Outside Paris, in the vast wilderness, the night is dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The weather is slowly getting cooler, and it has entered autumn, and under the cover of night, a thick night fog gradually gathers over the wilderness, gathering more and more, obscuring the stars and the vision.

A man in black leather armor carrying a suitcase stood silently in the wilderness, motionless, like a stake.

Seeing the fog gradually rising, he moved, and a windproof lamp with a glass cover that had been hanging from his waist was lifted by him and lit again.

Miraculously, the flames in this lamp were green, emitting an eerie green light in the dark and misty night mist.

The green light was not too far away, but the lamp was held high by the man, and then motionless, as if it were a street lamp.

"Da, da......"

In the hazy night fog, the sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard.

Gradually, the sound of the horse's hooves got closer and clearer.

Under the green light, in the rolling mist, a pitch-black carriage suddenly appeared in front of the man in black leather armor.

The carriage was pitch black, the body was black, the wheels were black, the horses were black, and even the coachman was wrapped in a black cloak.

"Squeak......

The door of the carriage was opened, and it was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.

But the man in black leather armor extinguished the light in his hand, and without hesitation, he walked into the carriage and into the darkness.

"Squeak......

The carriage door closed and the carriage started again.

"Da, da......"

The soft sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the dark carriage disappeared into the deep night mist.

I don't know how long it took, but the carriage stopped.

"Squeak......

The door opens again.

"Guest, to the place. The shrivelled and shrill voice of the coachman came.

The black-armored man who was asleep in the carriage woke up from his dream: "Ah, what, I, how did I fall asleep." ”

Then he hurriedly looked at the suitcase in his hand and saw that it was intact, so he let out a long breath.

"It's just a necessary secrecy measure, don't be surprised, please come with me. The coachman carried a green windproof lamp and made an inviting gesture.

The man in black armor got out of the car, but it was still dark and foggy all around, and only the driver in front of him and the lamp in his hand were clearly visible.

Underfoot, however, is soft, as if stepping on a board of wood floating on water, making it difficult to maintain balance.

"Be careful with your step, it's a swamp, just step on the board. The coachman's voice came at the right time.

The man in black armor had to try to maintain his balance on the wooden planks, and trudged forward with difficulty following the green light.

I don't know how long I walked, but a small wooden house appeared in front of me, and under my feet, I also had a down-to-earth feeling.

The hut was covered with moss and vines, like ghost hands with teeth and claws in the night.

"Go in by yourself, I'll wait for you outside." The coachman sat down on a stake at the door of the cabin.

Swallowing his saliva, the man in black armor walked to the hut, but before he could knock, the door of the hut opened silently.

Taking a deep breath, the black-armored man walked into the hut.

The cottage is not big and the furnishings are simple. The fireplace on the wall lit with flames, emitting a warm heat that dissipated the dampness in the air and the chill from the man. Something was boiling in the small pot on the stove, and it smelled weird and unpleasant. There was a row of shelves nailed to the wall, on which were jars and glass bottles, and in the glass bottles, the yellow liquid, was soaked with something strange and unknown. And in the center of the room, there is a beautifully carved square table and several chairs.

In the middle of the chair sat a strangely shaped, very short dwarf old man, and with a slight wave of his hand, the door of the house closed silently.

"Oh, please give us back the lamp before you ask for it. The old dwarf's voice sounded as ugly as the howl of a night owl.

The man in black armor hurriedly put the lamp on his waist on the table.

"Okay, please sit down, it seems that the guest is really in trouble, so please tell me your commission. The old dwarf waved his hand, and the lamp flew to the side shelf.

The black-armored man sat down on the chair opposite the dwarf old man, and said very seriously: "My commission is very simple, my master hopes that your organization can help us find someone and arrest him back!

"Oh, it doesn't sound difficult, does the other party have any information, and what is the strength. The old dwarf touched his waist-length beard.

"This is a portrait of the other person. The man in black took out two rolls of drawing paper and handed them over.

"Why are there two?" asked the old dwarf puzzled, opening the portrait.

"The other party has a magical prop that can be carried on his head and can change his appearance, these two are his two different appearances. The man in black armor explained.

"What else?" asked the old dwarf.

"He is about 20 years old this year, very young, about 1.75 meters tall, with an average build, and has been called Leon Leonardo and Tom Cruise. The strength is grandmaster-level, and he is good at using kitchen knives......" The black-armored man was interrupted before he could finish explaining.

"What?, kitchen knives?" asked the old dwarf.

"Well, yes, it's kitchen knives, he used to be a chef, he has a lot of talent for cooking, and he can use twenty-four different chef knives. The man in black armor hurriedly explained.

"Oh, you go on. The old dwarf waved his hand.

"He is considered to be the top group of strength in the grandmaster level, and he is good at precise and sharp sword qi. But if that's all there is to it, we won't bother your organization. The key is the two people around him, one is a one-armed strong man, named Arnold, he is the former vanguard general of the French Revolutionary Army, although he is only a grandmaster now, but he has the strength to challenge beyond the level, he ...... "This time he didn't finish speaking, and he was interrupted."

"You're talking about the Viking King's younger brother?" asked the old dwarf.

"Yes, it's him, so, we hope that your organization will not hurt him either, if we can catch him together, it will be even better, we will pay for it separately. The man in black armor confirmed.

"Oh, I know who you're looking for, but I heard there's another person with them, right?" asked the old dwarf.

"Yes, there is also a mysterious woman, we have not found her origin, we only know that she is extremely strong, it is speculated that she is likely to have the strength of the Venerable level, she is very fast, and her internal qi is also very sharp, she can easily break the Great Grandmaster's body protection Qi, and her strength is very strong. The man in black armor spoke eloquently.

"And whereabouts?" the old dwarf continued.

"According to the investigation, the last time we saw them was at the Orchid Bar in Valenciennes, and now it is likely that they have left France and gone to other countries, which is beyond our intelligence capabilities. The man in black armor said.

"In this way, it's better not to get hurt, it's not easy. If it were just an assassination, it would have been much easier. The old dwarf muttered to himself.

"Yes, be sure to bring it back alive and give it to us, don't worry about the reward. The man in black armor insisted.

"Oh?" the old dwarf was intrigued.

The man in black opened the suitcase, which was full of golden tickets: "This is a golden ticket of 100 million gold francs." ”

"We don't just need money, although it's a price you can't refuse......," the old dwarf smiled and rubbed his hands.

"Afterwards, we will hand over another copy of a peerless-level sword technique to your organization!" the black-armored man unleashed a bombshell.

"Okay, the deal is done. The old dwarf laughed and held out his pus-covered hand.