In the jungle to the west of d'Estaing, a convoy was moving in the setting sun. On the surface www.biquge.info, it was just an ordinary caravan with four covered wagons and six mercenaries, but the merchants and men in the carriages looked a little strange. They watched the regressing scenery outside the car boredly, or leaned against the wall of the car to nap, and some looked at their companions with a suspicious look, but no one spoke.

Akachi was the second type of man in the caravan, his hat was lowered and his head was slightly drooping, and he looked as if he was sleeping deeply, but he had been habitually awake to a certain extent, and because of this, he could clearly feel that someone in the car was paying attention to him.

It was not a good thing for an Assassin to be under the watchful eye all the time, and the reason why Akachi was still recuperating was not so much because the carload of people were all Assassins in the same nest, but because a series of bad things had made him fall into a world-weary mood. He didn't even bother to think about why so many of his colleagues were involved in this escort trip, and how could he be in the mood to cater to the eyes of others and be a decent elven assassin?

It's a pity that he can barely be himself when he closes his eyes and deceives himself into isolating himself from the outside world with a layer of eyelids. It's a pity that the time to grasp yourself is always a little shorter.

After several hours of continuous travel, the whole convoy finally stopped in a wooded area for a short rest, and everyone could not help jumping out of the carriage to loosen their muscles, and in a short time these people formed their own circles, and Akachi leaned on a white ash plant in some solitude, and he guessed that a fellow who had been watching him for a long time should almost take the opportunity to come and take care of himself, no, a woman came over. Compared to the other Assassins, the woman dressed as a merchant looked rather high-profile, with a special corset on her blouse, a ring of wrap-around leather panels that perfectly flattered her breasts, and tight leather pants that wrapped around her legs. Unfortunately, a wide belt with a scimitar and deerskin boots with spurs exposed her dangerous temperament that should be carefully concealed and her ambition to conquer others.

Akaki wasn't very familiar with this woman, and if he remembered correctly, the woman's name was Phil, who had been in the Guild of Quenching Dagger's headquarters in Campes, but most people called her Vicious Spider.

It is said that within three months of arriving at D'Estaing, the Spider had used various reasons to kill several Assassins who did not take her seriously, some of whom had a small status in the guild.

She acts so ruthlessly and perversely, but she still has a lot of scruples about the big boss. Akachi guessed that the reason why she had not come to provoke herself may be because she showed no interest in power, and partly because it was probably related to Crulley.

In other words, she probably feels like she's fallen out of favor right now.

At this time, the poisonous spider was learning from the example of Akachi, with ash on its back. She raised her hand and stroked the long black hair that hung down her shoulders, and then naturally accosted Akachi, "Not used to being around so many people?"

Before Akachi could say anything, the spider turned sideways and hooked his index finger to his chin.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"I think anyone who sees your face can't help but want to taste the elves. ”

"Do you also want to see the appearance of an elf with his limbs and his breath disordered?"

The woman in front of her tugged at the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a very provocative smile. The fingers that had hooked the elf's jaw swept across the elf's neck and chest in turn, and Akachi also cooperated with a fascinated look.

From a distance, the man and the woman seem to be showing intimacy, but if you come close to listen to the conversation, you will be taken aback by the content of their exchange. I only heard the poisonous spider get straight to the point: "How about working for me? I mean killing for me." ”

Akachi smiled. He knew very well in his heart who the poisonous spider wanted him to deal with, but he was deliberately pretending to be stupid.

"I don't see a lack of a killer by your side. However, with your identity and appearance, it is really not in line with your identity to have a vase standing behind, and what I am best at doing is to be an obedient vase. ”

"Don't play dumb in front of me. The poisonous spider interrupted.

"Do you think I'm not going to check out what his pet has been like before I plan to deal with him? The only elf in the guild who makes a list that meets all the requirements for a boost? How many top assassins can do that?"

Her fingers circled around Akachi's stomach.

"Kruli is simply squeezing and restraining you, and he will never feed you, and I am very different from him. Don't you think it's a wonderful thing to kill him and change to a leader with clear rewards and punishments?"

"Oh, I think there are a lot of things better than the murder of the Mentor. Akachi looked eagerly at the poisonous spider.

"Mentor?" the poisonous spider scoffed.

"You're really good at acting. You and I both know what this guild mentor teaches? Have you never heard that 'killing a teacher here is not a sin, but a manifestation of debut?' Is it because he dragged you out of the broken sack more than ten years ago, and you are going to suffer for this bastard for the rest of your life?"

The spider's words stung Akachi, and he suddenly grabbed the spider's hand and put it close to his lips in a gesture of kissing hands.

"If you want to replace Clauselly, use your own strength to deal with him, and I will not interfere in this matter. ”

After speaking, he let go of his hand without a trace, and his expression became a little colder.

Akachi's categorical refusal to join the gang clearly angered the poisonous spiders. The woman, who would not allow others to disobey her, drew a scimitar pinned to her waist and pointed it at the elf's throat. Akachi looked at her indifferently, then looked into the distance. Many people in the makeshift camp were clearly aware of the murderous atmosphere here, and most of the assassins posing as caravans stopped in place as if they were watching a good show, except for a few mercenaries who did not know the truth and were stupidly rushing towards the place where the poisonous spider and him were standing, intending to stop the conflict.

"You know, with those mercenaries, I can tell you that you are a scheming elf, and to that mage, I just have to say that you are a defector, and he will not say anything about what I have done. ”

The poisonous spider licked the corners of her scarlet lips and continued, "I think it would be a pity if a beautiful face was separated from the body, don't you think so?"

Akachi burst into an exaggerated burst of laughter.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just not ready to be executed by fellow defectors. ”