine, the Assassin had no idea what was going on in his head, and quickly circled to the headless body of Kamui, who was still straight-waisted, and fell to one knee, searching for traces of his pockets in his somewhat ornate and complicated clothes.

"Hmm...... Got it. ”

After rummaging through the space that could be used to store items throughout his body, the Assassin finally found Kamyi's information card in a pocket that he knew was sewn up, and unlike when he saw Wesley's information card, the Assassin wiped his eyes in disbelief with the numbers displayed on the rich young master's card, and after confirming that it was not his delusion, nodded in satisfaction and stuffed it into the coarse cloth pouch around his waist.

There were also cards that Harley, Wesley, and several other F-class students of the School of Magic were supposed to carry with them.

"Well, just now...... It's because I'm too willful, and it doesn't seem good to 'throw things around', so I'd better go back and find out the card that I don't know where it flew to...... Right?"

He was talking about Carol's information card, which he had killed in the most bloody and brutal way. Talking to himself, the Assassin tossed the few gold Gosar coins he had just retrieved from Kamyi's reach—the most valuable currency on the continent of Southover—in place of his beloved dagger as a toy, and caught them one by one.

However, as if he was going to wander back like this, he turned around when he was distracted by something, and no longer tossed the gold coins, waiting for them to fall back into his hand one by one, the assassin walked towards the "it" that had fallen to the ground with a somewhat complicated expression.

"It hurts...... The dagger that can easily pierce armor is mine now. ”

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and there was still blood flowing from the broken part of the armor on his chest, but it seemed that he didn't really feel the pain of the wound until this moment.

That's right, it was the dagger that Kamui had just stabbed him that drew his attention. The opponent used vomiting as a cover, and it was true that the tactics of letting his guard down were not unsuccessful, but if he changed to an ordinary dagger, he might not be able to hurt himself at all, judging from the location of the wound, he should have stabbed it casually, after all, if you want to hit the vital point, it will take a certain amount of time to "aim", so you will be able to notice.

After all, they are not "professionally trained" "killers" like me, but I know every Achilles' heel in people!

The silent Assassin suddenly felt a little proud, and walked slowly, he bent down to pick up the classical dagger that had fallen to the ground, and then, without warning, threw the neatly arranged gold coins in the palm of his other hand into the air again.

Then, he swung his dagger as fast as lightning, and after a few crisp sounds, the gold coins that had been cut into two perfectly symmetrical pieces fell one after another, the sharpness of the "spoils" to the Assassin's satisfaction.

"So, it's time to go...... Hmm!"

Even if his mind was relaxed, the assassin who still maintained his body in an "excellent state" reacted the moment the "hidden weapon" was issued, but the action of subconsciously wanting to cut it with a dagger was not executed in the end, and he found a little "abnormal", so he transferred the weapon to the gap between the middle finger and ring finger in the blink of an eye, and caught the flying "hidden weapon" with his thumb and index finger.

"Oh! this is ...... Thank you, Master! It's really scary for you to have to do this kind of thing!"

The so-called "hidden weapon" was the card with Carlo's name written on it, and although the stupid question of "who is coming" arose at first, the clever assassin quickly realized it and bowed deeply in the direction from which the card was fired.

"It's okay, next time. He was responded with an ethereal, distant, but somewhat somber voice. Just listening to the voice, the Assassin "Master" didn't seem to be that old, "It's your advantage to be able to pursue your 'desires' as you please, Richie. However, if the 'prey' you are facing is as strong or even stronger than you......"

"Then I'll be absolutely serious!"

With an irrepressible smile on his face filled with the most genuine respect, the young Assassin Richie, who had lowered his body down, closed his eyes tightly, and imagined that he had sunk into his own world as he imagined the battle with his "powerful prey".

In the distance, the "master", who did not reveal his true identity in front of Richie, also showed the same smile as the "disciple".