"It's black, but it's not like metal, it's like a black glass carved handicraft, as if it would crack at the slightest knock,"

The younger brother recalled with palpitations, "It's hard to believe that it is so sharp, and that guy is really good enough to beat, in the end, he suddenly pulled out his knife like crazy, and the thumb-thick iron rod in the hand of the 'stinky cat' was instantly cut into two sections, God, I swear I have never seen such a weapon in my life." ”

"Hehe, so you were scared and let him go, didn't you?"

"Boss, excuse me, we really didn't have anything to stop that black knife, and the guy slashed and screamed things like 'Don't force me to kill you' and 'If you want to die, try it,' and ran away."

"Oh, I'm not angry, it's a weapon made of Tassa's magic iron, and the machete and iron bar in your hand are certainly no match."

Lynch, who is known for his cruelty and greed, was very magnanimous at this time, "Relax, it's not easy for you to test that guy's true level for me, do you think my boss is so impersonal?" Tell me that each of the brothers who will take part in the operation tonight will receive fifty silver coins, which my good boys deserve. ”

Next, Lynch had the available manpower to find Wren's whereabouts, and then quickly rushed over - the weather was fine tonight, just like Lynch's mood was clear, although the Shadow Slayer's stealth ability was close to being invalidated in the moonlight, but it didn't matter, that witcher was not a saint, and his combat effectiveness was very average, he was just a novice who couldn't even withstand the hooligans' siege.

It's such a waste, it's a weapon made of Tassa's magic iron, and it's a waste to be held in the hands of that kind of person.

It's ridiculous, Lynch thought to himself, every time the mentor mentioned the witcher in the temple, he always showed a look of uneasiness similar to that of a little girl, of course Rod Palmer was very powerful, yes, but who could be sure that the demon hunter team would not have a scrap or two in it? For example, the scrap wood named Wren, he thought he was very powerful, but he didn't know that what really had a deterrent power was just the magic weapon in his hand.

Long knives are not for me.

While pondering his thoughts, Lynch sneaked through the air window into the central church, a small city church that is not large, and there are no Holy Beings. In the middle of the night, there was only one person sitting in the church, and Lynch leaned over the beam, and could clearly see the black-haired witcher slumped on the pew, he seemed to be asleep, holding a half-full bottle in his arms, and the black knife standing at his feet.

The unlucky fellow was tormented by a doomed mission, but unfortunately there was not even a priest on duty in the middle of the night, otherwise he would not have hid here alone and drunk, at least he would have someone to complain about.

Lynch sneered in his heart, and his attention was refocused on the knife.

That's right, it's better to change to two short swords or daggers.

Lynch hooked the beam with one foot and hung down like a bat, even if his stealth ability could not be effective, he was still a top assassin with his unique skills.

It seems that he is going to take a risk to go to the Blue Coconut City, and the precious material of Tasa Demon Iron is not something that any craftsman in a small city is qualified to forge, at least to the main city of the southern city-state to find it.

Are you going to kill him?

Lynch was a little hesitant, no matter how wasteful, this guy was a decent demon hunter after all, if he killed him, I was afraid that the temple would not give up, and he really didn't want to go back to the wandering life in the past.

Well, lucky fellow, since you're asleep, I don't have to take your life. Thinking of this, Lynch took out the saw rope (a slender alloy chain that can easily cut off a person's neck), flicked it to the handle of the knife accurately, and then with a flick of his wrist, the black knife instantly came out of the sheath and flew into his hand.

It's so heavy, and with the size of this knife, even if the whole body is made of burning steel, it will never be so heavy. Through the moonlight through the window, you can see the obsidian-like blade glowing calmly in the moonlight, and you can feel a sense of peace for no reason.

Yes, it's definitely a Tasa Magic Iron weapon!

Lynch's heart was almost blown away by ecstasy, so much so that he looked away as if he hadn't seen Wren's eyes for the first time, and it was only a second before the two eyes stared together again.

"Don't you want the scabbard? Made of Moko hides, although not worth much, they are quite sturdy. ”

Wren looked up and said with a smile, his eyes clear and firm, not half drunk, and he didn't see any cowardice.

Ahh!!h

When I go back, I must kill all the fools I dealt with this witcher tonight to get rid of my hatred!

This thought just rose, and the cold hair that exploded all over his body had not yet fallen, Lynch had already turned over and walked out of the window in an instant, and his figure showed a translucent gelatinous texture in the moonlight, which meant that he had activated his stealth ability, and he only needed to go to a place where the moonlight could not shine, and it would be safe.

Luckily, the guy really wasn't a Holy Being, Lynch was the one who survived licking the blood from the knife, and he believed in his feelings.

Jumping over the rooftops of several rooms, Lynch finally saw a manhole cover. He rolled over and landed, grabbed the manhole cover and threw it aside, slipped into the sewer like a loach, and then ran away in one breath before he slowly stopped, gasping for breath with a black knife - the stench of the sewer had never been so sweet, and the panic slowly dissipated, replaced by self-satisfaction and contentment.

"Hey, don't throw the manhole cover, what should I do if I hit someone? Even if you can't hit people, it's not good to hit flowers and plants. ”

In an instant, the voice behind him sent Lynch back from heaven to hell again, and he turned his head suddenly, and Wren was standing behind him with a smile.

The witcher's fingertips burned with a cluster of blue flames, illuminating the space within a radius of a few steps.

"How did you find me?! No way, it's not scientific, there isn't any moonshine in the sewers, how can you find me? With the flame in your hand? Or are I the footprints I left in the mud?! ”

Lynch felt like he was going crazy, and he broke down and yelled at Wren, "Impossible! The magic flame is also an artificial light source, and I should be completely invisible in your eyes! As for footprints - oh, I'm a Shadow Slayer, I've been trained to stealth and lightweight, and I won't leave a trace even if I run over the softest snow! So, how the hell did you find me?! ”

"Interesting, since you mentioned science, why don't you look down at your pants?"

After Wren's friendly reminder, Lynch hurriedly looked down, and he was shocked to find that his ankles, calves, and crooks were clinging to blue flames, bit by bit, like someone who accidentally spilled burning kerosene on it.

When the Shadow Slayer's abilities are activated, their eyes are not obscured by darkness or burned by bright light, and everything as far as the eye can see is a pale grayish-white, which should have given them a great advantage in their assassination operations, but now it has become a fatal weakness. The fire on his pants was gentle and devoid of any temperature, and Lynch would never have found himself burning with such a thing if he hadn't been reminded by Wren.

In the sewers, it simply shines brighter than a lighthouse.

"W-What is this?"

Lynch asked, choking up.

"Morris Cold Fire, its inventor is a genius alchemist named Morris, who can burn for seven or eight minutes with just a little bit between his fingernails."

As he said this, Wren was in a trance, as if he had seen the barn again through the blue firelight, and his father was standing beside the flesh giant Frank, waiting for his son to unload the human limb he was carrying on his shoulder, which was necessary to repair Frank.

"Under normal conditions, Maurice Cold Fire exists in powder form, but if the temperature is a little higher, voila, it looks like this-"

Coming back to his senses, Wren stretched out his other hand and snapped his fingers, and the moment the two fingers rubbed, the blue flame rose in response, "That's right, the temperature generated by finger friction can ignite it, and I already coated the back of that knife with this powder, and there is always something that can stick to you." Unless you don't have blood circulation like the Necromancy, move a little harder, and the rising body temperature will be enough to make this cold fire burn. Oh, I don't want to rehash it, but seriously, you should have stolen it with your scabbard. ”

"Cunning brute, are you a witcher?! Damn, how could the temple hire such a despicable person as you, if you were to be a killer, then there would definitely be a big deal! ”

Lynch held the black knife in his right hand, and took out his dagger from his arms with his left hand, stabbing at Wren like electricity, "Don't underestimate the strength of the Shadow Slayer, if you think that we will only stealth and quietly cut the throat of the target, then you are very wrong!" ”

Wren smiled, first flashed the dagger sideways, then dodged the blade of the black knife on his back - just then, Lynch's right hand suddenly let go, and the black knife was thrown out of Wren's head with a whirl, and a moment later, there was a muffled sound of muddy water splashing in the distance.

"Oh? Baal bothered to steal it, but threw it away at this time? It's a Tassar Iron weapon, and I thought you knew what it was worth! ”

Wren was a little displeased, he was very distressed that his baby was thrown into the stinky mud of the sewer, "Okay, I see, is it too heavy for the Shadow Slayer?" With it, you can't fully exert your strength, right? ”

"Ha, haha, whatever you want!"

Lynch laughed dryly, seeing Wren staring at him expressionlessly, he couldn't help but ask dryly, "That, aren't you going to pick it up?" Are you going to fight me empty-handed? ”

"What's wrong?"

"Don't, stop kidding! No matter how powerful you are, you are not a Holy Powered after all, and you can't defeat me without weapons! Go pick it up, go-"

"I—no—yes!"

Wren's forehead was bruised, and his fist slashed through the tip of Lynch's nose, and with a bang, it sinked into the brick wall of the sewer behind him, "Saint, Able, One!" ”

"Again, what, what, what!"

Every time Wren pops out a word, his fist is faster, and Lynch, as a shadow killer, is naturally agile, but no matter how tough he is, he also understands in his heart that 'quietly cutting the throat of the target after stealth' is indeed the most suitable combat method for the Shadow Killer, and frontal combat, especially long-term combat, is something that only killers with crazy brains and killers who are bent on death will consider.

I—I just kindly reminded him to pick up the weapon (by the way, he took advantage of this time to roll in the mud to extinguish the cold fire on his body), Lynch wanted to cry without tears, he really couldn't figure out how he suddenly provoked this perverted and powerful guy?

"N-stop fighting!"

Lynch gritted his teeth and finally made the wisest decision of the night, "I surrender!" All right? I surrender! ”

"Whew, count you as acquaintances."

Wren, who had calmed down, waved at Lynch, "Now, stand still, I don't want to hurt your life until you are judged." ”

Don't want to hurt me? Scoundrel! You tried to kill me just now!

If I hadn't been nimble enough, I'd be dead by now!

Lynch almost fainted, and then he found that as Wren's gesture changed, pieces of mud slammed from the ground to the surface of his body, and in a short time, he was wrapped in a suit of armor as hard as steel (this is a reverse use of Wren's understanding of the spell 'Steel Armor' that he developed more deeply).

'When'!

The weight of the armor crushed Lynch's slender body, and he was now motionless against the wall, watching Wren walk over to retrieve his weapon, then turn back and carry himself on his shoulder.

The shadow killer who has been at large for half his life has been caught in this way, and normally he can't have any other fate except the death penalty, but obviously the good days of being the boss have worn down Lynch's will - in the face of the judge sent by the black court, the cold-blooded killer Lynch showed loyal dog-like cooperation, and through his confession, several unsolved cases for many years unexpectedly had answers, and because of this, Lynch was finally sentenced to seventy years in prison.

Of course, for Lynch, who is already forty years old this year, only God knows whether he will survive until the day he is released from prison.

"Rhodes ......"

"Rod?!"

Mysella's voice pulled Rod's gaze back from the window, "I said, don't you feel embarrassed that Wren kid is trying to get the mission goal by pretending to be crazy and stupid?" ”

"Embarrassed? If you ask me,"

Rod coughed and shook his head slightly, "No, as long as the mission is done." ”

"Hmph, I guess you'd say that."

Mycella's face was full of displeasure, "'It's good if the mission is done' - yes, if he's a ranger, a bounty hunter, or a mercenary, then naturally 'the mission is done', but he's a witcher, and he's the battle elite of the temple!" His actions also represent the face of the temple to a certain extent, and I think he should defeat the enemy with dignity, rather than engage in those scheming methods to lose face. ”

"Oh, Miccera, please dispel your breath, you haven't been exposed to the Shadow Slayer profession, but I have, and many of my subordinates have been."

Rhodes said helplessly: "Their stealth ability is an instinct engraved in their bones when they were children, there is no light other than daylight, moonlight, and holy light to make them visible, and even if it is a witcher of the Holy Ability, when facing a Shadow Slayer who is bent on escaping, he has no better way than to continue to track." If I'm not mistaken, it took our teleportation circle guard, the gracious Shuk, three years to capture a Shadow Killer when he was younger. ”

"So, you ask me, am I embarrassed by Wren's plan to show weakness and sell miserably? Well, I don't think so. ”

Mycella wanted to say something, but Rhodes suddenly sped up, "Wren has used everything he has at his disposal as much as possible, and he has even taken advantage of the surveillance of Lynch's men in turn, and made Lynch himself ignore the danger and show up on his own initiative by acting in a fake way. Of course, he was betting that greedy Lynch would take an interest in that valuable weapon, and that the move might or may not succeed, and I'm glad he won. ”

"Alright, alright, you've said enough, Rod."

Misetla was distraught and said, "Go, take your precious men's report, and give him praise in my place—or a hug, if you will." ”

"I'm not going to give him any praise beyond what he's showing, Mistress Mycella."

Rhodes stood up and walked to the door, turned around again, and said calmly: "But if I were you, I wouldn't have transferred Wren's own mission report for special review when I knew that the mission was completed." ”