A crowded city is nothing like a treacherous jungle, where a small shade, a light mist, or even a bustle of noise is enough for a predator to hide...... Dusk had arrived, and it was the most exhausting time for the vendors in D'Estaing to close their stalls, but the market, which should have fallen silent with the sky, was filled with a series of frowning noises. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The incident may begin with a thief putting his dirty thief's hand into a decent man's pocket, and then the chase and escape drama plays out in the street market, where the road is not very wide. Citizens who still had no clue were suddenly pushed down, and the baskets that had been placed beside the stalls were kicked over...... Vegetables and fruits rolled to the ground, cursing and stampeding were chaotic, and the unproductive beggars actually joined in the unpleasant variations.

"Okay, okay, give it to two!"

The figure wrapped in a mess of rags slowly passed through the restless crowd, and the pigskin hat in the beggar's hand, which had turned black and discolored, also dangled in front of one person after another, but everyone turned their heads in disgust, and the poor beggar got nothing. Perhaps disappointed, the beggar almost stopped, and even the hand holding the pigskin hat hung down to his side. But the pause lasted only a little while, and the beggar moved again, only this time, he uncharacteristically walked through the crowd to the "avenue" in the middle of the market, where there was a jam with a carriage that looked like a rich man, and this might be an opportunity worth trying.

"Why don't you go?" said a guy dressed as a bodyguard in the carriage pushed open the door, leaned out half of his body, and then shouted at the motorist dressed like him.

Across from the bodyguard's seat, a well-dressed man was leaning on a stool with an unhappy expression, his fist-clenched left hand just beside his lips, his lips fluttering from time to time rubbing against a ring on his ring finger that shone faintly on the dimly lit car.

"It's overturned!" replied the motorist, almost frantically.

"A couple of hillbillies were lying on the ground picking up those damn fruits, and they couldn't even move the car out!"

The man coughed twice to recall the bodyguard who was frowning and looking out of the car, and the bodyguard nodded knowingly at the employer's gesture, and then shouted to the motorist: "Find a way to get them out of the way quickly, if you can't do it, give them a little money!"

Hearing this, the motorist, who had been sitting in the front of the car waving his arms in the air, finally walked towards the hillbillies reluctantly, and the bodyguard in the car also pulled the door shut. But the bodyguard was quiet for only a moment, and a knock came from outside the car door.

"Okay, okay, give it to two!"

The bodyguard couldn't help but curse, he wanted to ignore the beggar outside the car, but the rogue beggar seemed to be able to eat his employer's limited patience, and he knocked more and more happily, and even tried to break the door with his dirty hands.

After consulting his employer with his eyes, and getting a wave of his hand from him that allowed him to dispose of it at will, the bodyguard opened the door again, he intended to teach the beggar a lesson, a loud slap or a punch that could break the bridge of the nose should be a good idea, but before his hand touched the beggar's body, a pigskin hat reached out in front of him.

"Give two sons, huh?"

There was a faint smile in the beggar's voice, and the bodyguard was stunned by this voice, and he suddenly realized that the hand holding the pigskin hat was not as dirty as he imagined, but before he could react, the pigskin hat suddenly buckled to his face, and a suffocating smell instantly rushed to his brain.

"Ahh

The beggar put half of his upper body on his shoulders and leaned on his bodyguard, and then kindly pushed the unconscious creature back into the car. The employer, who sensed that the situation was different, was about to push the door on the other side, when the beggar leaned in grabbed his right arm, and he subconsciously stretched out his left hand to grab the beggar's face, and behind the hood that was caught was a strange face with a very poor face with a tattooed face, and the hair brought up by the movement brushed the man's obviously raised ear, which made the man realize that it was an elf who attacked him.

Sadly, time was about to stand still, a dagger had already been plunged into his left chest, and an empty smile was frozen in his pupils. The Assassin posing as a beggar seemed to be holding something strange that froze his spurt, which should have been smooth, for a moment, but he just added a force to his target's heart, and the sharp blade pierced the heart of his target.

"You're so generous!"

The Assassin placed the deceased's left hand, which hung over his shoulder, to the deceased's side, only to lose a ring that was supposed to be on the deceased's left ring finger when he withdrew his hand. The Assassin then put on his hood and graciously closed the door for the "generous rich man", then turned and squeezed into the crowd.

At this time, it was still noisy, and the drivers at the front of the carriage were even arguing with the hillbillies about the value of the rotten fruit in one place, and no one noticed what had happened in the few seconds between the second time the carriage opened the door and closed again. By the time the others realized that the murder was happening around him, the Assassin disguised as a beggar had already changed his clothes in a deserted alley, tossed the rag wrapped around him to the garbage heap, tossed the ring in his hand, and then took advantage of the darkness to go in the other direction, where his female client was waiting for the ring to prove his success.

"The thing I just pierced must have been a gift box in that person's arms. The Assassin thought sarcastically.

"For a person to receive a gift with blood on their birthday is a fascinating and evil thought. ”

After a few moments, the ring in the Assassin's hand was replaced by a purse in his arms. Because the work was done exactly as the client had requested, and the woman happily added a gratuity when she paid the balance, the purse was still slightly in hand, even though the Assassin had already paid a small sum of money to reward a few thieves for helping.

"It was an easy, enjoyable deal. The assassin thought again.

Even more pleasantly, he didn't have to rush back to the guild...... Walking in the darkness of the night, the Assassin suddenly stopped in front of a building, and he quickly climbed up to the terrace on the second floor, then leaned against the wall to listen to the movement in the room. In the room, a young woman was flirting with a man. After parrying the man's hairy hands and feet as if she was in a reject, the girl used a little trick to coax the man to settle the bill and leave satisfied, and just as she turned back to the house where the candle was extinguished with a look of disdain, she was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure in the room.

"Akachi?"

The girl asked tentatively, and in response was a warm breath in her face. The Assassin, known as Akachi, stuffed a large amount of gold into the girl's open placket, loosened his headband, and led the girl to the bed in a passionate kissing position......

Scarlet and pitch black, this is the most typical day of the elven assassin Akhaki, this nightmare lifestyle for ordinary people arises from death, or will also be extinguished with death, will there be some sound that will awaken the dreamer?