Chapter 3: Poor security

"Oh! That's right! In that case, we'll see you another day! If you are not familiar with the town, welcome to the silver building in the east of the town - 'Osmanthus Silver Building' to come to me, and then take you to the famous food stalls in the city! ”

"Hmmm! Please be sure. ”

"Goodbye then!"

The girl smiled brightly and turned to run.

As everyone knows, some bright red blood oozes from the crack of the closed door.

The girl didn't notice it at all.

The left hand, hidden behind the deacon, is no longer in the form of a palm, but a rugged appearance close to a "hand knife".

It wasn't until the girl's distant figure disappeared from the eyes of the two that the knife returned to its original state.

The man kindly patted the deacon on the right shoulder.

This tap reminds the deacon to "put away your murderous intent."

The deacon immediately apologized.

"I'm so sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for, but there's no need for such a dike. Anyway, let's report to the 'Academy' first. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man pulled out a brand-new sheepskin map from the lining of his robe.

Inside, dense black lines depict the whole picture of the town.

"Nine Dogs Luo seems to say that he will be waiting for us at the gate of the academy, right?"

"yes, it seems like there's some big guy in town that you have to see, so let's hang around the neighborhood first."

“…… That being said, I really didn't know what to do when I first arrived. ”

"I can only go to the academy to wait for Lord Nine Dogs, right?"

"That guy is always so disconnected and adds a lot of trouble, including making me a mentor."

The man grumbled with a slight displeasure.

"Do you need a little one to show you the way?"

"Did you explore the path here?"

"Yes, let the 'subordinates' occupy key positions in the neighborhood and report back in advance."

"In that case, let's go."

"Yes."

The man folded the map into small pieces of paper, tucked it back into his robe, and walked with the deacon to the center of town.

——January 25, 1928——

In a street somewhere in town, there was a cacophony of fighting.

Hordes of black-clad Assassins are sneaking up on passing caravans.

The number of Assassins was close to a hundred, but the caravan's escort group consisted of only ten.

The security here is even worse than expected, because this sneak attack happened on the street.

However, the doors and windows on both sides were closed, and although the screams had spread through the streets and alleys, not half of the people reported it.

There is not even an army to regulate security.

The marble-clad streets were full of pools of bright red blood, the crevices were filled with blood and even overflowing, and the cold pavements were full of eternal dead who lay dead - all caravan guards as far as the eye could see.

You don't have to look at it at all.

In the face of this disadvantage of being outnumbered, only a miserable defeat awaits us.

"Ah——————!h

As the sound of weapons clashing echoed, the last screams rang out, and at the same time, the last of the dead.

All that remained was a carriage laden with gold and a father and daughter sitting at the back of the carriage.

Father and daughter were already surrounded by a dark horde of assassins.

The gray-haired father hugged his trembling daughter tightly, his fierce eyes in a funny contrast with the withered flesh.

Knowing that even if he tried his best, he would become a ghost under the knife, but he still stubbornly glared at the assassin.

Can't do anything.

The groom was also killed in the raid, and the horses were brutally amputated, leaving them with only the strength to wail.

Can't escape.

Several large men walked towards the daughter in the father's arms, as if trying to rob the young daughter.

"I can have as much gold as you want! Don't rob my daughter! ”

The old father, who saw through the other party's intentions, finally let go of his impolite glare, and begged for mercy with all his dignity.

However, the other party didn't appreciate it, and his feet with bad intentions were still approaching his trembling daughter.

"Now that the gold is in hand, don't you think this deal is meaningless?"

"That's that...... I give you all the property in my chamber of commerce! ”

"That kind of thing can be captured by robbery."

"So what exactly do you want?"

"Money is no longer worried, what is lacking is a woman who can sell her art."

The Assassin was talking about the daughter of the old father's arms.

The other party exposed his intentions quite openly, which made her daughter even more scared, and her body curled up even more.

I can only rely on the old father's body temperature to get some comfort.

But these are short-lived, after all.

The assassin was already standing one step away from the father and daughter, slowly raising the long knife in his hand.

"A final warning, let go of the daughter in your arms, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"I don't want it!"

This is the last dignity of the old father, and at the same time, it is also the last word.

"Then go die!"

In the cold night, the silver-white sword light quickly pierced the air.

The old father still clings to his daughter, even if he turns into a corpse, he will become his daughter's last wall.

But there was no expected pain?

The silence that hangs the appetite.

The old father slowly opened his eyes with fear, and the assassin in front of him had disappeared.

To be precise, lying on a pool of blood that is spreading.

The assassin died.

In a burst of panic, screams erupted, and the Assassin fell.

In the gradually falling figure, a gray figure quickly flowed.

The speed is so fast that you can't see the true face of the figure, and the figure that seems to be running, but because of the elegant steps, it creates the illusion of floating in the air, which is not at all the speed that the human eye can keep up with.

With no obvious magic ripples, it is possible to kill these assassins by martial arts alone.

But the aura emanating from this figure was an insulating one that could not be easily approached, as if the heaviness of the monarch was pressing everyone present.

The old father had not even seen the face of the suspected savior, and in the blink of an eye, only the last assassin was left alive.

As far as the eye can see, the corpses of the thieves seem to be torn apart by the sharp claws of monsters, and the bloody appearance of the skin and flesh is completely undignified, and the river of blood is not enough to describe the degree of its tragedy. I can't bear to look at it at all.

This terrifying image not only thrilled the father and daughter, but even the last assassin was scared.

The Assassin's legs were already limp, and he fell to the ground.

It was also time for the unseen figure to appear, and it was deliberate to keep the assassin alive.

Appeared handsomely in the eyes of everyone in an instant, standing calmly in front of the assassin.

At this point, the father and daughter finally knew why they couldn't see the figure's face clearly.

Because he was wearing a pure white mask, but the white face was also dyed red at this time.

With only two round holes that allow the eyes to see foreign objects, the design of this mask is quite plain and monotonous.

He was dressed in black, the opposite color of his mask, and was also stained with bright red blood.

Both hands were covered with pure white cloth gloves, and the crimson blood stains on the white gloves were even more conspicuous.