"What?" the master suddenly felt cold all over him, as if he had jumped naked into a bay of ice floes outside the window. He could hardly imagine that this sentence could have been uttered by Richard, a twelve-year-old child, a child who was a little silent, but hard-working, diligent, and motivated, suddenly going to learn to kill?

Suddenly, every painting Richard had ever painted appeared in the master's mind. Thinking of those lines that concealed infinite power, the master suddenly realized that he was wrong, and that he had always treated Richard as an ordinary little boy. In the education system of the great aristocracy of mankind, some children are already mature at the age of twelve, and fifteen years old is the accepted standard of adulthood. Outside of human-active areas, children of certain orc tribes are considered adults at the age of six or seven.

Thinking of this, the master sat up straight and asked seriously, "I do know one of the people you are looking for, and he is a real expert in killing." But first I need to know, why do you want to learn to kill. ”

"Since the Builder is the creator of war, only by learning to kill can he create a better Builder Knight. Richard said calmly.

Richard's answer once again made the master feel helpless, and after a few deep breaths, he barely managed to calm down his depressed mood, and said slowly: "A good reason, it sounds like it's true. But it doesn't matter, as long as there is a plausible reason. The man's name was Naya, but many years ago almost everyone called him 'Calamity'. You should be able to get what you want from him. ”

Richard nodded, saluted the master again, and handed over a piece of paper.

The master thought it was another assignment, but he didn't expect it to be a payment voucher signed by Richard, which confirmed the number of lessons the master had given him this month. Of course, most of these lessons are not stored at all. But with this slip, the master could redeem the gold coins to Deep Blue, and the amount of extra gold coins out of thin air reached 10,000, which was an amount that he could not ignore. This process is also very safe, because the remuneration for individual teaching is ultimately paid by the students, and Deep Blue will settle this amount to Richard, since there is no damage to Deep Blue's finances, it will naturally not be traced.

Seeing this payment voucher, the master's heart was in turmoil again, is this a bribe?

"Richard!" the master stopped little Richard who was about to leave, scratched his messy hair and asked, "Why did you ask me for help?"

"Because it feels like it's supposed to be the easiest. ”

"And what if I won't help you, who will you go to?" the master was a little reluctant.

"Black gold. ”

The master suddenly realized that in Richard Jr.'s mind, those who engage in art and those who play with gold coins are equally unreliable, so they chose this place for the breakthrough. But he wanted to know another answer, so he exclaimed, "Hey, little Richard, who are you going to go to?"

Richard said without thinking, "Those few great mages who only want to teach their students!"

In the middle of the night, Richard left the main tower of the Deep Blue and came to the outbuildings commonly known as the Fringe District.

The main tower is inhabited by a large number of mages, and each mage needs at least twenty or thirty people to serve them directly or indirectly. Most of these people lived in the fringe areas, because the rent and land price of the main dark blue tower was simply not something that any magician below level ten could afford, not even a small house with only one bed.

The edge area is also divided into several areas of different levels according to the distance from the main tower, and the ring area closest to the dark blue is inhabited by a large number of mages, most of whom are less than level ten. They can't afford to live in the navy, but they can barely make a home next to the navy.

Wrapped in a dark cloak, Richard traversed several areas in a row, reaching the outermost part of the periphery. Along the way, he felt all kinds of stares, from arrogant eighth-level mages, to the malicious stare of dark little people, and more people were curious. Most of the people who wander around the same area all day know each other, or at least know each other, and strangers are naturally noticed. And the badge of a third-level magician in the corner of Richard's cloak saved him a lot of trouble.

At the end of a dark and uninhabited alley, Richard stood in front of a dilapidated tavern. The wooden signboard of the tavern has a big crack, and it can be vaguely seen that it is branded with a ** female portrait, and the painting is vulgar and clumsy. A few dim lights peeked through the cracks in the tavern door, and it was quiet, there was no noise, no bands, only a pungent smell of alcohol.

It's winter, and the cold is everywhere, and only the main dark blue tower is kept warm by magic, and this warmth radiates to the inner ring of the fringe zone. This is one of the reasons for the high land prices and rents in the inner ring, and it is also the source of the heavy burden and arrogance of the residents of the inner ring. In the alley at the end of the fringe area, the temperature is already very cold, and even with self-heating on the self-heating facilities, a tavern of this size is only a little warmer than the outside, and if it were to reach the temperature of the room, the tavern's monthly turnover would not be enough to cover the cost of energy consumption for a day.

That little warmth, the difference in Richard's senses is quite big, but for most ordinary people, there is not much difference between minus 30 degrees and 50 degrees.

In this hellish weather, and in such a remote location, there are certainly not many guests in the tavern.

Richard reached out and pushed open the door to the tavern and walked inside.

The tavern is small in size, with only three tables. Behind the bar stood a man of medium stature and a plain face, with half-gray sideburns that looked a little old.

At the corner table, two burly men in tattered clothes were sitting lazily against the wall, sipping a sip of wine. The smell is strong, but the taste is very strong, and the price must be quite cheap. And what they drank was a small plate of thin slices of air-dried meat, I don't know what kind of meat it was, but it was so dry that it was completely dehydrated, which made people have little appetite when they saw it. But the two men carefully picked up a piece of meat, put it in their mouths, chewed it vigorously, and remembered it before pouring a few large mouthfuls of bad wine into their stomachs. With such a small plate of appetizers, it looks like you can't finish it all night.

Richard looked around and had a full view of the tavern. The man behind the bar glanced at Richard as he washed his glass, and said, "Little one, didn't Mom tell you that you can't drink until you're an adult?" Of course, if you're rich, I wouldn't mind pouring you two glasses." ”

Richard lifted the hood of his cloak and said, "I'm not here to drink, I'm looking for someone." ”

"Who are you looking for?" the man behind the bar seemed to be a little interested.

"Calamity. As soon as the words came out, Richard suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was frozen stiff in an instant, and he couldn't move a single finger! And there were all kinds of sharp stinging intent in the cold air, as if there were thousands of needles piercing his skin. This was the first time Richard knew what it was like to kill.

As if time had stood still, the two men at the table stopped what they were doing. One was pouring wine into his mouth with a wine glass, while the other was carefully holding a thin, almost transparent piece of wind meat in the air. However, they obviously can't even move a finger like Richard, although their movements are still, their eyes fall on little Richard, and there is no superfluous expression on their faces.

The man behind the bar stopped wiping his glasses and looked up at the flickering candles on the wall, apparently caught up in some kind of memory. After a few moments, he came back to his senses, looked at Richard, and said, "Calamity Blade was my old nickname, it's been a long time, and now my name is Naya." If you can know about Calamityblade, you're a friend, though I'm curious to see what a kid who hasn't grown up here wants to do. ”

"I want to learn to kill. Richard's words were always succinct.

"Why?"

"Because I feel like maybe I'll need it soon. Richard said.

Naya nodded, and didn't ask the reason again, but said, "This is dark blue, even if it's just the outermost blue, it's dark blue." So ......"

"I prepared for the tuition. Richard said.

Naya grinned and smiled, "My course is very expensive, at least five hundred gold coins per day. ”

The ice-like killing intent disappeared with this smile.

Richard pulled out a delicate enchanted leather money bag, opened it, dumped a pile of shiny gold coins on the bar, and said, "I have prepared a thousand, so, teach me everything you know!"

Naya casually glanced at the piles of gold coins, smiled playfully, and said, "A child who is not yet an adult, with so much money, and runs to a killer's den, aren't you afraid that I will swallow you directly?" I know that most of the guy who likes to draw women introduced you to you, but that guy is a soft bone, and I can't believe it at all. So, little one, now you come and give me a reason why I shouldn't just kill you. ”

"Because I only brought today's gold coins. ”

Naya smiled even more happily, and said, "Clever boy, but it would be better to give me some other reason, sometimes I do things for money, sometimes I don't." So to be on the safe side, it's best not to guess if I'm just asking for money right now. ”

Richard hesitated, then said, "My name is Richard, Richard Akmund." My teacher was His Royal Highness Helen Sue and my father was Gordon Ackmond. ”

The smile on Naya's face suddenly froze, and he spat on the ground and yelled at the two men at the table, "What do you say, old man!"

The man on the left put down his glass and said, "Those two are crazy! If you do something to little Richard, even if you run away to hell, that Gordon guy will get you out, and then Your Highness will make you regret why you are still alive for the next thousand years." ”

The man on the right put the wind back on the plate, looked at little Richard, and said, "Don't you think this little guy is very interesting? Teaching such a little guy must be very fulfilling, not to mention that there is money to be made! If you don't think it's too much money, just leave it to me, anyway, the disaster blade was more than ten years ago, and now God knows if you can play with the knife quickly." And I'm just short of money right now!"

"Redbeard, don't you think!" Naya roared, sweeping all the gold coins on the bar into his pocket, afraid that his movements would change again if he slowed down. After receiving the money, he looked at Richard with a slightly different gaze, and after a pause, he said, "What I want to teach you is not just the art of killing people, but destroying the life of Miè, so start now." ”

Early in the morning, Richard returned to his quarters. On his way to the bedroom, he saw the scarred steel doll again, its unscathed round head standing out. Looking at the puppet full of pain, Richard suddenly sighed and said to himself, "In the future...... You are never needed anymore. ”

Richard brushed the doll past him, his left hand making a vague trajectory, brushing the doll's neck, and then walking towards the bedroom.

With a bang, the puppet's head silently detached from its body, fell to the ground, and popped far away. The incision in the neck is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

ps: According to the convention, the weekend is to add a change, how much is extra...