"Get up, kid!"

Something seemed to call to the sleeping man in the darkness, and Akaki sat up at once, and he found himself lying in his own single room in the guild. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The room was pitch black at this point, but this was not a problem for the elves, as they were born with the ability to discern objects in dim or even no light, but they couldn't read.

Akaqi didn't remember how he got back to his quarters, he only remembered that he had followed the instructions of the big boss to meet the mage from Cambeth. He remembered that when he opened the door, he was startled at the sight of a pale-complexioned, sharp-faced mage, and then the man stretched his face and began to reprimand him for his rudeness, and he himself made a few sultry words to the mage, but what happened next, Akaki had no memory.

Akachi frowned as he tried to fill in the void in his memory, only to barely remember that the mage was named Deed, a thought that made him shudder, but the feeling seemed to disappear into the endless darkness as soon as it was generated. Akachi smiled silently, he felt that he was really thinking too much, and countless experiences had taught him that memories and expectations were superfluous.

At this moment, someone outside the house knocked on the door three times in a row with a specific rhythm of three strokes. In guilds, this means that there are secret orders that need to be enforced. Generally speaking, these edicts are usually conveyed by quiet people who have their vocal cords and hearing destroyed, and the contents of the edicts are often within the guild. Akachi rolled out of bed and immediately opened the door.

Standing outside the door was indeed a quiet man wearing a black cloak and embroidered with dagger patterns on his hat. The woman in charge of delivering the secret order seemed slightly taken aback when she saw Akachi appear in front of her, but she did not forget to hand over the letter in her hand.

Akachi took the letter and closed the door. He lit the candle in the room, swept the contents of it with the light, and burned it clean with the candle flame.

"Someone would have defected. Akachi thought with some amusement.

He approached the basin and tried to pour cold water on his face, only to find that the lines on his face were gone, and the face of the elves with smooth and soft lines was reflected in the basin. The face has a straight nose and slightly higher brow bones, but the most memorable parts of the whole face are the green eyes that reveal a casual color and the mouth with slightly upturned lips. At this point, Akachi had not yet tied up his hair, and his neck was very slender against the blonde hair, which made him look a little feminine.

No wonder the quiet man looked at him a little strangely. Akazi thought with a frown.

He was convinced that what had happened to him must have something to do with the memories he lacked. He returned to the table, then raised his hand to remove an unknown bottle of potion from the shelf, and as he unscrewed the lid to reload himself, a phrase like a spell popped into his mind.

"You shouldn't just waste this gift. ”

At the same time, the bottle of potion stumbled to the ground.

The sound of glass shattering brought Arakachi back to his senses. He subconsciously inserted his right hand into his hair and smoothed his hair, and then began to dress, tie his hair, and put on a hood. Finally, he felt a dagger on the table and hid it at his waist and left the residence. As the letter mentioned that the defector had been trying to meet with the sheriff of the city, Akachi rushed straight in the direction of the sheriff's office as soon as he left the building. Just as he saw the bluestone floor in front of the Sheriff's Office, he also saw a man wandering around the night in a cramped way, like an unlucky ghost abandoned by a no-show couple.

As if sensing someone approaching him, the man suddenly turned to face Akachi.

"Who?" he asked, squinting.

Upon noticing the black guild costume that Akachi was wearing, the man stood still as if he had been nailed.

Akachi walked towards the defector at an unchanging pace, and when he was only ten steps away from the defector, the man finally recognized his identity.

"It's Akachi, isn't it? The guild actually sent you! Looks like I don't have a chance at all. ”

"If you want to live, go back and be a quieter. ”

Akachi slowed his pace, and as he spoke, he put his right hand behind his back and made a gesture that he could draw his dagger at any moment.

"To be poked in the ear, to be drugged and to burn the vocal cords, to be a quiet person who can't hear or speak? ”

After a pause, the defector was surprised again: "Your face?"

Akachi lowered his eyes a little bored. I only heard the defector say in a self-deprecating tone: "I didn't expect that I could still see you as you were, fate is really a treacherous prostitute." ”

Akachi smiled silently, and he continued to walk forward, the two of them no more than three steps apart, and Akachi also held the dagger in his hand.

"Can I hug you?" the man demanded suddenly.

"You're sick. ”

Akachi sighed. He took another step forward, then relaxed and let the man open his arms and take him in his arms.

Sensing that Akaki was as obedient as possible under the murderous intent, the man put down the hood on the elf's head, then rested his head on the elf's neck and said, "You're still so understanding. It's a pity that there is no more sharpness left at all. ”

The guy holding Akachi left plenty of room for Akachi's right arm to move, and he felt that an outsider was approaching Akachi and was about to make a move, but he heard the man whisper in his ear: "Beware of that mage, he has something like a devil hidden in his body, and everyone who sees his true face dies miserably...... Kruli shoves you too close to him...... In order to find out what the hell is going on with that mage, our big boss is really ruthless and unjust. ”

The man scoffed.

"I feel exhausted. ”

"Then go to sleep. Akachi replied, the dagger in his hand piercing the back of the man's heart as he uttered the last word.

Feeling that the man in front of him was no longer breathing, Akachi released the dagger, and he held the dead man's arm slightly, letting the soulless body slowly slide to the ground, and in front of him, two figures were walking towards him. Although the night was dark and the distance between the two sides was a little far, Akachi could tell that the other party was a man and a woman. The woman with the lantern was unaware of the fact that she was going on, but her friend in the wide-brimmed hat reached out to stop her.

As an Assassin, Akachi knew full well that it was impossible for human vision to see where he was in such dim light, but the guy in the hat was clearly aware of something. Akachi even felt that the situation of the other party looking at his side was completely corresponding to the situation of his own view of the other side, in other words, this guy was also an elf nine times out of ten. Being able to meet another fellow elf in this place in Destam was somewhat surprising to Akachi, but compared to the surprise, the other party's attempt to keep him also made Akachi feel troubled.

In order to avoid complications, Akachi decisively put on his hood and turned to retreat, it must be said that the man followed quickly, but he stopped when he ran to the corpse, as if he wanted to confirm whether the defector with a dagger in the back could be saved.

Taking advantage of the man's slow footsteps, Akachi suddenly threw him out of sight, and where Akachi left his body, Ekor was removing his hand from the neck of the deceased, and the man's pulse was completely lost like the assassin Ekor had seen earlier.

Ekor frowned in annoyance, the assassin was too alert and too fast, and he couldn't see anything that could be called characteristic of the other person other than that he could be sure that the other person was an elf. This means that you can't use the unveiler's talent to find out where the opponent is located.

"Could this assassin be the Akachi mentioned by Rose?"

Time flew back for most of the day.

Shortly after returning to the Guild, Akaqi received a new assignment from the upper mages to whom he had to obey and be loyal - escorting him to the city of Mufa. Although he had never left d'Estaing himself, Akaqi had heard of the city of Mufa in the Four Northern Kingdoms, which was famous for two things: its amazing "magical" goods, and its deviant or mind-blowing ideas. Relying on these two treasures, this parliamentary state with an area no larger than a county in the Vitos Federation has won itself countless fans. However, Starri, another great power on the continent, sees the four northern countries as a thorn in the side, and some predict that within twenty years there will be a battle between the two camps of completely different beliefs and ideologies.

At that time, the Quenching Dagger will have many opportunities to expand its power into the Four Northern Kingdoms or Starri, could it be that this high-ranking mage named Deed is now planning to go to Mufa City to prepare for what will happen more than ten years later?

The trip had actually been finalized on the day he had completed the order, and under normal circumstances, Akachi would have gone through all the aspects of the mission in his mind a day earlier, but this time, he had been feeling tired, and this burnout seemed to have started to grow since he received the order. When he returned to the guild that day, when he met his mage superior again, he was even more tired and didn't want to speak, and as a result, he was praised by the other party for finally knowing some rules.

Even after a long day's rest, Akachi still felt as if he was carrying a huge burden, which was absolutely unusual.

"It's not just memories and faces, the mage has done something else to me. Akachi thought again.

He recalled that the defector had told himself that anyone who had seen the true face of the mage had died a terrible death, and that the only people who had died the most recently were those involved in unsolved cases. So, the man wanted to tell himself that the recent unsolved case in D'Estaing had something to do with this mage, so if he cherished his life, he should keep his distance from him? Unfortunately, a piece of his memory of the first contact with the mage had been dug up, and he didn't know if he had seen the mage for what he really was.

Does this unusual feeling of burnout now mean that you are making a transition to a bizarre death?

Akachi remembered the defector and reluctantly said that Cruli was ruthless and unjust to him...... He sighed softly, softly like a leaf falling in the wind.