Lurking in the darkness, their hands covered in blood, when they unleash their hideous blades, it means that there is a living life, falling like autumn leaves.

This used to be the most common image of a killer in people's hearts, and it was also a terrifying existence that made dignitaries talk about it. However, since the average killer requires a certain amount of remuneration before they can be recruited, powerless civilians are rarely targeted. It is precisely because of this that the images of killers in the folk have become more and more vivid and vivid, and they have even been praised as heroic positive characters in the end.

On the contrary, in the minds of aristocratic dignitaries who have access to them, or who have the potential to become their targets, killers are heinous criminals and, of course, at certain times, important tools they use to eradicate dissent.

A tool that they use very easily and extremely reliable.

They are silent, cold-blooded, tight-lipped, and possess a variety of quite professional killing techniques, and as long as they receive a sufficient amount of honorarium, they can take anyone's life for you, quickly and easily.

In this way, in addition to the fact that the asking price is a bit expensive, there are really not too many shortcomings from them.

However, of course, not every big man will take the killer for granted. Once upon a time, a duke, known for his justice and mercy, urged his monarch to demand the abolition of this bloody and evil profession.

To this, the monarch did not answer directly, but smiled and asked rhetorically, "The killers are indeed full of blood, but Aiqing, can you find someone who abides by the spirit of the contract more than them?"

As long as you pay, they will kill for you. No matter how big the threat, and no matter how much torture there is. They don't give away the slightest bit about their employers. Once commissioned, the killers will do whatever it takes to complete it, never to the death.

It is precisely because of this resolute spirit of swearing to fulfill the contract that employers can trust them with confidence, so that the special profession of killer can continue for thousands of years without being cut off.

Of course. This spirit of contract, which can be called extreme, also has its external constraints. In the process of assassination, any killer who violates the contract will be endlessly pursued by the killer guild. Those sanctioners from the Killer Guild are some of the top masters in the past, enough to ensure that the killers who break the contract will be punished as they deserve.

Dargnan, of course, knows this, so from the beginning to the present, his determination to kill Allegri has never wavered in the slightest.

The reason why I haven't done it yet. Mainly because the other party still has a trace of use value, as well as some mistakes that he didn't expect earlier.

However, he had already made up his mind again, as long as he learned the meditation method, he would not hesitate to cut Allegri's throat, at most give him a few incense sticks, and leave him a whole corpse.

This time, he will definitely not break his word. Dargnon leaned against the wall of the carriage and swore in his heart.

******

As an industry-recognized all-around killer. Dargnan is well versed in many very useful subjects.

Acting studies, of course, is also one of them.

Moreover, it is also a subject that he himself likes very much.

In his opinion, those colleagues who took advantage of the darkness and sneaked into the target's mansion in a night suit can be said to be stupid. He Dalgnan. With a little camouflage, you can get close to the target openly, the effect is better than theirs, and the action is more relaxed.

In the process, of course. You also need unchanging concentration and superb acting skills.

He has all of these.

And now, it is with these two magic weapons that he stays in the carriage safely.

"Master Allegri, do you eat fruit?" he pushed the net basket beside him with a shy smile on his face that is characteristic of the rural-urban interface.

"Oh, you bought it?" Allegri picked up a half-red fruit, took a bite of it, and nodded his head in praise, "It's really good, sweet and sour, quite delicious." ”

"It's a local specialty, called honey fruit," Dargnan was now fully engaged in the performance, vividly showing the excitement and shyness of a young magic lover facing a great magician, he introduced a word of fruit, and then turned his head and beckoned, "Sir, do you want to eat fruit?"

"You can just call him Illo," Allegri casually pointed to the half-elf, and said with a smile as he ate the honey fruit, "You shouldn't come to the Duchy of Anlan very often, how do you know that this is a local specialty?"

"......Actually," replied Dargnan, scratching his head embarrassedly, "Actually, that's what I heard the stall owner say," he picked up a few honey fruits, took a few steps to the door of the carriage, and said earnestly, "Monsieur Illo, you can eat a few too." ”

The half-elf glanced back at him, but still reached out and took the honey fruits, and ate them. Although in his feelings, this so-called "Ados" only barely reached the high-level strength, he always felt a little unable to see through the other party. However, after all this time, he did not show any threat by being so close to Allegri, and the doubts in Illo's heart had gradually dissipated.

Now it seems that Allegri has a bit of a liking for this guy, and should even have thought of taking him as a student, otherwise he would not have wanted to teach him meditation methods. Moreover, this "Ados" behaved very politely from beginning to end, and he was also respectful to himself, and the self-esteem of the half-elf was greatly satisfied, so he smiled at him.

Cut, what to pretend, Dargnon glanced at the half-elf with a reserved smile, respectful on the surface, but inwardly he couldn't help but pout his lips contemptuously. Allegri is a great magician, and he can teach himself meditation. You are a small high-level ranger, I can deal with three or five with one hand, and now I am actually pretending to be a master in front of myself, I really don't know whether to live or die.

When I finish off Allegri, I will definitely arrest you and torture you, Dargnon nodded politely and sat down in front of Allegri again, secretly planning in his heart.

"By the way, Allegri," Illo patted his head, turned back to him, and asked, "Shall we find a hotel and rest?"

"The ......," Allegri asked after a moment of silence, "Athos, is there anything else you have here?"

"No, it's all up to you, Master," Dargnon shook his head repeatedly, "I had wanted to take a carriage here to the Herseus Valley, but now that I've met Master and Mr. Illo, there's nothing else to do." ”

"Well, well," Allegri nodded, and ordered, "then let's resupply, and by the way, buy some groceries for Ados, and then make our way through the city and back to the valley overnight." ”

"Didn't you say you were going to find a hotel to rest in the morning, why did you change your mind now?" That Ados should be just an ordinary mercenary warrior, so Illo didn't shy away from his words, he stared at Allegri and asked, "You, did you think of something bad and hurry back to deal with it?"

"No," Allegri shook his head, frowning slightly, "but I always feel like something bad is happening. ”

"When did you evolve the attributes of the Divine Staff?" the half-elves rode their horses, they had just replaced them with new horses in Kuzka City, enough to sustain the journey back to the Herseus Valley. Before returning to the mercenary group, it was useless to worry in vain, and in order to ease the atmosphere, Illo casually laughed, "You have developed a fake holy light, if you can still prophesy, you can really take the seat of Innedir's house." ”

"Is the fake holy light the pure white flame that healed my palm just now?" Dalgnon next to him was a little stunned, and interjected curiously. Now, he is pretending to be a young man who is full of yearning for magic, and his heart is excited because he has met a great magician, and it is only natural that he will be excited and active.

"Don't look at it as magic, but the essence inside is magic," Allegri explained for fear of dampening him from learning magic, "I went to Rankine two days ago, and by chance, I got some new revelations. ”

"Lanken?" Although he has not been very concerned about the situation on the mainland, Dargnan still knows the "Lanken Offensive and Defensive Battle", he glanced at the carriage, pretended to smile casually and asked, "Master, what are you doing in Lanken? Is it to observe the offensive and defensive battle?"

"Hah, almost," Allegri said casually, "but speaking of which, this battle is indeed exciting, from the clouds of the 'Council of Bones', to the plot of Silves and the Demon Legion, to the Holy White Tower's piercing of the sky, and the Holy Maiden's 'Feather of Light'...... It's amazing, it's dizzying......"

"It's really wonderful," Illo also took over and sighed, "Especially after the most rear, the Lord of Light possessed, slashed the Speaker of the White Bone with a sword, and then inspected the entire Ranken, purifying all evil, it is really brilliant and handsome......"

"Really, who is that possessed?" asked Dalgnan, "is it the Archbishop Inedil?"

"Of course not," Illo looked at Allegri with a malicious smile, "Actually, that person is ......."

At this moment, Allegri, who was sitting on the side with a gloomy face, suddenly snorted and interrupted the half-elf,

"Shut up!" (To be continued......)

PS: (double update, 3000 words)