Killer, is a very strange profession.

First of all, it should be noted that the number of killers active in various parts of the continent is actually not much, and even compared to the already declining magicians. Moreover, these killers usually act very low-key, and have one or even several legitimate identities to disguise, and will only quietly launch when they are commissioned to do so.

But under this premise, the legend of the killer theme is popular, and the deeds of some top killers have even been written into the minstrels' songs, spreading to all corners of the continent and widely known to the world. Today, these scarce and low-key killers have become one of the most desirable professions for hot-blooded young men, along with the suave knights of the great shore or the mercenary legends who cross the north and south.

If you look closely, there will be many reasons. Among them, it is very important that the killers' style of acting with forbearance and blood, as well as the absolutely distinct personal imprint, can leave an extremely deep impression on people.

On the other hand, the killers are generally entrusted with assassinating some more important people, and these targets usually have very strong protection power, but often the killers who act alone can always burst out with amazing potential in an almost impossible desperate situation, and even are willing to fight for their lives, and also vow to complete the set goal.

In this world, what can stir up the stirring blood in a man's heart more than a Jedi counterattack and defeat the strong with the weak?

For this kind of discussion, Dalgnan, who is already a well-known killer, generally only shakes his head and smiles noncommittally.

The content of this may not have deviated too much, and he himself often encountered this kind of task of licking blood on the tip of the knife, but if it was not out of helplessness. Who wants to be in that desperate situation?

Dargnan picked through the basket, picked up a honey fruit and nibbled on it, before raising his eyes, scanning his surroundings without a trace, and then quietly followed.

Generally speaking, his activities are confined to the Torm Federation. The big merchant groups there can afford to pay higher prices, and the environment of the Federation can provide enough protection for professional killers. As one of the top killers, the "Ice Orchid Blade" Dargnan is usually very picky about receiving tasks, but the generous remuneration entrusted this time made him blush and warm when he was used to seeing the world, so he came to this principality that he was not particularly familiar with.

This is a revenge mission, entrusted by a powerful family merchant group in the Federation, and the name of the target they provide is none other than Allegri.

So at the gates of the city. When he heard the Ranger call the mercenary "Allegri", Dargnon couldn't help but be secretly shocked. However, as a veteran killer, he was used to hiding his thoughts under a cold expression, and he just paused and continued to walk in the direction of the checkpoint. But in that moment of lightning, he had already turned his head sideways as if nothing had happened, and glanced at the mercenary who was about to board the carriage.

Although in the information he obtained, Allegri was a magician, but his face was vague. The eyes are a rare violet, which is the target of his revenge mission. No doubt.

Dargnon smiled indistinctly, and after the examination with a calm expression, he hid in the noisy crowd. It was only after the carriage had passed through the gate that he appeared, silently behind him. He didn't know why Allegri would appear in such a place, but the target had already been sent to the door. And the defense beside him is so weak, he won't mind taking off the other party's head worth thousands of gold.

The traffic was clear, and the carriage not far ahead turned into a side street, and Dargnan hastened to follow. In this kind of bustling city, it only takes one negligence. It's very easy to lose, especially at such intersections and corners.

However, the moment he turned around, a fairly nice voice came from the side.

"This brother, it seems that we have been on the road all the time, why don't we come up together and take the car forward?"

Dargnan was slightly stunned, and looked up a little stunned, the carriage he had been following for a long time happened to stop on the side of the street, which was exactly the position that he could never see before he turned around. The handsome-looking half-elf ranger was squatting at the front of the carriage, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Now that it has been confirmed that the person in the carriage is indeed his target Allegri, the identity of the half-elf in front of him is about to be revealed. If the information he obtained was not outdated, the other party should be named Illo, one of Allegri's most trusted henchmen, and his strength was okay. However, for the "Ice Blue Blade", at such a distance, a ranger with only a high-level level could not pose any threat at all.

"Is Brother Tai talking to me?" Dargnan hung his long knife at his waist, holding a straw basket full of honey fruits in one hand, and the other hand had quietly retracted into his sleeve. He looked around with a blank face, as if he didn't know the meaning of Illo's words, but whether this expression was true or not, he was the only one who knew what he said.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, if you have anything to say, get in the car and say slowly," Illo played with the bow and arrow in his hand, his face was full of smiles, in his feelings, the strength of the other party was only between the middle and high rank, which was also the real reliance for him to dare to tease the other party like this, the strength firmly locked the other party, and he continued, "Since the city gate, you have been following the carriage, do you really think that we are all blind?"

This ranger must have some kind of special detection means, right? Moreover, it is very likely that it is related to his elven bloodline, otherwise it would not have been possible to discover his whereabouts so quickly.

Dargnon stood there, his mind racing, and he secretly guessed.

But now it seems that the other party did not take himself seriously, and there was a look of teasing in his speech.

However, it is no wonder that whoever calls himself disguised himself as a warrior who has just been promoted to a high rank, it is inevitable that the other party will despise him.

After a moment of thought, Dargnan had a shocked look on his face, and seemed to be a little frightened because he was exposed by the other party. He lowered his head, his eyes flickering, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice with a little hesitation,

"This gentleman, in the carriage, is Master Allegri?" (to be continued......)

PS: (The first update, 2000 words, and one more later, 2000 to 3000 depending on the situation)