Most of the inhabitants of d'Estain have taken refuge in the haven of home, pregnant women and young children have been doubled down, and adults have even told the story of the elves' war with humans two centuries ago, hoping to scare the naughty children with the serial tales of elves killing pregnant women and young children casting spells. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But there are always people who do something out of the ordinary, like this girl who works in a dyeing shop. She is only four months pregnant, but she is not very obvious, but she has been classified as a "great evil" in the scope of fishing and hunting. But the future single mother had brought herself to a dangerous field in order to take a few more bites of food, and it was only when the thick darkness of the night enveloped her, and when suspicious footsteps lingered behind her, that she realized that something was wrong!

The poor girl ran desperately in the direction of her home, and then she tripped over something and fell to the ground, and one shoe flew out a few meters. The girl subconsciously stroked her upper abdomen with her hand, and only after making sure that everything was okay did she realize that she was still in danger. The girl did not think about why she never heard suspicious footsteps again, nor did she look for her lost shoes, but continued her journey home barefoot without looking back.

Around the corner, less than ten meters from where the girl had fallen, the real evil was covering the mouth of a man in black and clasping his neck with his elbow. The man, who was much taller than Akachi, struggled in vain while maintaining his balance in a ridiculously backward position, but after a few seconds, the hapless creature rolled his eyes in Akachi's tightened elbow.

Akachi hooked the man's armpits with both hands, dragged him to the deepest part of the corner, and then raised his foot and kicked him hard in the ribs to make sure the hapless man couldn't move for at least a few weeks. After all this was done, he couldn't help but sneer.

Laureate, the bastard governor, is making more and more victims, why don't fools ever know what moderation is?" Akachi thought impatiently.

If he wants to force himself out and get rid of himself, all he needs is a wanted warrant, or is the person who rises to power by throwing feces favors the disgusting act of throwing excrement? If he does not choose a path that is different from ordinary people in the dark night, if he does not see this ugly evil deed, will the title of the great evil deed add another blood debt?

Through the elves' eyes, which could see in the dark, Akachi could clearly see the unfortunate man lying on the ground curled up unconscious. He kicked the man again with a flat expression, and then turned and ran like a night cat and stepped on the edge of the wall of a house in the direction of the roof. When the momentum ran out, Akachi's hands clinged to the window edge of the house. He adjusted the focus of his feet, jumped up again, and this time climbed up to the roof without a hitch.

"Tonight is the time to collect the bills. ”

Akachi muttered softly. He then used his assassin skills and elven night vision to navigate the eaves of houses, terraces, and even clotheslines. However, instead of sneaking straight to the governor's residence, Akachi continued to wander the residential area, looking for another target for him. Finally, a two-story house of blue bricks and white tiles came into view, and Akachi slipped silently down the eaves, then managed to open the window lattice of the house and climbed in.

The house chosen by Akachi had the typical layout of a merchant family, and the head was a middle-aged man with a big belly, a half-bald head, and a pleasant appearance. Because this man is kind and very happy to make friends, the residents in the neighborhood know that his shop is the thrift store "Fragments" in Midtown, and these ordinary people would never have imagined that "Fragments" is actually the entrance to the Quenching Dagger.

Akachi sneaked into the kitchen of the house, and he casually surveyed his surroundings, his eyes suddenly drawn to an empty glass of water on the dining table and a bottle of salt next to it.

Krulley always likes to put salt when he drinks water, and this habit has never changed, so here he is...... Akachi suddenly realized.

Is this boss waiting to finish him off? Okay, it's not too late, come and stop yourself from getting revenge, stab the knife in, and end what should have ended seven years ago.

Akachi stood motionless. He heard the sound of someone coming downstairs from outside the kitchen, and in a few moments, the light of a lantern shone on his face, but it was not Cruli, but the pot-bellied shopkeeper.

"Akachi!"

The shopkeeper was visibly startled by the sudden presence of an extra man in the room, but then his look of surprise was replaced by a worried look.

"Why are you still in D'Estaing? They're trying to lure you out. ”

After a pause, the man asked with a puzzled expression, "I heard that the people on the other side of Campes are worried about you, how did you provoke them?"

"I don't know much, the mage did some kind of trick to me, some people want to uncover the secret, and the people on the other end seem to want to keep the secret a secret forever. ”

Akachi lowered his eyes slightly and said. His words were actually meant for Krully, who was hiding in the shadows, and he knew that Krully must be listening. Now that he's done the job that Cruli has given him to and the job that made him a defector, it's time for Kruli to show up, right? Why don't you just come out and end everything!

"Akachi?"

The shopkeeper shook his palm in front of his eyes.

Akachi smiled silently.

"I've got something for you......"

"Look at my memory! Wait a minute. ”

The shopkeeper slapped his head and sat down for a moment in front of Akachi, then he hurried out of the kitchen with his fat body twisted. After a few moments, an elven sword wrapped in layers of cloth was handed to Akachi.

"I've been sitting in the stack for a long time, and if you're going to leave d'Estaing, you should take the family heirloom with you. I just don't know if Mithril's things will rust after a long time, do you want to open it and take a look?"

Akaki shook his head, but he untied the strips of cloth wrapped around the scabbard and grip in circles. Little by little, the exquisitely textured weight balls, the grip, and the scabbard that had ceased to shine under the erosion of time were revealed. Finally, Akachi took a deep breath, and he whispered the name of the sword, Polaris, in his heart, and then resolutely pulled the sword out of its scabbard.

The Elven Sword named Polaris brought a cold light as it had when it was first forged, and its extraordinarily straight spine and mirror-like edge were enough to make anyone who relied on weapons to eat fall in love with it.