Chapter 228

My name is poison sickle.

This is my code name and my name.

I am a believer of the deceitful God gibkenses, the shadow is my partner, and the light is my enemy.

My hands are extremely dirty and bloody, and my body stinks and ugly.

What I have done may not be forgiven even the kindest and purest saint, eluli Camilla. Dying in a smelly ditch is my last destination.

However, I have no regrets, because I have no choice.

This is my only way to survive.

Now I am loyal to the Kadir family - because their price is high enough to buy many people's lives - of course not my life.

I trained the family dead for them and trained them in the art of assassination. I know it will kill more people, but when a person can only protect himself, what is the life of others?

It's just something I exchange for survival value.

Half a month ago, acting patriarch childe Charles gave me a task to assassinate a guy named Donne.

He is a Lord.

From a place called Ellington - what the hell is Ellington? Never heard of it.

But that's not important. What's important is that as long as you kill him, this excellent dagger worth 100000 gold coins - night curse belongs to me!

Although I am only a silver level nine level assassin, with this excellent dagger enchanted with the effect of breaking the magic, even the master level first-level magician is sure to kill it!

After all, the first-class masters at the master level are just waking up in the field. With my superb sneaking skills and the divine shadow step given by the deceitful God, it is enough to bypass the warning spell and kill the magician before opening the field - everyone knows that the magician is the son of the gods, but the assassin who knows the shadow step is the magician's father!

However, when I brought my teammate's head to 77 Queen Street, I was very sorry to find that Donne was not here - what a pity, a waste of a head.

Then I got information that Donne seemed to have left arlinks early and returned to Ellington - it's too unfortunate that in order to complete the task, I had to take a group of cumbersome people to Ellington in a carriage - I mean, a group of teammates.

The reason why I say it's teammates, not heads - is to reassure them. I've noticed that their fingers are slightly shaking, and their eyes looking at me are very unfriendly. This is not a good signal. I only have this impulse when I want to kill people - blessed by the God of deceit, I hope they don't want to kill me.

To make them relax, I took my hand away from the dagger. Hey, look, it's just a small move. They relaxed. I'm really a considerate leader - swear in the name of the gods, I really don't want to kill them and use their heads to get close to don!

I definitely don't mean that!

You see, I've let go of my weapon, haven't I? Of course I'm not the kind of person who does anything.

Assassination is an art. One technique can only be used once for the same target. Although it failed last time, I disdain to use the same technique again - I believe you, as an assassin, can you understand this art?

The atmosphere in the carriage returned to calm.

Everyone is very restrained. It's good. They are assassins loyal to the Kadir family. There's no need to kill each other.

Oh, of course, I'm not afraid of them. I trained them. I know what they are good at. Of course, I won't be afraid of them besieging me.

I think my meaning is clear enough. Don't get me wrong. I'm not aiming at anyone. I mean, these people here are rubbish.

Of course, I'm the exception.

In order to enhance the authenticity of the camouflage, we sneaked into a carriage to Ellington. There were more than a dozen people in the carriage. In addition to us, there were two poor couples with children. They heard that Ellington could eat and get a house as long as they were willing to work, so they sold their property and decided to take a chance.

This damn world is driving people to a dead end!

In addition to the two couples and children, there were several refugees who seemed to have managed to beg for enough fare and wanted to try their luck in Ellington - there were many carriages along the way, and almost all the people in them had this purpose.

Oh, that's funny. As long as you are willing to work, you can eat, wear warm clothes and live in a house?

How could there be such a place in the world.

The scam, Lord Donne, must be planning some kind of scam, perhaps an evil ceremony that requires a lot of people's lives to sacrifice?

The coachman who drives the carriage, of course, is also one of us. He disguises very well. He has a big red nose, spots on his face, a dirty beard and a bent waist. He must have studied the camouflage course very carefully. I should give him a full score, especially when he is intoxicated when drinking. He really has his style in the tavern. Even I cheated him - wait! Drinking?

blamed! I clearly said that drinking is prohibited when performing tasks. I must teach him a good lesson and let him understand - Oh, my God! blamed! The coachman is not mine!? He's really a coachman!?

Where are our people!? What about the guy who should have played the role of coachman!? Did he get drunk again before he left, so he missed the opportunity to start!?

To tell you the truth, I'm angry now!

As soon as I was angry, my "teammates" - you see, I said teammates, really not strange things like heads - they were very nervous. It seems that I really put a lot of pressure on them. Relax, I must relax.

Hey, think about it. The guy who plays the coachman didn't have a job, did he? It's just that after we succeed, we'll prepare a carriage outside the town to meet us. We can complete the task without him.

With this thought, my mood relaxed a lot.

"See Ellington!"

At this time, I heard the coachman's drunken cry. The shaking carriage suddenly became extremely stable. I almost thought the carriage had stopped, but after looking at the back, I found that it was not the carriage that stopped, but the road became flat.

The carriage was still moving - and faster, but the flat road kept the carriage from bumping.

Not far away, many people can be seen shouting around several huge mechanical structures. As the mechanical structures move forward, the rugged and concave ground becomes very flat. The second mechanical structure follows, and it emits many black and hot things. The third mechanical structure flattens those black things on the road... What are they doing? Paving?

I can't understand.

As the carriage moved forward, more and more scenes came into view. A lively and busy town came into my sight. There were few idle people in the streets here. Almost all the people who could be seen were in a hurry, either carrying goods or measuring something with some strange things.

Strange, this place is really strange.

Ellington... A place I've never heard of. It should be a very barren and desolate place, but why is it so busy?

Construction is everywhere here. Busy people are red. They don't look yellow and skinny like those in the yarinks slum. They seem to be very happy and full.

"Honey! It seems that we are not wrong!"

"Ellington should be able to take us in, and the children won't starve to death this winter!"

The couple next to them were excited and wept with joy. It turned out that they came here because they were worried that their children would starve to death if they couldn't get food in the winter. What a pity.

There was also a ray of hope in the eyes of the refugees struggling to survive in the carriage - would it be interesting to destroy their reason at this time?

Oh, no, my right hand is so hot. It must be my killing instinct again. I don't know how many people will die this time!

"Here we are, get off!"

The coachman stopped the carriage and shouted for the passengers to get off. In order to hide people's ears and eyes, i... well, it's "we", got off the car with the refugees, and then saw a table nearby, where several people sat drinking tea and chatting.

oh The gods are on! I saw dwarves and dwarfs!

They sit with humans drinking tea and chatting!?

Who would believe it?

"Another batch?"

"There are more and more outsiders recently."

"It shows that the Lord's policy is indeed right. Our Ellington is becoming more and more famous."

"Come here and register! Name, age, gender, cultural level and what you are good at. Then go to get the subsistence allowance first, eat and wash your stomach, go to the dormitory and sleep. We will focus on arranging work tomorrow!"

In order not to attract attention, I gave them a secret signal and decided to go in with the refugees first.

Soon I came to the dwarf.

"What's your name?"

"Poison -"

I had an idea: "-- durandon!"

"Durandon!?"

The dwarf's eyes widened.

He must think the name is great?

"That's a great name! What a good boy!"

Look, he really thinks so!

"Hearing this name is like seeing my son count off obediently in front of me. Ha ha ha -"

What's the matter with the dwarf?

Why do you suddenly feel something wrong?

But I finally managed to sneak into Ellington's dormitory.

When they all went to dinner, I quietly left the dormitory - I would sneak, just so casual.

As an assassin, after arriving at a destination, of course, you should first inquire about intelligence and get familiar with the terrain, otherwise how to perform the task?

But why did Ellington enter the woods before he took two steps?

"How distressed... Why hasn't big brother come to me recently?"

well!

Look who I found?

A lonely little Lori!

It's a secondary target in intelligence!

The little girl next to Donne, Elia!

I can try to catch her!

But there's also a big reward for killing her!

This is a good opportunity! No one will know what happened!

I decided to sneak close to her!

Cut off her head with the curse of the night!

"If the big brother doesn't come, I feel boring..."

Big brother? Donne?

"Although the elder brother told me not to practice casually, there is no one now. It doesn't matter to practice magic a little? Hmm? Do you think so?"

Who is she talking to?

What did I hear?

Practice magic?

"New spell? What's that?... OK, OK, let me try. Oh, is this the direction - Arcane torrent ~ biububiu ~"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Poison sickle, pawn.