After leaving Rose's house, Akaki had been walking in a certain direction, and he was not walking quickly, and along the way, all kinds of pedestrians who were rushing around for their livelihood and trivial matters staggered past him one after another, and no one noticed Akachi's presence, and no one made him pause. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

An oncoming gust of wind tugged at his hat, and Akachi subconsciously tugged at his hood, the sunlight cast on the brim of his hat cast a shadow on his face, almost blending in with the facial lines he had painted around his eye sockets, and he himself blended into the crowd like a face in the shadows.

As an Assassin and in the demonic city of Desstaing, you need to know the need to keep a low profile.

Akachi finally stopped in front of a nondescript thrift store, and when he pushed the door open, a musty smell hit his face, and dust fluttered in the sunlight that filtered into the store, and the dimly lit hall was covered with dusty depreciated furniture and old furnishings. Akachi vaguely saw a man lying on the counter almost obscured by all kinds of debris, but there was no one else in the store.

He walked towards the store, and when he was almost at the counter, the middle-aged shopkeeper, who was too idle to take a nap, raised his head from the pile of clutter. At first, the shopkeeper's face had a confused look on his face, but when he saw the person clearly, the expression on his face became warm.

"You're back!" said the shopkeeper.

"We've all heard about yesterday. It's really neat, I'll just say that you definitely have the ability to 'pick up' in the downtown without knowing it, and you can win me a lot of money for drinks. ”

He shook his fist excitedly as he spoke, but Akachi didn't say anything. In the face of such a cold "customer", the middle-aged shopkeeper gradually lost his fun. He thought for a moment, and then said, "Don't be so dull, kid, you should be proud, and boast about your achievements as you used to, okay?"

Akachi scoffed and shook his head.

"You've been saying the same thing for years. ”

"I've said something like that before? What did you say?"

Akachi smiled, leaning against the counter, then ripped off the hood with the hand resting on the counter, revealing the ponytail tied behind his head.

"It's a pretty sultry suggestion...... Do you think it would be more fun if I were to brag about it like that?"

Akachi replied with a sigh of relief. The shopkeeper raised his head to the sky and let out a complaining chirp.

"Damn. As I did, it looks like my memory has deteriorated again. ”

He sighed, then tossed a key into Arakaci's hand.

"The big boss is waiting for you below, he seems to have something to order, go quickly. ”

Akachi clenched his fist and grasped the key firmly in his hand, and he set off into the back hall of the shop, descending six steps to the cellar where the wine was stored, and then using the key to open a door deep in the cellar.

Behind the door, the scene seemed to come from a decaying, gloomy otherworld, with a crater as deep as a giant mouth underneath, with only the faint light of the stars casting through the rain holes above, reflecting the icy stone walls covered in hanging moss and the ferns struggling out of the cracks. Other than that, I couldn't see anything else, only the sound of dripping water and various unknown sounds echoing in the hollows of the ground.

This cellar seems to have dug into the surface of hell by mistake, and it seems that there is no way out.

Akachi walked to the edge of the pothole, and he kicked into a hidden spot. There was a clatter of metal and stone crashing against each other, and then a ladder hung down. He climbed the ladder to the bottom of the pit and stepped on another mechanism to retract the ladder, and then walked in the direction of the faint glow of the fire, which led to the fortress of the Quenched Dagger.

Speaking of which, this place was originally an emergency shelter for a certain nobleman, and the overall layout of the underground building is not inferior to the official residence on the ground, with not only a kitchen, bedrooms, storerooms, and even a prayer room. The land has changed hands several times, and its previous owner was just a well-tasted bandit, but unfortunately the Demonic Daggers who expanded westward also took over the land through a bloody raiding war, adding traps, labyrinths, torture rooms, and trial rooms to the underworld in accordance with the guild's usual tastes.

In fact, the path Akachi has just traveled is a hidden murderous motive, and any intruder who does not have a key or does not know how to retrieve the ladder will touch the mechanism buried in the wall and remain silent forever. In a way, the fortress is a human-devouring monster, and it is often eaten by newcomers to the guild and children who have been sold here for training. As Akachi walked down the labyrinth of corridors to the heart of the guild, he heard muffled footsteps from far and near. I saw a strong man with a hood on his face and a sack on his shoulders walking along the horizontal road in front of him.

Akachi stopped and waited for the sack-carrying creature to pass first, noticing that the blood-stained bag seemed to contain something the size of a lamb, which seemed to be moving slightly.

Akachi closed his eyes and continued to where he was going. After turning a few outposts, the eerie crypt of the underground fortress finally revealed some warmth, and as the cold bluestone gradually replaced by patches of red bricks, Akachi gradually heard the voices of some people, and he walked through the narrow walkway that connected several rest areas into the spacious hall decorated with alcoves.

The sigils that could be seen on the walls and floors of the hall seemed to tell that it had been associated with magic, but the Quenching Dagger had transformed the place into a tavern for the Assassins to relax. Although it was still early, there were already a number of people sitting in the tavern, most of them were playing a card game called "Seven Mirrors", and one of the engaged spectators accidentally dropped food crumbs on the head of the card player, it seemed that the game of "Spade Devourer" and "Heart Protector" had reached the most critical moment, but Akachi's arrival still attracted everyone's attention, most of them just glanced up and continued to indulge in their own fun, only a few people looked at him and smiled a little meaninglessly.

Akaci didn't bother to pay attention to what the men thought of him, he greeted the "bartender" here, and then entered the big boss's room through the side door of the room.

In a few moments, one of Akachi's most familiar faces appeared before his eyes. The leader of the Assassins, known as Kruli, also known as the Big Boss, was reclining on a soft stool, waiting for the woman next to him to put carefully peeled grapes into his mouth. Akachi took two steps forward and placed the purse in his arms on the low table in front of him, and then stood aside with a bored look on his face, waiting for his call.

The big boss waved his hand slightly, asking the woman next to him to avoid it for the time being.

"Well done. He said.

"I'm sure you're enjoying your work, and I'm so grateful for the wealth you've contributed to the guild. ”