The city of Destin seven years ago. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Civilians gathered in a small square in Midtown. The square is paved with large bluestones, and on weekdays there are few pedestrians, but horse-drawn carriages often pass by, because there is a square building surrounded by a dozen gray stone columns at the back of the square, and this building is the city's city hall and sheriff's office. Under normal circumstances, civilians would not come here to provoke officials, but now, some people are eager to climb to the top of those pillars and climb to the platform on the second floor to see when the group of officials in the open-air atrium will have to prevaricate and prevaricate before they can give everyone a satisfactory answer.

Suddenly, several civilians hurried through the crowd to the main gate carrying something wrapped in sackcloth, and the surrounding people subconsciously took a step back to make room for these people, and they put the things they were carrying on the clearing, lifted the sackcloth, and a dead and stiff woman was revealed. Her eyes were covered in gray, her face was still faintly visible with tears, and on her abdomen, a hideous and ugly scar was silently telling the story of the woman before she died.

"Oh my God, another man died, what a pathetic ......"

Some people turned away in fear.

"How long will it take to catch that demon!" the others became more agitated, their fists raised and shoved forward, and the resentment gradually infected some of the people who had come to see the show.

Corresponding to the agitated populace were the guards, who were more dedicated to their duties than usual. They swung their spears horizontally to drive away civilians who got too close to the building, and on the watchtower on the northeast side of the Sheriff's Office, several top scouts from the Guard were staring at the large area between the tower and the clearing like vultures, their longbows bolted.

The civilians and the guards had no grudges, and the people had gathered here because an elf known as the "Great Evil" had threatened their lives, and he seemed to have only attacked pregnant women and children, almost one victim at a time, and the inauguration ceremony of the new governor of d'Estaing happened to take place here and now, who can say whether there would be political enemies mixed in with the ranks of the civilians to wreak havoc, and whether there would be assassins hired to take advantage of the chaos. After all, the new governor named Laureate was previously unknown, but he was suddenly able to squeeze out many opponents because of the former governor's involvement in the murder, and he was lucky enough to catch a ride with the guards and get the support of the garrison.

Laureate's meteoric rise to prominence in officialdom has led some to speculate maliciously about whether the new governor will be poked into the clouds by a dagger hidden in the shadows. That's why today's guards are so guarded. However, Lauride knew very well in his heart that at this moment, the Quenching Dagger was also on his side.

Just as he was finishing his speech and receiving congratulations from many officials, a man took advantage of the situation to whisper a few words in his ear. Laureate nodded, then suddenly raised his hands and said, "Everyone!"

The people around fell silent and looked curiously at the new governor.

"It is customary to be a banquet to thank you for your support after taking office, but you must have seen the situation outside, the smell of blood emanating from the Governor's Mansion has not yet subsided, and the civilians are still in a nightmare, how can we drink and celebrate here with peace of mind, but now I have enough news to reassure the people, that the demon can no longer harm anyone! In addition, I propose that the Government allocate a sum for the burial of victims. ”

As Lauried's political show kicks off, a new piece of news spreads in d'Estaing - the elf who committed the heinous act has been cleaned up by the Quenching Dagger. Someone described the scene in vivid detail, saying that a dozen or so black-clad assassins surrounded the mysterious elf, covered the demon with a net, and then used their blades to frosome him. But just as the great evil of the mediocre does not equate to the truth, Akachi is not dead, he is not rotten in blood, but imprisoned in the dark awaiting judgment.

The room in the underground fortress was made entirely of dark, cold stones, and there was no light or ventilation in the room, except for hard, cold flail hanging from the walls. Akaci's hands were hung in shackles for so long that he could barely tell the time. The only thing he could do was to make meaningless memories, but the more he recalled, the more desperate Akachi felt.

All along, Kruli had given him the task of dealing with some damned people who were to blame, but that day everything was different. While telling him about the assassination target, Crulley also said, "If someone stops you that day, or someone you don't like, you can do it." ”

Before he met his target, Akachi couldn't figure out why Kruli would give him such instructions. But Kruli was the leader of the Assassins here, the benefactor who saved him and gave him a place to live, his mentor, and the one who promised him a chance for revenge, and what he promised Kruli was that he would do everything Kruli had to ask, unless one day Kruli didn't want to use him, or he died.

He followed his goal and waited for his moment, only to see a bloody and cruel scene in his eyes, and at that moment, Akaqi knew that all the deaths would be counted on his head, but what caught him off guard was that it was all about putting his enemy in the position of governor.

There was the creak of the door opening in the room, and a lamp was hung by the wall, the dim light dimming Cruley's face.

"You've figured out the cause and effect for a long time, haven't you?" asked Crulley.

"For the good of the guild, you need a political sacrifice, and there is no better victim of this case than an elf. Akachi smiled.

"All along, you can always guess what I think. Although it took a little more time, I was always satisfied with what I was doing, or even better. ”

Kruli took a few steps forward to Akachi's side.

"Do you hate me?"

"No ......"

Akachi sighed and said, "If it weren't for you, I would have died ten years ago, and it was worthless." ”

"If I hadn't told you at the beginning, 'Assassins are not allowed to take their own lives,' would you have been considerate enough to plunge the sacrificial knife into your heart?"

"Maybe. After all, a thing should have a proper finish, and the sacrifice sent to the altar should be swallowed at the right time. This is good for each other, and there is also an explanation to the outside world, and if a sacrifice is still alive after the sacrifice time, it will be unsettling, and I am afraid that it will also cause a lot of trouble. ”

Akachi replied. Truth be told, he didn't understand why Krulley had just paralyzed him with a poisoned blowgun and brought him back to the guild to be imprisoned in the dark.

"You have some truth in what you say, so what should I do now?" Krulley asked him for advice.

"Hand me over to the mediocre fellows and let them enjoy the flesh and blood and lives of the victims. ”

"But I don't think that's good. ”

Akachi felt Krully's fingers rubbing against his throat, and he was going to end his own life with his own hands? If he gave himself to the mediocre people, then what was waiting for him would not be a neat death, and in addition, he also intended to be taken by Krully, because it was Kruli who gave him a chance to live before, and it was a good thing to have a beginning and an end.

Akachi smiled and leaned his neck up so that Krulley could get his hands on it. However, Kruli felt the back of his neck and pulled off the strap of his hair, then rubbed his face and pressed it closer to him, and everything was different.

Akachi looked at Krully in amazement, he had done everything a victim should do, turned into a nightmare for the civilians of d'Estaing, became a celebrity wanted by both the guard and the government, and helped Krulley put his enemy in the position of governor. Now, Akachi only begged Kruli to stab him in the heart and end the life of a sacrifice as soon as possible, instead of clinging to each other as if they were close to each other as they were now.

"Are you in a hurry to die, son? ”

Crulley's breath sprayed on his neck socket, and the warm feeling seemed to offset the coldness behind him, but it made Akachi feel more palpitations. He could have spoken, but at the moment he felt unusually suffocated. The wings that had accepted him and saved him from death had finally revealed their aggressive intentions towards him like everyone else.

"You know, even violent beasts know a way to settle disputes, avoid sacrifice, and delight one another? Crewe whispered in his ear.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Akachi knew what his mentor was trying to teach, and he had seen it, and understood that it was only about domination, about possession, but it had nothing to do with dependence.

"Don't do this to me. Don't do that to me...... Otherwise......"

"What else would have happened? Are you going to kill me?" I was looking forward to it. Krulley said, kissing the elf's bulging ear.

"No...... Please. ”

Akachi shuddered and pleaded, the first and last time begging Kruli not to throw an elf's most precious thing on the ground and crush it with his foot, but Kruli's touch destroyed him little by little. In such a wrong place, at the wrong time, at the wrong time, and in the wrong relationship, he was forced to experience a place he didn't want to go.

I don't know if it was a momentary negligence or an intentional act on the part of Krully, but shortly after he left, a quiet person who had been suppressed for a long time came to Akachi's side. This low-level figure of the guild, who was originally only in charge of sweeping, seemed to mistake the haired Akachi for a woman at first, which is not to blame him, and Akachi, who has eight images with his mother, does have a bit of feminine charm in some postures. However, after knowing that he had made a mistake, this man did not intend to let Akachi go, and he continued what had happened before.

Unable to hear the sound and worried about what Akachi was shouting, he kept his hands around Akachi's neck, which made Akachi scoff at the man's stupidity. But maybe that's what providence is doing to its advantage?

Akachi was counting on this man to strangle himself in a selfless vent, but it backfired. Having been sacrificed to the political altar, Akachi who should have been liberated still survived in humiliation, and something that originally belonged to this elf wandered in the darkness......