This time, I forgot to struggle. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info It wasn't until the shopkeeper took me down a few steps and dragged me into a cold wine cellar that I kicked on the ground and began to fight against him.

His strength was not beyond my strength, but he only grabbed one of my hands, and I climbed his arm with my other hand, and then opened my mouth to bite his wrist.

As my father said, the people outside are sinister, and if anyone forces me to go with them, I will not grant their wishes, and if my strength is not enough to match the bad people, I can bite them, because it is the prerogative of the weak to do everything.

To my surprise, the shopkeeper known as the fat pig, the fat man who looked weak and afraid of pain, did not let go. He didn't slap me in the face like Bebel's brother, but paused to look at me. I met his gaze and saw that he was just staring at me, with no pain on his face.

Suddenly, his face changed. My brown eyes suddenly flipped into a golden iris, and black scales spread along his neck to his cheeks, and I screamed in horror, and the place I had bitten before was covered with scales......

At this point in the story, the guide who accompanied me to Akagi, the fellow named Durag, interrupted my description with a remark.

"Are you sure you're not dazzled, right?

I glanced at his cheek and said, "More precisely, it's a scale-like pattern, and it fades away from that guy's body in a blink of an eye." ”

I meant something, after all, in Elada, in the family that adopted me, I saw Durag's face with scales crawling with my own eyes, but the others were indifferent to it. I don't think they're going to turn a blind eye to this anomaly, but it's more likely that my unusual gift, the Revealed's ability, is at work.

Durag probably heard what I was saying, and he looked away from me with an embarrassed expression, and I listened to him mutter, "That fat man is actually ......"

What is it? an alien like him?

Durag didn't say, so I didn't ask. The two of us tacitly continued the trip. Later in the evening, he turned his head sideways at me.

"What about your story? Why don't you tell it?"

"I thought you'd heard enough. ”

"No, your story is kind of interesting, go on, go on, where did you go? Oh! What happened to the fat man, then the fat man?"

I exhaled and fell back into the memory......

I pumped my arms desperately, trying to break free from the shopkeeper's grip. Who would have thought that he suddenly let go of his five fingers, and I was caught off guard and sat on the ground at once. And the shopkeeper was still standing there. He glared at me for a moment, then looked down to check his wrist.

"I've seen it all, right? ”

I nodded, and got up to find a way out. The shopkeeper ran up and grabbed me by the collar.

"People don't have this stuff on their bodies, just like no one has knife ears, you know, little ghost, I'm not a short-lived person who can lie, just like you. So, you'd better tighten your claws and close your beak and listen to me, I don't like repetition, you know?"

The shopkeeper let go of his hand again, and I turned and ran outside, and he didn't run after me, but his next words made me freeze on the threshold of the cellar.

"Run out, run out! Petdor's pedophile is out there. He said, his tone cold.

"Don't worry I'll arrest you, as soon as you get out of this cellar, I'll change Petor as your introduction to the industry, but he hasn't finished his business yet, and I have advanced money for him, what will he do with you? ”

I don't understand what the shopkeeper refers to as a "pedophile", but it's not hard to understand that it is "gnawed to the point of no bones left".

For a moment, the threshold under my feet, the wooden stall that protruded less than half an inch from the ground, became a single-plank bridge across the abyss—at one end of the bridge was a "crow" that made my heart tremble, and at the other end was a "demon" that made my teeth fight......

After an unknown amount of time, the shopkeeper's voice came from behind me again.

"Do you want to live?" he asked.

After a while, he asked, "But you don't want to be an assassin, do you?"

Finally, he sighed. The negotiable tone, and the sigh, broke my heart, and I began to sob, sobbing and slowly turning my head, but my feet were still "nailed" to the ground.

"Mom and dad told me...... Assassins all kill for money...... Badass......" I said, wiping tears from my eyes.

"Oh, the Assassins are dishonorable, your parents are right, but at least what happened to them has nothing to do with the Assassins. Because externally, we just take money to do things. It's like a barber who takes money and has to shave his head at the request of a customer. So you see, we are very limited in our evil, and our evil is almost all dependent on those who pay for it. They use us as knives, but what do you think knives can do with knives?"

"It can be used to divide food, and it can be used as a family crest......"

When it comes to the family crest, I inadvertently think of the North Star, and my mother asked me to take care of the sword for my father, but now it is no longer a person or a thing.

"Is that all?" asked the shopkeeper again.

I shook my head and sobbed.

In fact, knives are also commonly used to defend themselves and punish evil. Some people send us to do things just to get justice, and some people come to us for a greater good. ”

"But I don't hear of any good things done by the Assassins. I said truthfully.

The shopkeeper laughed, and I looked at him with some astonishment, and listened to him: "For there are those who pay us not only to buy us to kill but also to buy fame -- to them the honor of doing good deeds is theirs, and to us the reproach of doing evil deeds." ”

This made my mouth open all at once.

"Don't believe it, do you?"

The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders and said, "But as I said, I'm not a short-lived breed who can lie, just like you." In addition, I will not force you to choose my side, but if you choose another path, I really can't think of any chance for you to live, and certainly no chance to seek justice for your parents. The only good thing is that you'll die in obscurity, without the bad reputation of an assassin. Unfortunately, you're a knife-eared, and at d'Estaing, the rightful elves and evil-doers are famous...... Oh, by the way, I heard that many of the elves in the city are ready to move away, is this true?"

"I don't know, but our family ...... We were going to move out. I said, sniffling.

I shouldn't have cried like this in front of outsiders, it was very rude, not elegant at all. But the more I tried to hold back my tears, the more fierce they fell, and they were like bursting an embankment.

"Hmm...... Come here, come here, kid. The shopkeeper beckoned to me.