'Bang'!

In the office, Myrcera slammed her report on the table, while Rhodes sat across from her, looking at her helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

After a pause, she said, "Of course, that kid's first mission was great and successful, but it wasn't 'perfect' anyway, you have to admit it, Rod-"

"Oh, I don't know that the temple's first mission for new witchers now has added a 'perfect' in addition to the three metrics of 'completion' and 'failure' and 'acceptable failure'."

Rod said softly.

"Don't be joking!"

Mycera glared at him, "You've read the report too, the mission is done, but what about the process?" What about the means he used? It's so embarrassing, really, don't you feel embarrassed in the slightest?! ”

"Embarrassed? If you ask me......"

Rhodes turned his eyes out the window and smiled at the blue sky and white clouds.

Speaking of which, the days after officially becoming a witcher are not much different from when they were in an underground training camp. When there were no tasks, daily training still took up most of Wren's time, but now he had a salary to pay—the temple bought out his life after the age of twenty-one for a total of three gold coins a month.

Holiday? Oh, the witcher's holiday is like the glorious legend of Dinos, which may exist, but no one has really seen it. The veterans' biggest pastime in their spare time is to test their swords, which becomes even more interesting when the seven newcomers join, as the newcomers treat the veterans as opponents and the veterans see the newcomers as punching bags.

Since Wren is the only non-Holy Witcher to date, he has received the most attention and the most beatings. Of course, it is undeniable that this kind of beating is very helpful to improve his strength, but Wren always suspected that someone was behind it, because every time he was beaten to the point that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Valolet would always appear not far away with a mocking face.

Half a month later, Wren finally received his first mission: to eradicate a group of 'dark forces' entrenched in a small city in the southern city-state.

Rather than 'dark forces', it's more appropriate to say 'dark forces' - the members are mainly blackmailers, ruffians, and thieves, and the leader is named Lynch, who was originally a shadow killer. Unlike ordinary assassins, a true Shadow Slayer is not only proficient in all kinds of assassination methods, but they must also insist on drinking special magic potions as children, in the process, most children will be tortured to death by magic, and those who are lucky enough to resist will gain a wonderful stealth ability, after the ability is activated, they cannot be seen by the naked eye in any artificial light source, so if any unlucky person is unfortunate enough to be targeted by the Shadow Slayer, then he better pray that the moon will fall every night.

As a young man, the greedy Lynch followed his even more greedy mentor on his journey, seeing many of the world, killing many people, and of course, nearly being killed several times. Finally one day Lynch figured it out, or rather enlightened, 'Why should I give you six percent of the income from each assassination?' That's the gold I bought with my life, and you're just a guy who bought me from human traffickers when I was two years old, and you've poured me more potion than you fed me porridge, and the so-called mentor is now just an old leech lying on my body and sucking blood. ’

So, after a commission ended, Lynch did not hold the commission in front of the mentor as usual, he did not even end his invisibility, but directly stabbed the unsuspecting mentor in the heart from behind ('Believe it or not, it was the coolest stab of my life', Lynch said during interrogation).

After the death of the mentor, Lynch was also tired of the roaming killer life, he hated the cold, so he came to settle in the south, with his strong skills and terrifying stealth ability, he soon became the underground overlord of this small southern city, and became the well-deserved boss of the city fox society.

Now Lynch no longer has to take risks alone in order to make money, the younger brothers will consciously stuff 10% of the crime proceeds into his pocket, of course, there are some people who are not conscious at first, when they are cut off by Lynch's hands and feet and thrown into the sewer to feed the rats, no one else dares to have any objections.

The boss is strong enough, and his subordinates are naturally full of energy, and with it, the crime rate in the small town skyrockets. The mayor and the sheriff don't expect to do too much, they just want to live well during their term of office, and the people can get by, but with that new guy here, this small wish has become a luxury. In order to solve this problem, the town hall first recruited a ranger, and then hired a battle mage, in the eyes of the mayor, even if he can't kill Lynch, then it is acceptable to take him away, let that guy go to someone else's territory to make a fortune.

It's a pity that Lynch is living comfortably here, and his already greedy personality is now being supported by his subordinates to be even more greedy, and he will not easily give up his current position. By design, Lynch introduced the Ranger into the city sewers, where all daylight and moonlight were cut off, even though the Ranger's torch was empty as far as the eye could see. After slaughtering him, Lynch repeated his old trick and succeeded in causing the mage to die in the sewers as well—in order to avoid being attacked, the mage went crazy and released the Frost Ring (a small-area frost magic) without stopping, while Lynch stood in the distance and stared at him happily, easily slitting his throat after his mental power was exhausted.

Lynch, who had killed the two, didn't take long to be complacent, and one day, a city hall official he had bribed off suddenly came with the news that the Temple of Light had sent demon hunters to the area. Lynch was worried, as the Witchers were all Saints, and Saints were born to be their nemesis - unlike man-made oil lamps, candles, or magical lights, which were the light of the gods, and the Shadow Slayer could not remain invisible in the Light.

Generally speaking, Shadow Slayers deliberately avoid targets related to the Ables when they accept commissions, and their magical abilities are not only convenient for assassination and can be used to abscond but also reliably, so there is no need to clash head-on with the Ables unless absolutely necessary. But this time Lynch did not run away immediately, because a boss who escaped is the most despised, and the prestige established by force will collapse in an instant, even if he can come back with a shy face in the future, he will no longer be able to convince the public.

So Lynch decided to observe first, his eyeliner was all over the city, and it was not too late to run away when he was sure that the person who came was someone he couldn't afford to mess with. In this case, as soon as the black-haired, black-eyed, black-eyed guy with black knives entered the city, his whereabouts were all exposed to Lynch's eyes.

On the first day that guy arrived, he couldn't wait to check Lynch's dens one by one, and Lynch, who had been informed in advance, had already hidden in the sewers - relying on the relay reports from his younger brothers, he learned that the demon hunter had gone to a tavern in disappointment after several days of secret visits and found nothing.

"What a fucking bummer-hiccup-"

In the mouths of many of the younger brothers, the man was not a good drinker, and the appearance of drinking high was very arrogant and ridiculous, and he complained: "Damn Lynch, filthy coward, come out if you have a kind of—burp—and have a fight!" What a skill is it to hide! Haha, hahaha, it's no wonder, since my Uncle Wren has personally taken action, of course a coward like him should hide! No, or I'll cut him to pieces! ”

"It's not that I'm too talkative, brother, Lynch is our number one dangerous man here! It's not an exaggeration to say that he is the Lord of the Night, so it's better to be careful when you talk on occasions like this. ”

A younger brother pretended to be warm-hearted and approached the guy who called himself 'Wren', "Listen to my advice, and leave quickly after drinking this wine, it will be good for you." ”

"Something like this—a hiccup—an occasion like this?"

"Look at the way you're drunk, I'm afraid you don't pay attention to your surroundings at all, right? There is no one in a remote tavern like this, especially at night, if Lynch's men hear you insult their boss like this, I'm afraid you'll die before Lynch makes a move! ”

"Really? Hahaha, I wish he had taken my life! ”

Wren hammered the bar with all his might, and shouted drunkenly, "Come on, Lynch, come and have a good time with Uncle Wren!" I'd like to see how good you are, the so-called-hiccup-bullshit Nightfall King! ”

"Poor man, what have you done to find death like this?"

The younger brother said worriedly: "Listening to the tone of your voice, I must have some skills, do you want to catch Lynch to receive the reward?" I understand you, brother, but there have been two guys who have waded through this muddy water before you, a ranger and a mage, both of whom are powerful guys with real skills, but I don't need to say more about the result, right? ”

"Ranger, mage? Oh dude, don't make me laugh! How can those half-fellows compare to me, I-Uncle Wren, I'm the latest Demon Hunter recruited by the Temple! ”

"Witcher?"

The younger brother asked quietly, "Then you must also be a powerful Holy Being, right?" ”

"No, I'm not a Holy One, but you know what, I have my reliance-"

Wren drew his black knife and displayed it in the eyes of everyone in the tavern, "See, it's made of Tassa's magic iron!" That's right, it's pretty sharp - and honestly, I haven't met a scoundrel who isn't afraid of my sword! ”

"But—"

Speaking of this, Wren silently returned the black knife to the sheath, and after a while, suddenly sobbed with red eyes: "But someone must have leaked the news, and that Lynch guy must have run away a long time ago, what the hell - hiccup - what about my mission?" If I can't get Lynch's head, how can I go back to the errand? I—I'm going to be punished! ”

"What a bullshit witcher, he's just a weak drunkard,"

In the corner of the tavern, several unkind-faced men sat around, and one of them laughed loudly at his companions: "You can actually recruit this kind of waste, it seems that the vision of those guys in the Temple of Light is not very good!" ”

"What did you say!"

Wren suddenly got up and walked over to the group angrily, he almost tripped over a chair in the process due to the effect of alcohol, "You, you insult me, and not only that, you insult the temple!" My lord is above, you must be Lynch's subordinate, believe it or not I will take you to jail! ”

"'Respectful' Lord Witcher, please sober up before you speak, how can you indiscriminately accuse a good citizen like me of having something to do with Lynch?"

The man squinted and sneered, "Or, do you have any evidence that I have done anything unreasonable?" Didn't you? Obviously, my sin was only a few unpleasant things you said while you were bragging, and if you were going to take me away for that, then please, my lord, put me in jail—just so that the common people could see what happened to the great men of the Temple! ”

"Hell, you, you're right, I really can't just take you away."

Wren was stunned for a long time before he hung his head and said, "Okay, I think I'd better go back and drink again, maybe when I wake up tomorrow I'll find that it's all just a dream, a mission failure nightmare - hiccup - or just write a resignation letter while drunk, it's a good idea, I should have done it a long time ago......"

"Huh, that's the tail clipping?"

The group laughed again, and one of the bald heads stretched out his neck and spat at Wren's feet, "Dude, give you a gift, add it to the wine and drink it, it can help you have a good dream!" ”

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will open his mouth and bite people when he is humiliated like this one after another.

Wren finally couldn't bear to make a move, he punched the bald head, and this naturally instantly provoked the other party's more violent counterattack, and for a while there was a lot of scolding in the tavern, and the tables and chairs flew wildly, but the bartender had no intention of stopping it, because everything that happened in front of him was actually arranged by the boss.

The real owner of this tavern is none other than Lynch, who is lurking in the sewers at the moment.

“…… That's how it happened, Boss, I have to say that the guy with the black knife really has two brushes,"

The little brother who had advised Wren to leave early stood in front of Lynch at this time, and said respectfully: "He was annoyed as if he was going to eat people, and the 'bald' Pete was not his opponent at all, even with the addition of 'Gray Tongue', 'Boots', and 'Stinky Cat', he barely had a tie with that guy, but when more of our brothers pounced, that guy had no power to fight back, and he could only curl up on the ground like a dog and be beaten." ”

"But you let him run away in the end."

Lynch said with a frown.

"I'm sorry, Boss, but we were careless."

The younger brother said in a cold sweat: "We should have snatched his weapon first, but he hugged it too tightly, and besides, we all thought it was just a broken knife at the time, who would have thought that it was really a knife-"

"—It's really a sword made of Tassa's magic iron, isn't it?"

As he said this, Lynch's eyes flashed with longing, "Tell me again, what that knife looks like." ”