"The second son of the dignified Conrad family, Lord of South Rissyphus, and Viscount of the Kingdom, would come to a place like ours where untouchables gather."

There were only two patrons in the filthy nameless tavern, and the man whose face was unclear under a pure black cloak looked with interest at the young nobleman in front of him, who was out of step with his surroundings, trying to see a look of disgust and discomfort on the latter's face.

But he couldn't do it, and Robinette Conrad shook the cloudy red wine in the notched stoneware cup in his hand, brought it to his lips, raised his head and drank it all, and then replied expressionlessly:

"The occasional experience of the life of the lord in the realm is not a good adjustment to the lackluster life of the lord, and the wine in the slums does not seem to be as bad as it seems."

The slum of Reberion sits in the southeastern corner of the town, an area that has nothing to do with justice and health, where all kinds of crime and depravity are breeding all the time.

The shacks made of construction waste are inhabited by bankrupt debtors, jugglers, coolies, and workers in the special services......

Different occupations, same poverty.

But there are also those who are exceptions.

"After all, if you want to entertain the lord of South Richsyphus, today you are using a private brew made from grapes stolen from the vineyards outside the city in the slum tavern, and in terms of taste, you may not lose to the production of the best wineries of the officials, of course, it is also ...... to get some of the good wine of the officials and lords to enjoy it yourself."

The man in the black cloak talked as if he had not noticed the growing embarrassment on the seated Viscount Robinette.

For the vineyard and the winery that the man said were his estates, it was unbearable for a thief to flaunt in front of his master what he had stolen from the latter.

But he Robinette Conrad endured because he had something to ask for this man today.

Yes, as the lord of South Risifus, with the title of viscount, he today asks for help from the killers of the underworld forces of the dark side of Rebelion.

"Graeme, you should know what I'm here for."

After the man chattered for a long time, the young nobleman finally couldn't help but interrupt him.

"The only thing that can make the Lord of South Richsyphus deign to come to this slum tavern and personally come to find me, the killer of the underground forces, must be assassination."

Before Viscount Robinette could continue to speak, the man in the black cloak said in a lazy voice:

"But I've always had three precursors or requests for an assassination in Graeme...... I don't know if the lord is clear? ”

"First of all, the remuneration of five hundred gold coins will be paid in cash on the day of the issuance of the commission, and no bargaining will be allowed."

"Secondly, the time, place and form of the assassination are all determined by me, and the client shall not interfere with my completion of the assassination within a week in any way except for providing information, otherwise it will be deemed to have voluntarily abandoned the commission, and the remuneration will not be returned."

"Last but not least...... I need to know why you are carrying out this assassination, Lord Viscount. ”

After listening to the request of the man in the black cloak, the young nobleman said that there was nothing wrong with the first two requests, as for the third......

"It may sound offensive, but I would like to warn Viscount Robinette not to try to lie to me."

The man's voice seemed to be a reminder and a warning:

"If I find out that the reason you say is a lie...... It's hard to find other qualified killers in the underworld to entrust. ”

"Because your assassination target has trampled on the dignity of a nobleman, and his accomplices have directly or indirectly killed more than one of my subordinates, and it is very likely that a nobleman and the subjects of his fiefdom will attack in the recent period."

Viscount Robinette replied without thinking.

The man under the cloak raised his head slightly, as if staring into the eyes of the young nobleman.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head again and continued to say in that languid tone:

"I can take this person's assassination commission, and I can leave after you pay the honorarium and provide relevant information, and the information provided should preferably include the items that the person has recently come into contact with, so that the speed of finding the assassination target will be greatly improved."

......

The wind is strong and the rain is urgent.

Men in suits and leather shoes are running through the streets.

Pedestrians with umbrellas pass by on the side of the road, but they turn a blind eye to the man.

All the way, all the way, it's all like this.

The man in tortoiseshell glasses was slightly blessed and held on to the flickering street lamp pole and gasped violently.

The street lights are on and off.

The man turned his head slowly.

There is a shadow under the lamp, the shadow of a boy.

He was already very tired all the way, but when he turned back, great fear still drove him to run wildly.

"You, don't chase! Stop chasing!! ”

The tortoiseshell glasses used to show the man's elegance fell to the ground and were trampled into pieces by him.

Street lights turn on and off faster.

He didn't dare to stop, he stopped...... What's behind, you're going to catch up.

"TMD, at this time!"

The man tried to tense his right leg, but the feeling of muscle spasm was so strong.

Da, da.

The sound of extremely light footsteps came from afar, which should have been indistinguishable in the pouring rain, but in the man's ears it sounded like thunder.

Yes, to a crowded place.

The man without his glasses could dimly see the light on the outer screen of the building in the distance, as if a man who had been pardoned was limping and gritting his teeth and rushing in that direction.

Da, da, da.

At first, the footsteps from afar seemed to be walking slowly, and then the pace suddenly increased, as if following a man's footsteps.

Street lights flicker faster.

The wind and rain were getting stronger, and there was no thunder, no lightning, not even the sound of raindrops the size of beans hitting the ground.

Heaven and earth seem to be so quiet that only the breath of a man remains...... And that footsteps from far to near.

It's finally here.

The man's hands trembled, and with all his strength he tried to push open the main entrance of the building.

The door does not move.

Cracked men hurried around the building, the doors, the side doors that should have been unobstructed, were closed.

The Last Door!

Surprisingly, he didn't encounter any obstacles, the wind and rain and the approaching footsteps were blocked by the door.

No one could see him, no one could hear his shouts, and there was no signal from the means of communication......

It's like being cut off from another world.

Someone.... The sound? The man was stunned, and then overjoyed.

He could faintly hear human voices, and although they were almost inaudible little noises, they sounded like heaven to men.

God forbid, God forbid.

With the glimmer of light from the exit sign, he could see the familiar sign on the wall next to him.

He has been on the run for so long...... Went back to square one.

Knock, knock, knock.

There's something, in, knocking on the door outside.

The door opened.