Dargnon often thought that the people who built the first city a long, long time ago must have been very afraid of loneliness.

It was for this reason that they had gathered together from all corners of the barren wilderness, using rudimentary stone tools, to build shelters close to each other.

Then, they surrounded a strong wall, and completely isolated the long night around the smiling on the other side of the wall, so as to prevent the remaining warmth from gradually dissipating in the reckless heaven and earth.

In the long history of civilization, one city after another has risen and fallen on this continent. As time passed, the city grew in size and became more important, and more and more people lived in it. The prosperity of a large capital city such as the holy city of Rankine or Vanuna is even more prosperous, like a huge beast, roaring day and night and spewing endless noise and fireworks.

But it was also at this time that the city became the wilderness it once was, even more terrible than the wilderness.

Evil is everywhere, and the more glamorous these cities appear to be, the more filthy they are underneath.

Even if you sit face to face with someone, it is still difficult to see through the inner essence of the other person. The sea of people is vast, the streets and alleys are noisy, and what people feel is doubly lonely.

In particular, this is a short stay of travelers, and the city is completely unfamiliar in front of you.

Dargnon shook his head and sighed under his breath.

At the beginning of the day, the traffic was busy, and he walked casually, looking no different from the pedestrians around him.

This is a street in front of the Grand Duke of Anlan's mansion, and most of the pedestrians are well-dressed so-called "upper-class people". But Dargnan was in the middle of it, and it didn't seem abrupt at all.

Because. He's also well-dressed.

The pure black travel cloak had been replaced, and now it was a suit sewn from fine fabric, and with his tall figure and handsome face, he looked like a noble child with outstanding temperament. Even, some passing girls threw him a wave of favor, obviously not minding to do some more in-depth emotional exchanges.

But. Dalgnan was a real disappointment to them. The handsome man's gaze had been scanning the streets over the walls and flowers of the Grand Duke's Palace, and the guards patrolling and armed, and he did not react at all to the girls' teasing.

He spent the entire day browsing through the information he had gathered about his target. And when the night falls, that's when he investigates the field. After all, it is only at this hour that the flow of people on the streets will be tightened. With the cover of pedestrians and night, his observations do not attract the attention of the guards.

Dalgnon withdrew his gaze and walked towards a fork in the road. Based on the information he observed on the ground and the information collected by the contacts, the defense system of the Grand Duke of Anlan is really not tight, and it is even slightly inferior to some big businessmen in the Torm Federation. However, this kind of external guard actually only has a certain effect on the initial lurking. In order to successfully complete this commission, there are more factors to consider.

Take Dalgnan's many years of professional experience. Whether the target is on guard or not is actually the most decisive factor. Once the target has a sense of defense, they will be more cautious when approaching strangers or threatening characters, and the amount of personal protection will be more thorough, and these are the biggest obstacles for the killer who must get close to the target to complete the commission.

And for now his goal. Onessa is obviously a very difficult object to approach.

The situation in the Green River Valley is becoming increasingly tense, the armies of both sides are constantly converging towards Anfen City, and the internal defense of the Grand Duke's Mansion has been completely taken over by the warriors of the "Fire Demon Knights". However, the strength of the aristocratic group is too strong. Onetsa's disadvantage is almost irreversible, and now there are countless threatening factors that are hiding on her side. In this case, Onessa also behaved more and more cautiously, and even for a long time, she had not taken a step in the Grand Duke's Mansion. In addition to her loyal subordinates, only civil and military officials above a certain rank can see her in the occasional court meeting.

Speaking of which, Dargnan is not a hitman who tends to infiltrate his target's lair and then carry out assassination operations. In contrast, this behavior is more dangerous, has a lower success rate, and is more difficult to infiltrate and evacuate after a successful assassination. So, in general, this is the last resort that killers choose in desperation.

But now it seems that he had to do it this time.

Dargnon pondered as he walked forward. Compared to the main street, the fork in the road he was in was quieter now, but there were occasional couples meeting in secret, or pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

The Grand Duke's Mansion of Anlan sits in the north and faces south, the front half is the office of the Grand Duke, and the garden and courtyard in the back are her daily living areas. In Dargnan's memory, in addition to the magnificent main entrance, there were two side entrances in the first half of the Grand Duke's Palace, and the location he was about to go to was the one facing west.

In the topographical map he obtained, the location of Onessa's study was closer to the West Gate, and the main area of activity of the Grand Duchess was also concentrated on this side.

Glancing calmly at the guard standing at the entrance of the Grand Duke's Mansion, Dargnon turned around and walked leisurely towards the mansion opposite.

A typical aristocratic mansion, the stone pillar in front of the door is quaint, and the two wind lamps hanging are scattering a dim light.

Dense climbing plants, tightly wrapped around graceful cast-iron railings, whispered as Dalgnan approached.

"Who?"

Dargnon took a few steps forward, but did not speak, but made a strange gesture casually.

The porter stared at him, nodded, and the heavy, curved-topped iron door was slowly pushed open a gap.

Dargnan flashed in, and an old man with a gloomy face was waiting there.

The iron door closed again.

The old man didn't speak, but stretched out his hand slightly, guiding him towards the three-story stone house not far away.

Patches of slippery moss grew on the gravel pavement, and the dim light in the distance faintly came, and the path was gloomy and gloomy.

The old man didn't have any lighting tools in his hand, but he seemed to be very familiar with every plant and tree here, and he didn't hesitate in the slightest when he walked. Dargnan behind him didn't seem to mind in the slightest, his eyes squinting slightly, his pupils bent into a thin slit, and he easily dodged the puddles and pits on the road.

It was the residence of a marquis in the principality, but because of its proximity to the Grand Duke's palace, he rarely came here. After all, no subordinate wants to live under the nose of the monarch every day. Over time, the dwelling gradually fell into disuse, leaving only a few old servants to guard it.

Inside, with only a few thin candles burning, they walked through antique furniture and dusty fireplaces and onto a creaking wooden staircase.

It wasn't until a room on the third floor that the old man stopped, pushed open the door, and said, "Sir, please come in." ”

Dalglon nodded, stepped in, and squinted at the spacious room.

The old man walked over to the quaint table of vines and groped for a silver candlestick. The room had been cleaned beforehand, but there was still a hint of old dust, and the old man opened the curtains and whispered, "Sir, this is the room that the master of the house has prepared for you." ”

"Good. Dargnon glanced out the window, and from this position and angle, he could faintly see some of the situation in this corner of the Grand Duke's Palace.

"This is something sent by the head of the house, and it was also requested by the gentleman," the old man pointed to a few packages in the corner, and then bowed down and asked, "Does the gentleman need to count them?"

"No, I don't. Dargnon waved his hand indifferently and closed the thick satin curtain again.

"Then I'll quit first," said the old man, who exited the door, and whispered, "if the gentleman needs anything, he can call me at any time." ”

"Oh, good. Dargnan nodded, replied casually, and then heard the old man slam the door and leave.

Silence fell back into the room.

Dargnon stood for a moment, then sighed involuntarily.

That familiar sense of loneliness came to my mind again, and I couldn't get rid of it.

I don't know how many times I've been in the road, and I've appeared in a strange room like this. He didn't care who the owner of the room was, and he didn't have any requirements for the environment of the room, he just waited alone for a suitable moment to end someone's life.

He sat down at the table, staring at the flickering candle flame. After a while, he was really bored, he stretched out his left hand, condensed a trace of extremely thin ice spikes, and carefully stretched it out to provoke.

Since practicing Professor Allegri's meditation method, his reserve mana had begun to grow slowly, and Dargnon could even feel that the bottleneck he had been struggling with was loosening. At the same time, he was also more comfortable with the release and control of the "Ice Blue Blade", just like now, the ice blade shrunk into a thin ice needle, but the chill in it was as cold as ever.

At the slightest touch, the candle flame began to shake violently, and then went out completely.

A wisp of green smoke rose from the silver candlestick.

Darkness, accompanied by an unspeakable silence, once again enveloped the room.

Dalgnan was slightly stunned and shook his head helplessly.

He dissipated the ice spikes in his hand, got up and walked to the window, and looked down through the gap in the curtain at the brightly lit Grand Duke's Mansion in the distance.

It's very distinctive. (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, 3000 words, continued)