In the dead of night, there are no lights.

But Marilyn, who had been sent home, couldn't sleep after tossing and turning. Her mind was full of memories of today's day. It's like a marquee, looping over and over again, and it can't get rid of it.

After barely eating some wheat porridge at noon, she was taken home by her mother, and after sleeping for a long time, she heard a lot of talk outside. At first she didn't believe it, she was excited and apprehensive, she wanted to go out to inquire, but she was afraid of causing trouble to the three good Samaritans.

Soon, the town's priest Maxinu, accompanied by the sheriff, hurried into her room.

When she found out that Miró was dead, she couldn't help but laugh and burst into tears, causing the sheriff and the priest to frown. After that, no matter what questions they asked, Marilyn didn't say a word. She just laughed there stupidly, muttering, "Good death, good death..."

After asking for a long time to no avail, the two shook their heads and left.

Seeing her mother's worried eyes, she whispered: "Mom, let me rest alone for a while, I'm fine." She gently pressed her mother's rough palm on her face: "Please, I want to be alone and quiet." ”

Aunt Mary, who had tears in her eyes, stopped talking, and finally she sighed helplessly and gently closed the door.

Memories come to an abrupt end here.

Tuk tuk.

A slight knock on the door by the window woke Marilyn from her memories.

"It's me. ”

Hearing Ronald's voice, Marilyn sat up happily, and without even putting on her shoes, she ran to the window and gently opened it. The face of the black-haired young man looked particularly heroic under the bright moonlight.

"I heard about it in the afternoon, you ......"

Ronald put his finger to his lips and gently shushed her, signaling her not to be so loud.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Marilyn took several breaths before she spoke softly: "Why are you the only one, what about them?" looked around for a while, and her tone became a little anxious again: "I won't ......"

Ronald hurriedly shook his head: "I'm here to inform you, your commission, we have successfully completed it." ”

"I know. Marilyn nodded repeatedly: "I'll know in the afternoon." ”

Looking at the happy and excited face, Ronald was relieved. A smile crossed the corner of his mouth: "So, this beautiful young lady, shouldn't you pay us?"

Poof.

Marilyn burst out laughing at his teasing. But in the next moment, she became nervous: "I, we don't have many gold coins at home...... She suddenly remembered her vow: "As long as you want, my life will belong to you!"

Seeing her expression so resolute, Ronald couldn't help but smile and waved his hand: "A silver coin is fine." ”

"Huh?"

The next moment, Marilyn covered her mouth in surprise to prevent her voice from coming out.

"I'm just a bronze mercenary, isn't it normal to be paid a silver coin?" fulfilled his promise to himself and to the girl, and Ronald was in a good mood. He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes slyly, "If you have more, ten silver coins will do." Anything more, it's not the normal remuneration that a Bronze Mercenary can earn. ”

"You, you wait. ”

Marilyn was barefoot, rummaging through the cabinet in the dark.

Bang!

The body was accidentally brought to the corner of the cabinet, touching the scar on the waist, and also startled a few dog barks.

She endured the pain and continued to fumble, and soon, six silver coins were turned over by her. Marilyn walked quickly to the window, carefully held the silver coin in her palm, and solemnly handed it to the black-haired young man outside the window: "To you, my benefactor." ”

Smiling and taking the silver coin in her hand, Ronald glanced at the shepherd dog that was still barking in the distance, and quickly turned his head: "I have to go, live well!" Without waiting for the girl to answer, he sneaked out of the town.

Marilyn secretly remembered the appearance of this young man who didn't even know his name.

"Black curly hair, blue eyes, and a small scar on the sideburns. She muttered to herself, "May God bless you, my benefactor." ”

In one of the rooms in the church, Father Maximin, awakened by the sound of a barking dog, was silent as he looked at a dark shadow emerging from the grocery store. During the afternoon investigation, he had a vague feeling that the Assassins were related to Marilyn, but for some reason, he had no intention of exposing them.

Am I sympathizing with her? or ......

Suddenly, he fell to his knees, and his right hand made a cross on his chest.

"O Almighty God, guide me, the lost Lamb, so that his heart may no longer be confused...... If it is really my fault, then please let me bear the karmic fire of sin and punishment alone. Amen. ”

The priest closed his eyes tightly and prayed reverently.

After sneaking out of the town, he hurried to the birch forest outside the town to join the mages and them.

Bruno smiled and asked him, "What are your plans for the future?"

Ronald thought about it and laughed innocently: "I don't have any plans for the time being." ”

The mage interjected, "Aren't you going to explore your origins?"

"There's no hurry. Ronald smiled and turned his head to the mage, "I remember you said that your mentor might know something. ”

"Although my teacher was very knowledgeable, it was not certain. The mage smiled bitterly: "However, when the teacher sent us to practice, he jokingly said to us, don't go back if you don't practice to the strength of the ** master." If you want to explore your background, I can only write you a letter. ”

"**Division?" Ronald raised his eyebrows, curious.

The mage explained lightly: "It's a mage who can use fourth-order magic. ”

"Oh?" Ronald's mind spun quickly, "Aren't you a blood spirit specialty, you can cast spells beyond the ranks." Then if you master the fourth-order magic of the blood spirit system, does that count?"

"It's just a title, it doesn't matter to me. The mage smiled at what he said: "As long as it's a fourth-order magic, it's naturally counted." ”

Ronald suddenly turned his head to Bruno: "What about you?"

Blonde was stunned for a moment, and he quickly spoke: "Oh, oh, do you remember the Pygmy tribe last time? I used up the poppy powder I bought at that time, and it's not very far from the Pygmy tribe, so I'm going to get some more." ”

"yes. Ronald continued: "Speaking of which, how is your research going?"

"There's a little bit of progress. At the mention of his field of expertise, Bruno immediately became frowning and began to gush: "Didn't I tell you about the special surname of the poppy powder last time, and now it has been made into a semi-finished product, but the side effects are still very large." I'm going to add moon amaranth and wild daisies to try and see if the new formula can improve the potion and try to minimize the side effects. ”

Speaking of pride, he couldn't help but dance: "If I can really develop it......"

"Alright, alright. The mage raised his hand and interrupted Bruno's thoughts before he could continue: "Well, let's wait until you get a new laboratory." ”

Hey.

Bruno shrugged his shoulders embarrassedly: "Look at me, it's on again." ”

Ronald thought for a moment: "Then let's do it, let's go to the Pygmy tribe to buy some medicinal powder first, and then go back to Fort Orleans to have a look." He paused: "If I could, I would like to inform Lord Blair of the information on the Turing people's spying on the border." Although it was because he was afraid of the collusion between Archduke Hairington and the church, it was always bad to say goodbye at that time. As he spoke, he turned his head to the two of them and asked for their opinions: "How about thinking about the rest of the matter when the time comes?"

Bruno punched him hard: "Oh oh, you kid, you don't take the two of us seriously at all." Ronald was about to retort when the blonde enthusiastically put his arm around his shoulders: "Then let's decide, Kerry?"

The mage smiled faintly: "Let's go, it's not good to stay here for a long time." ”

The decision was made, and they stopped talking. By the light of the moon, the three of them hurried away in the direction they had come.

At this moment, under the Ecles Mountains, another group of adventurers is marching in the forest.

The team of adventurers was very special--- bronze-haired old dwarves in shiny silver armor, brown orcs with simple leather armor, and a lightly armored knight with a large sword.

Dwarves are okay and can still be seen in some big cities. But the orcs, among the few small kingdoms around here, are a rare race.

"Hey. ”

Even in the middle of the night, the dwarf Paladin spoke with a big grin: "I say, do you really intend to climb to the summit of the Ecles Mountains, Turing Pride?"

"Shut up. The short-haired knight apparently didn't like to be called like this by the old dwarf: "You are hired by me, what are you doing with so many mouths?"

The orc Astran laughed: "Without the two of us, I'm afraid you, the Turing pride, can't even recognize the road, hahaha." He looked slyly at his old teammate, "Did you say, man?"

"Hahaha, that's right. The dwarf's ravine-covered face sneered: "The only thing worthy of praise is your poor force." ”

In Rod's green eyes, he was suddenly aroused with rage: "I want to duel with you, dead dwarf!"

The dwarf gave the orc a triumphant look, and laughed at the same time.

Hahaha!

The loud sound stirred up the quiet forest with the sound of birds flapping their wings.

Seeing that the young knight still had an indignant expression on his face, the old dwarf stroked his bronze beard: "Alright, well, the bishop has specially instructed us to take good care of you." ”

He deliberately strengthened the tone of the word.

Seeing that Rhodes became more and more unhappy, the dwarf's small eyes were full of ridicule: "I don't want to go wrong one day, and after carrying your corpse back, I will be trained half to death by Steve's old immortal." He looked back, "You said no, man?"

The orc smiled: "I'm not familiar with that bishop, you guy, don't get involved with me as a backrest." ”

The young knight, who was squeezed by the two of them, had nowhere to attack, and he couldn't help but draw his big sword hanging on his back and angrily slash at the tree.

With a click, the big tree that was clasped together with both hands was cut into two pieces by him with a casual blow.

Squeak, squeak!

The tree fell to the ground, and the crown trembled.

Hahaha!

The dwarves and orcs raised their eyebrows at each other and laughed out loud again.