Green River Valley, Anfen.

Compared to other capitals, it is smaller and quieter on weekdays.

However, when the lights are on, the streets and alleys of Anfen are still bustling and lively, with an endless stream of people coming and going, and a strong atmosphere of life permeating all corners of the city.

Dargnan, who walked through it, struggled to advance through the crowd of pushes and shoves. He was used to being alone on weekdays, and such a noisy atmosphere that was just right for ordinary people made him a little unbearable, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The tensions at the top of the duchy did not seem to affect the daily lives of the people at the bottom, but Dalgnan wished that they could stay at home honestly.

It's a street in a downtown, full of low-slung handicraft workshops and bustling taverns. Dargnon shook his head, avoiding a drunken man vomiting on the side of the road, carefully scanning his surroundings in search of the familiar mark.

The people in the organization are like this, they always like to hide in some dark corners, Dalgnan secretly complained, and finally found the twisted wolf poison flower pattern.

Tie his horse to the log in front of the door, he squeezed out a passage and pushed open the creaking wooden door. Behind him, several men with twinkling eyes stood up and leaned over to the poor steed, either intentionally or unconsciously. If nothing happens, by the time Dargnan returns, it should have vanished into thin air.

It's a bustling tavern, and it's more noisy than the streets, but it's also the most frequent location for the organization.

Avoiding the scattered legs of the drinkers, he walked past the oily old tables and stools towards the bar opposite.

"I'm sorry. Sir," beckoned the clever fellow from afar, behind the bar, "there are no more tables and chairs to spare. "Dalgnan's clothes are not luxurious, but they are unique in style and good in fabric, and they are obviously not ordinary people. So the guy's tone was also very polite. Otherwise, if the person who comes is a poor man with a shy pocket, he will not even be in the mood to take care of the other party.

"I'm not here for a drink," Dargnon leaned back on the bar, glancing around and no one was looking, before lowering his voice, "Go tell your boss that his cousin Dar is here." ”

"Cousin?" the guy was slightly stunned, and suddenly seemed to understand something. Busy nodded, leaving a sentence, "Sir, wait a minute." Then he turned and walked back.

It didn't take long for the fellow to hurry back and greet respectfully, "Sir, the boss asked me to invite you over." ”

Dargnan nodded silently, his left hand subconsciously tucked into his sleeve. Fang followed the guy to an ordinary side door.

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If you look at it from the outside, it's just a small storage room.

But after bypassing the messy oak barrels and chunks of bacon. You will find that there is a hole in it.

The man bowed down and exited the room, closing the door of the chamber and the wooden door of the storage room.

"My dear cousin Dahl, do you actually have time to come here to see me?" In the room was a middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary face, dressed in the costume of an ordinary adventurer, and when he saw Dalgnan, he immediately opened his arms exaggeratedly and made a hugging gesture.

Dargnon waved his hand coldly. Sitting on the wooden chair, he snorted casually, "Uncle Cousin, since you are the owner of the tavern, why are you still dressed as an adventurer." Aren't you worried about revealing your stuffing?"

"I tell those who get drunk every day that I am reminiscing about my travelling life," said the middle-aged man, checking the doors and windows, and drawing down the curtains, before sitting down opposite Dargnan, "besides, I don't stay in the tavern all the time, and this dress is more appropriate when I am out and about." ”

"Oh, is there such a shortage of manpower in the organization?" Dargnan asked curiously, he knew that these liaison officers stationed in various places were all served by experienced killers after retirement, "A liaison like you is also going to start carrying out the commission?"

"Not really," the middle-aged man shook his head with a smile and pointed at Dargnan, "I've been gathering information and preparing for your new commission these days. ”

"There is a new commission?" Although he had already learned about this matter from the secret letter, Dargnan still sighed helplessly and complained, "My last commission has not been completed yet, so the organization can't be so unsatisfactory, right?"

"Oh, is it?" the middle-aged man looked at him in confusion and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "You are the 'Ice Orchid Blade' Dargnan, what kind of commission has kept you from making progress for so long?"

"You still don't know the content of my commission?" Dargnon asked rhetorically.

"For the sake of secrecy, the organization said that you can ask you directly," the middle-aged man replied, "I only know that the commission of Lu Dao is in the territory of the Anlan Principality, but I have been here for so many years, and I really don't know who in Lu Dao can stop the footsteps of the 'Ice Lan Blade'." ”

"In fact, I ...... There has been no contact with the target. After a moment's thought, Dargnan said, his expression calm.

"Oh?" the middle-aged man muttered, "In terms of the distance from Torm to Anlan, you haven't been in contact so far, and this target should be in the Green River Valley, or even farther than the Green River Valley, because this is already the northern border of the Anlan Principality." ”

"Almost," Dargnan pointed to the northwest, "Allegri, the great magician of the Herseus Valley, you should know the way, right?"

"Allegri, Duke of Violet?" the middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, "The organization will really give you problems...... However, after all, you are one of the top two killers in the organization, and if this kind of task is not given to you, others will not even have the slightest chance of success. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Dargnan also wanted to know more about Allegri's information, so he subconsciously asked.

"Allegri is the Duke of Violet canonized by Grand Duke Onesha, and he is also a powerful great magician," the middle-aged man patiently introduced, it was the duty of these contacts to gather information about the target for the killer, "According to reliable sources, he is a descendant of Herseus the 'Fire Rider', and he has extraordinary attainments in flame spells...... Moreover, there is a six-story magic tower in the valley of the Herseus River, although the old tower has been completely destroyed during the battle with the Holy See, the new magic tower is also close to completion, and may even reach a height of seven floors. You must also understand what kind of power a magic tower with such a height can burst out in the hands of a great magician, right?"

"I know," Dargnon nodded, then added, "but you should also know that as long as I can get close to my target, I don't care how powerful he is." ”

"Don't take it lightly," the middle-aged man reminded him before continuing, "In the valley, there is also the 'Sorrowful Mercenary Regiment' under Allegri, and their leader is the high-ranking warrior Dios...... In addition, due to the policy he promulgated last year, there are many magicians who have come to study there, and the precautions are tighter than before......"

"I heard that the Herseus Valley is also hosting refugees," Dargnion asked subconsciously, "If I disguised myself as a war refugee, would the target be more accessible?"

"No," the middle-aged man explained, shaking his head, "the war refugees are all settled in the towns at the mouth of the valley, or in the newly cultivated land in the west, and are not allowed to enter the valley...... If possible, it's easier for you to disguise yourself as a magic apprentice, and in the information I've gathered, there are examples of the students he met on the way, but you're a warrior after all, so I'm afraid that is not possible. ”

Dargnon smiled noncommittally, there was no regret on his face, even within the organization, every killer's martial arts or killer skills were strictly confidential, and even these contacts did not know what to do. He waved his hand and said softly, "Please give me all the information about Allegri, and I'll leave the assassination to me." ”

"Sure enough, it's the 'Ice Orchid Blade', even if the target is such a person, he has such confidence," the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly praised it, and then lowered his voice and said, "Allegri's information, I can hand it over to you at any time, but the organizational meaning is that this task will be put on hold for a while, and that new commission is more urgent and important, and you need to take action immediately." ”

"Oh?" Dargnon asked inexplicably relieved, still quietly on the surface, "who is the target, it won't be more tricky than Allegri, right?"

"In my opinion, there is no one in the Duchy of Anlan who is more difficult to deal with than Allegri," the middle-aged man laughed, "although he has not been in power for long, his foundation is already very strong, and all the strength of his men is gathered in a small river valley......"

"According to you, this new goal doesn't seem to be easy?" Dalgnan keenly sniffed a trace.

"Of course, her status is much more important than Allegri," the middle-aged man took out a letter from his bosom and reached out to hand it over, "She also has more power in her hands than Allegri, but they are all scattered all over the principality, and there are no masters like high-ranking professionals around her, so it should be easier for a top master like you to assassinate." ”

"I hope so—" Dargnan casually opened the envelope and glanced at it, stunned.

Grand Duke Anlan, Onesha. (To be continued......)

PS: (3rd update, 3000 words)