As far as a killer organization is concerned, it is a common situation to run from place to place to avoid the pursuit of the political axe of the authorities.

When you come out to do business, you have to be a little conscious, especially when you mix in the road, there is always a time to pay back.

What's more, it is an organization like the Flame Dagger, which is notorious, and even more offended the current authorities of Simon, and is blocked in the sewers by guards, police, bounty hunters, and adventurers, which is a matter of course.

Although they tried their best to escape, under the purge after Penny took over the city, the underground ghost merchants were invited to the city center by the newly established Ximen City Management Brigade for an exchange, the specific process of the exchange is unknown, but the result of the exchange is that the ghost city has opened a magic merchandise shop on the ground, and no longer sells many forbidden magic items that can only be bought from them in the past.

Obviously, this group of guys was recruited by Simon officials.

The Serre Concession surprisingly did not react, because due to the conflict between them and the West Gate City, the relationship between the two sides is still at a freezing point, and the concession still refuses to open to the outside world.

Of course, this made countless people scold in their hearts, and the most vicious one was Manning Brace.

The leader of the Flame Dagger brokers, and the titular leader of the Order, was furious at what had happened to him on the Nether's Black Market, as he knew that most of the realms of Faeron were not sensitive enough to include teleportation scrolls as sensitive magical items.

And the official explanation is unassailable: "Because the city of Ximen is now under martial law, any means that could lead to the escape of the wanted person must be monitored." ”

This was the answer given to him by the ghost guard at the door of the magic prop shop, and this answer made him put away all the anger he hadn't had time to vent, and rolled back to the underground waterway - years of experience in fighting the political axe told him that the group had gone to the police, and sure enough, as soon as he left on the front foot, a group of Ximen guards entered the store on the back foot, which made him immediately break out in a cold sweat when he hid on the corner of the street and saw this scene.

And the underground black market in Ximen City has already been swept away by the city management team, and it is also a dream for him to go to other places to buy magic scrolls.

There are more than a dozen people lying in this small underground cave, and there are some in the next few caves, these thirty or so people are the core force of the famous assassin organization 'Flame Dagger', and the other members have either escaped from the West Gate, or are operating in other areas along the coast of the Fallen Star Sea, these people are unkempt, the scars and blood on their bodies make them groan constantly, and the resulting ulceration makes the air spread a strange smell of rot, and the fever of infection makes many assassins dizzy and delirious.

Are they still the same aristocrats they once were?

Looking back at this tragic scene countless times, Manning Brace couldn't help but lament.

Ever since being driven out of their homeland by their political enemies, these former nobles have resorted to hired killings to make ends meet, and although they are not professional veteran Assassin Order, their cultivation and status have allowed them to be at home in assassinating high-ranking people, and as they have become more sophisticated, they have become more and more like a pure Assassin Order.

But they never forgot their past sufferings and enemies in Cormier, and it was their desire to return to their homeland, so they could take refuge in the Night King, to Selien, but as soon as they thought their wishes might be thwarted, they would not hesitate to betray them, just as they had betrayed the Night King.

But now, it seems that the distance from the ideal is getting farther and farther away, and these former nobles are now like a group of ground mice chased by wild cats.

In a dilemma.

"Stand up. With some despair, he said to the listless Assassins next to him, "Don't forget our former nobility, even if we are down, we can't lose our pride, breths and Colmarel's brothers. ”

"Manning... Forgive... Me, uh...... Too tired, too tired. "An assassin clutched a wound in his stomach, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his injuries had reached a level of severity due to the lack of divine healing, and his companion wiped the wounds and blood from his mouth, but apparently could not slow him down his journey to the Underworld, and as his voice grew weaker and weaker, his eyes darkened, and the atmosphere became more and more mournful.

"Sad situation, are you really nobles from Cormier?" a voice sounded abruptly in the middle of the cavern, and all the assassins watched vigilantly at the figure that suddenly appeared in that area, buckled their crossbows and daggers, and those who were able to stand up barely shook their bodies to their feet.

Manning Comerrell was even more focused on the sudden appearance of the wizard.

"Pan Diesel. He waved his hand, and a few shadows lurked in the wizard's blind spot—but the Assassin leader was not optimistic that they would be able to hide from the wizard.

This wizard lightly defeated Albach, the Night Lord who had nearly destroyed the Flame Dagger Order, and behind his youthful appearance was a deep and terrifying power, and while many deduced that Penn Diesel was not superior to the Night King in his own right, there was no doubt that he was a powerful wizard.

Such a wizard dared to appear here alone, obviously not wanting to die.

Looking at his weakened but armed men, Manning Brace even thought in despair that this wizard might be able to kill the remnants of his side on his own.

The former Night Lord had shown such power, and under that spell, the Father of Shadow, who once ruled the organization, was killed without resistance, and now the Flame Dagger, the high-level assassin with the level of martial arts of the Father of Shadow, is also extinct.

Seeing that the wizard found a chair out of nowhere and sat on the ground, suddenly felt that the purpose of his arrival was not so simple, Manning's eyes flickered, he put his hand on his chin, and in the dim candlelight, his face was surprisingly gloomy, and he couldn't see any expression.

The little girl who turned out from behind the wizard told him that Pan Diesel did not come alone, and that this little girl, he had also heard, was that Pan Diesel often carried such a little guy by his side, and would touch out the powerful magic cannon, tearing the wizard's enemies apart without the slightest mercy.

This coveted quality of the killer would undoubtedly allow Manning Brace to sweep away all contempt for her, and their actions made all the Assassins in the crypt confused.

The small folding table was unfolded, Nephies placed a stove at the wizard's feet, the smoke from the burning spices gradually dispelled the rancid stench of the room, and plates of delicate food were placed on the small table, and in this filthy room, the wizard poured himself a glass of juice and smiled at Manning:

"I have freshly squeezed juices, and I have morning treats, lobster pies from the Dragon Coast, fried turtle eggs with lemon and marlin steaks, and I wonder if this meal is a luxury compared to the nobility of Cormier......"

Manning couldn't fathom such a move, but he also sensed that the Lord didn't seem to be here to kill them - although the Flame Dagger had almost reached the point of exhaustion, it was a bit of a shame for a wizard to come and kill people in such a big way.

Due to the training of their careers as Assassins, most of the members of these Flame Daggers were nervous and able to stand still against the temptation of food, but some non-Assassin characters such as brokers did not have such a will, especially many of them who were a little confused by injuries, staring at the table with a vague vision wafting from the aroma, making sporadic swallowing sounds.

However, as the leader of the Assassin Order, Manning Brace was not so bad.

"For the nobles who have lost their glory, it is a luxury and a sin to discuss these things. ”

With a light cough, those with a look of shame on their faces looked away from the small table.

"It's amazing, it's all come to this point, and I still remember that I'm a nobleman. Penny glanced indifferently at the embarrassed Assassins, and said a little sharply, "Not a rat in the gutter." ”

The Assassins were noisy, staring at the wizard even more angrily, and the weapons in their hands were more secure, but they still did not dare to act without Manning's orders.

Manning was reluctant to act rashly, based on a simple judgment - this wizard could find this place, and the pursuers must not be far away, perhaps nearby...... One phenomenon corroborates this hypothesis: despite his alarm, none of the Assassins in the caves on the left and right have arrived.

This undoubtedly frustrated him, the situation in front of him is a real man-made sword, I am a fish, delaying time is useless, only hope for negotiation - it seems that this is the purpose of this wizard, if the negotiation collapses, then it will be the only desperate fight to detain this wizard - this will be the only last action they can take.

Accordingly, Manning Blaise is not optimistic about the success rate of this attempt.

"Master Diesel is here, presumably not to show off his taste for life, but to mock us pursuers who have been hunted down to such a point. His tone was a little helpless: "So you're here to persuade us to surrender?"

"You don't have a choice. "The wizard's ten fingers were crossed between his chest and abdomen, and his legs were crossed, and Nephies stood respectfully to the side, although his movements lacked solemnity, but his momentum was very serious, his simple but clean attire, and the aroma and dishes beside him made him a stark contrast to the flame dagger assassins around him:" You are not your average killer organization, compared to them, you have a goal that you have to achieve, it is a pity for you to be wiped out in this place, to make a living by assassination, even to take refuge in the Night Lord and Bloodsail for this is a last resort, they can give you, I can do the same, and more, because I believe you will be useful to me. ”

"Surrender. The wizard picked up the cup and moistened his throat, "I have more than you can imagine, and I ......" He looked at the embarrassed assassins around him, "You don't have a choice?"

"Really?" this sentence made all the Assassins angry again, as the wizard said, they were not pure killers yet, neither the Night Lord nor Celion forced them to surrender under such circumstances, and such treatment would certainly make them feel deprived of their dignity.

"Not necessarily. The candle flame jumped above Manning's head, and a few bits of fire scattered behind him, and they were swallowed up by a haze.

"Of course, you have another choice. The wizard smiled, and he looked behind Manning, the pupil of his right eye turned into the shape of an hourglass, and the shimmering sand flowed from above to below, and the hourglass would turn half a circle, which made the eye look full of strange magic: "You can try it." ”

Time seemed to stand still, and cold sweat appeared on Manning's forehead, dripping down the sewage all over the ground, making a clear and audible sound.

The shadow was still flickering, but it was becoming unnatural.

(To be continued)