Every time, the moment when the commission is close to completion, is the process that Dalgnan enjoys the most.

As soon as he thought of the "Ice Orchid Blade" in his hand, which was about to slash through the target's neck, the little excitement in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

Immediately, immediately, the familiar, pale frost-colored blood flower would bloom again before his eyes. The strategizing Grand Duchess was about to fall to the ground slowly, her clear eyes would gradually become cloudy, and she would look at herself with an incredulous gaze, and if she added a "how" when she was dying...... Probably", then this time the operation is really perfect.

Feeling the thrill in his heart, Dargnon tiptoed down the windmill tower and onto the muddy meadow, taking a deep breath of intoxication.

Perhaps, every killer will have such and such little habits, otherwise how can he persevere on this path? He secretly thought to himself that if one day, he could not get the pleasure of assassination, it should be time to quit the industry completely.

However, like that "undertaker", taking pleasure in torturing and even abusing corpses is really a bit crazy.

Dargnan pursed his lips disdainfully, a innocuous little hobby like himself is what a real killer should have. Thinking about it, he lowered his body slightly, and was about to dive into the deep night.

Entrustment, completion is in sight.

But—

At this moment, it seemed that a basin of ice water was poured on his head, and the trembling in his heart turned into a tremor in his body, and an indescribable feeling loomed behind him. But it grew stronger, as if something was rapidly approaching.

As one of the best killers, Dargnan prides himself on his sharp intuition and stealthy skills. It is precisely with this killer intuition that he was able to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and successfully survived to this day.

However, now, he couldn't even tell whether it was a person or an object approaching behind him. At such times, turning around and meeting him was the stupidest way to respond, and he took a sharp step forward, subconsciously trying to avoid the feeling of being pressing. At the same time, his lips moved and he quickly chanted a mantra. The pale blue shimmer surged sharply in his hand, twisting and transforming to form the narrow and thin "Ice Blue Blade".

At the same time, Dargnan's unease grew stronger. In the process, he continued to stretch the tentacles of intuition. I want to discern the source of that feeling behind it. But. He was sure that something had stopped not far behind him. But he still couldn't distinguish any details, and he didn't even know where the other party was. Because, whenever his sense of touch sweeps by. That feeling will suddenly disappear, and you won't be able to explore it at all.

Looming, faint and faint, light but intense.

The strong, the absolute strong, Dalgnon suddenly stood still, firmly grasped the "Ice Orchid Blade" in his hand, and said with certainty in his heart. The other party has stopped and has not attacked him directly, which is the only good news now. However, judging from the speed of the other party's movement and the looming feeling, he is definitely a strong person, and he is a whole realm higher than himself.

To put it this way...... Is it legendary?

Before he could turn around, Dargnan simply stood like this, not looking at the other party, and even the tentacles of intuition were completely retracted. He maintained a solemn posture, the expression on his face was uncertain, and his heart was thinking sharply.

Now, standing behind him is definitely an unbeatable powerhouse, and it is almost certain that he is an odd and even, he will not be his enemy, but he is also by no means a friend. In front of such a legendary professional, Dargnan could not even resist for a moment, and it was a luxury to escape his life.

What the hell should I do?, his brow furrowed slightly, and countless thoughts had already flashed through his mind. The other party should not be here for himself, whether he is passing by, or for the battlefield in front of him, it is unknown. But the most important thing now is that I have encountered him, and I need to find a way to save my life.

In this moment of lightning, Dargnan had already gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Without hesitation, he still didn't turn around, but immediately relaxed the muscles that were tense and ready to fight back, and then raised his hands high, and the condensed "Ice Blue Blade" also dispersed, making a posture of being slaughtered.

"Huh?" There was a slight surprised sigh from behind, obviously the other party didn't expect Dalgnan to be like this, and directly gave up resistance.

Listening to his voice, it should be a middle-aged man, with a slight sickly lack of middle energy, but Dalgnan will not have any contempt like this. Trusting his instincts and responding to them is how he has been able to live his life now.

"Junior, Dalgnan from the Torm Federation," after making a gesture of submission, Dalgnan only paused for a moment, and then introduced himself in a low voice, "It's the senior killer of the 'Wolf Poison Flower' organization, and this time he has come to the Green River Valley to complete a commissioned mission. ”

"Killer?" asked the soft, slightly interested, voice of a soft laugh from behind, "How did you find me?"

"The junior has cultivated a special detection technique that greatly enhances his intuitive acumen," Dargnon replied immediately, "but the aura of the senior looms, and I can't even tell where the senior is now. ”

He didn't mind revealing his details, and in his answer, he also faintly hinted that he couldn't pose any threat to him at all, and he had shown his subservient attitude to the extreme.

Of course, it was also a big gamble for Dalgnan. If the other party did come at him on a special trip, such a response would be no different from standing back. If the other party just has special hidden skills and does not have the strength of a legendary professional at all, he will be wronged to the extreme. If, if the other party has a tyrannical personality and doesn't care about what he does, then his fate can only be death.

But now, he is equivalent to putting his life in the hands of the other party. And his only bargaining chip, in addition to his own inference just now, is the demeanor of a legendary professional.

"I see," the other party seemed to nod, but did not make any moves, but continued to ask, "So, who is the employer you entrusted this time?"

"This ...... The killer's contract strictly stipulates that the killer cannot divulge his employer's information to anyone," Dargnan hesitated for a moment before replying firmly, "So seniors, forgive juniors for disobedience, can't answer." ”

"Oh?" the visitor smiled playfully and asked softly, "and what about the target of your assassination?" (to be continued......)

PS: (second update, 2000 words, waiting for the Champions League)