Compared to Edward, who was standing there, Orwina was not so calm as she was hiding in the flowers, and after a few seconds of stunned froze, she screamed and rushed out, pushing the black-haired knight behind him, as if she couldn't believe her eyes anymore.

"How is Mock you?!" Ottina's voice was incredulous, staring at the cold guy in front of him with a bit of sarcasm on his face, "Why are you here?!"

"How did I end up here...... That's a question that a stupid girl like you Orwina can ask. The Assassin known as "Mork" still sneered mockingly, "It's obvious, isn't it?"

"So you've ...... long ago" Orweina, who was standing in place, trembled in distraction, her eyes bloomed with angry blood red, and she stared at the guy who wanted to break the corpse to pieces: "Traitor, you traitor!"

"Traitor, why don't I understand what you're saying, stupid girl. Mock looked at Edward, who was standing behind Orwina, and casually pointed to him: "Don't you also fall in love with the powerful people of Turin and die for them—Edward Wetwood, whom I saw that night!"

"That's just to save the little master!" Orwina retorted, "We all swore in front of the ancestral spirit of the tribe, to protect the little master of Renault, to revive the tribe to sacrifice everything, even if it is ......"

"Let all the ancestral spirits of any tribe go back, I'm not the fool I was at the beginning - who would waste a lifetime for a stinky boy who can only lose his temper, chasing some illusory revival, the tribe is over, it's over!" Mork suddenly burst into rage: "I'm living for myself now, not for others!"

"Work for that adult, I can live cleanly. I can buy a house in Turin's eastern district, I can find a wife who is about the same as me, I can have the money to open a shop, I can live like all the people of Turin, and I don't have to be afraid to be called some kind of 'barbarian' and then inexplicably killed. I've had enough of those, I've had enough!"

"Bell-!"

The shattering sound of the steel blade slamming exploded into a dazzling fire in the darkness, even if it was only for a moment - Mork, who instinctively raised the short knife, was almost cut in half by the bright star that slashed at his head, and his heart even trembled a little when he looked at the crack in the short knife.

"Despicable villain!" he cursed, the short knife in his left hand had already come out of his hand and thrown it towards Edward's face. Edward, who hurriedly let go of the blade, leaned over to dodge, with a relaxed smile still on the corner of his mouth, and the bright star in his hand seemed to have life, rolling up a sword wind that was enough to cut through steel. Pounce on the dodging Assassins!

But soon, the guy didn't even have time to curse, and Edward Witwood's almost crazy "sword dance" didn't even leave him a moment to spare, as if the next sword would cut him in two!

Every moment, every moment, it seemed that what stood in front of him was not a noble lord of Turin, but a terrifying bloodthirsty beast that would tear him into pieces at any moment.

At the same time as the Mok short knife fell. Edward, who was still standing three feet away from him, had already appeared behind him. The blade fell, and he even had the instinct to turn back in pain, completely controlled by fear, and the whole person flew out directly, a bloody scar tore open an incomparably neat crack in the armor and flesh behind him, and even the bones hidden inside could be seen.

Edward, who was standing in place, had no intention of chasing, and his right wrist shook violently. The plasma flowing on the blade of the sword rained down on the floor, and under the moonless starry sky, only a bright red semicircle could be seen.

The footsteps stepped forward, and the flat smile on his face even revealed a little boredom, and the long sword that was still excited was lazily dragged to the ground. Gently scratch a white mark.

"Is that all? Or is it ...... I don't know what I can do?" Edward's expression became even colder with a deep weariness in his deep voice, "If that's the case, we might be able to end this soon." ”

"You—You think this is the end?" Fear appeared on Mock's face, and he stood up from the ground with his teeth bared, even his pupils trembled violently, and he clutched the hilt of the knife in his hand tightly: "I tell you, I swear that I will never die here, and I will never die in the hands of you fat-brained noble lords!"

The blade fell, but he didn't see Edward have the slightest intention of dodging, and he was about to be slashed...... Fake.

The suddenly raised left arm hit him in the face fiercely, and the Hidden Blade that followed it popped out of the armguard, and the sharp steel blade pierced his cheek directly, pulling it out hard, and the muscles of half of his face were torn off, and Mok, who was crying out in tears, was even covered with blood, almost desperate to see the "lazy" blade swinging towards his right wrist holding the knife.

"Ahhhh!!!!hh

The "noise" in his ears made Edward frown, and he didn't look at the dying guy on the ground, and turned his gaze to Orweina behind: "Let's go, let's go and rescue the little Renault master." ”

After saying that, Orweina, who was still standing in silence, watched the black-haired knight turn around and walk towards the storage room, and even exuded a little fear in her eyes...... There is some other feeling.

Among the aristocratic lords of the people of Turin, is there still such a person?

"Uh... Yes...... Ah......" Mock, who fell in a pool of blood, was still trembling and twitching, and even the hand holding the knife had turned into a pile of rancid rotten meat, how much capital did he have to live?

I can't die here, I want revenge, I'm going to take this guy, this damned aristocratic lord to hell with me!!

Step by step, he struggled to crawl forward, and the arm without his right hand was directly against the ground, and the pain from the flesh and blood from the bones and wounds could not contain his already scarlet eyes and desperate heart, as if he was a demon crawling out of hell, trying his best to drag the other party down the endless abyss!

It's coming, it's almost there, that guy hasn't seen me yet, he's dead!

As soon as Mock's face showed a little joy, he felt a sudden step on his back, and when he turned his head, what appeared in front of him was Ottina's cold face.

"Go to the ancestral spirits and confess your sins, Mok. Owena's voice was suddenly extremely gentle, but her trembling left hand had slowly fallen, pressing against his throat under Mork's fearful gaze.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, standing still, looking behind him without looking back, "Why stop?"

"Nothing. Slowly letting go of the dead corpse, Orwena slowly stood up, wiped the blood from her face and walked behind Edward, "Please continue to lead the way, we are running out of time, are we - the guards of the mansion will come at any time." ”

Edward nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face, and continued to walk forward without saying anything more.

Might it be better to catch the one who betrayed the tribe, but if he were to die, he would be able to gain more trust from the female assassin named Orwina - in other words, more of her accomplices would be on her side.

Edward preferred to trust allies with common interests rather than a traitor to the Confession - just as he didn't care that Ellet Miral was using himself against the Minestes, Landzel Ottovic was using himself to take the hegemony of Bright Star City.

You can reap a lot of the rewards of this, and you can be confident that the covenant will survive until the end of the benefit, without fear of betrayal - unless the enemy can offer a higher price, which is what you must do.

In addition to Mork, there were several other traitorous Assassins outside the locker room - this time Edward didn't even have a chance to make a move, and the expressionless Orweina had already done it herself, one by one, she wiped her neck with her Hidden Blade, and the two people covered in blood stood in front of the door as if they were walking. (To be continued......)