"King of Assassins? Is this your dream?" Duran stopped in confusion. He sat under a coniferous pine tree and seemed to see a young man standing in the darkness, his head lowered stubbornly.
"Why do you have such a dream?" Duran asked.
The pictures in my mind switch rapidly——
Under the starry sky, the master and apprentice on the roof sat quietly. The young man listened to the teacher's story:
"Dulan, did you know? This continent once belonged to all of us."
"Everyone?"
"Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, etc., all races live in peace with each other. We have friction with each other but still respect each other and live peacefully on this continent. At that time, you can do whatever you want freely
Anything, because the land is ours, the forest is ours, and the beautiful lakes are ours. No one can force us to do anything we don't want to do." There was a hint of yearning in the man's voice.
"Wow, this is so good. When did that happen?" The young man was also attracted by the scene of that distant era.
"It seems, it seems to have happened a thousand years ago. It was in the Second Era. At the end of the First Era, the gods left Feinan Continent one after another. Demons from the abyss poured into our homeland, humans and other races
We joined forces to drive all the demons, devils and evil spirits from the lower planes out of Feinan. However, we also suffered heavy casualties. Almost all the demi-gods and legendary figures perished in that long war. However, we
As soon as the demons were driven back, twelve evil dragons came across the plane and occupied the entire continent. These hateful flying dragons were greedy and powerful, and the hundreds of tribes whose vitality was severely damaged did not even organize a decent resistance.
They were severely defeated. Some people fled into the shelters left by the gods when they left, but most people were not so lucky. Our ancestors became the targets of the evil dragon's enslavement, and the huge people maintained by the blood of the dragon people
The empire is like a cancer and has begun to take root in Feinan Continent, vowing to drain all of our blood!"
The man said silently: "This empire is not our home. We are born free, no one is born a slave."
"Teacher!" the boy suddenly said.
"Um?"
"Teacher, I want to become an assassin, I want to join the men in black, and I want to work with you to assassinate those dragon lords who bully ordinary people!" The young man's body began to tremble with excitement, but he still spoke these words clearly.
Finished the sentence.
The man rubbed Duran's head with his rough hands and said gently: "You can do it, Dulan. You are the most talented person I have ever seen. You are a born assassin."
"Well, I want to be the most powerful assassin! By the way, teacher, what is the name of the most powerful assassin?" the young man asked curiously.
"The most powerful assassin? He should be called...the King of Assassins."
"King of Assassins...King of Assassins!"
From then on, the young man under the starry sky strengthened his dream and never changed it again.
…
Unknowingly, Dulan's eyes gradually became moist, and he didn't understand what was wrong with him.
The boy in his fantasy gradually came towards him and finally became one with him.
Countless memories were completely integrated with Dulan's own memories, no longer distinguishable from each other. Dulan seemed to have become a bystander in the blurred past and present lives, and countless memory fragments mixed with emotions turned into a hot red piece.
Iron was burned into the deepest part of Dulan's memory.
"Your name is Dulan, and my name is Dulan."
"So your memory is also my memory. Your dream will also be my dream. What you love, I will cherish tenfold; what you hate, I will also empathize with you and work hard for it.
"
"Your teacher is also my teacher..."
Dulan silently raised his head. The young man in his fantasy smiled at him and completely disappeared into the space.
After being reborn, Dulan felt refreshed, and his next plan seemed to become clear.
Tonight is the time for the teacher and his men in black to assassinate Andrew, the dragon lord of Baisha Town.
"I wonder if Teacher and the others succeeded?" Dulan stopped hesitating and began to run down the mountain faster.
The bottle of eternity was stolen by Dulan. If Andrew and others lost an arm, their power would be greatly reduced. Speaking of the bottle of eternity, Dulan couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Although this treasure is only a basic product, it can also be used for holding
The person provided one hundred magic points every day, which can be said to be a priceless good thing. It broke into pieces like that, which really made Dulan feel a little sad.
Thinking of this, he took out two glittering purple fragments from his arms, which turned out to be the fragments left on Dulan's body when the bottle of eternity broke. He put them away casually.
Although the bottle of eternity has been broken, its fragments may not have lost all their value. Many ways to make full use of the fragments of the bottle of eternity for the greatest benefit flashed through Dulan's mind, but all of this had to wait until a trip to Baisha
After the town.
He must immediately confirm whether the teachers' actions are successful. If they are successful, then the dragon wizard Andrew will be an example of another successful assassination by the black people in the south, and the south will be more violently turbulent. This cruel and decadent society
The rule of the empire is actually not as stable as it seems on the surface. The twelve evil dragons that have made trouble in the past three hundred years have gradually retreated and gone to unknown places. The remaining dragon people use the dragon blood contract to forcibly control the empire.
Hundreds of tribes were used by them, but obviously not willingly.
Once the fire is ignited, it will form a prairie fire, and the Dragon Empire will surely suffer the pain of being burned by the fire, just like the pain they have always inflicted on ordinary people, which is as deep in the bone marrow.
Relying on his familiarity with Mount Helga, Duran arrived outside Bergen Manor two hours later.
Baisha Town is located on the west side of Mount Helga, and the Dragon Lord Andrew generally does not live in the town. He has a manor at the foot of Mount Helga, which is the splendid and brightly lit Bergen Manor in front of Dulan.
The outside of the manor was heavily guarded, with more than a dozen soldiers patrolling back and forth, looking very serious. A few young soldiers even held the swords in their hands tightly, as if they were ready to fight at any time.
If it were before tonight, with more than half a year of fishing in troubled waters, Dulan would have been able to walk into the manor without being inspected and chatting with the soldiers. However, now that his identity has been exposed, it is naturally impossible for him to be as arrogant as usual.
"Looking at the unusual expressions on these soldiers, the teacher's plan must have been implemented, but I don't know whether he succeeded or not." Dulan hid in the darkness, staring quietly at the door of the manor.
He was very familiar with every plant and tree in this place, and it was easy to find a hiding place. However, because of this, he was a little helpless.
Based on his understanding of Bergen Manor, it would probably be difficult to sneak in with his current three-legged cat skills.
Candles and torches are lit everywhere in the manor, which can be said to be brightly lit. For assassins, whether it is the most basic stealth or more advanced strong invisibility techniques, they will be greatly disturbed. Duran even doubts that his stealth is in the place.
It's almost a joke under the lights.
As we all know, the stealth skill can only truly exert its power when it is upgraded to level 4 or above. Duran's stealth is only level 1, which is far from enough.
"We have to find a way to get in!"
Dulan said to himself silently, his eyes wandering around, looking at everything around him, waiting for the opportunity to come.
Three minutes later, the opportunity came.
Dulan squinted his eyes tightly as a carriage came galloping from the direction of Baisha Town. It arrived at the gate of the manor and stopped slowly.
Half of the soldiers immediately surrounded him, while the rest stayed where they were and continued to be on guard.
A girl with long brown hair stepped out of the carriage. She was tall, with bright eyes, and her pearly skin looked particularly clean and flawless in the dark night.
"Miss Chloe? It turns out you are back."
One of the guards breathed a sigh of relief and saluted respectfully.
"So it's Chloe?" Miss Chloe is Andrew's niece. In Duran's mind, she is the only person in the Bergen Manor who can be called a good person. Many times, Duran did things that were not in line with Andrew's wishes.
In his heart, when he was whipped by the dragon-man lord, it was Chloe who interceded for him, so that the young man could pass by death many times and finally survive.
Duran also knew that the relationship between Chloe and Andrew was very subtle. As Andrew's niece, the two were not actually related by blood, and Chloe had inherited her aunt's beauty. Andrew had always secretly coveted Chloe.
Three feet.
Chloe has always been wary of Andrew. She knows that her lecherous uncle can do anything, especially after Andrew's wife, Chloe's aunt, died of illness a month ago.
The situation became particularly embarrassing and dangerous.
In fact, Chloe mentioned to Dulan many times in private that if there was no place to go and her aunt loved her very much, she would have left Bergen Manor long ago. During the conversation between the two, Dulan
Lan could feel Chloe's disgust for Andrew.
"If you rush to inquire about information, it may be very difficult, but if you ask Chloe, it may be much easier." Dulan made up his mind and wanted to inquire about the teacher. Chloe is the best candidate.
.
So he leaned forward slightly, put his index and middle fingers in his mouth, and made a series of partridge-like calls.
Hearing the sudden sound of partridges, everyone else looked indifferent. Only the girl in the carriage showed a strange expression. After a while, she lowered the curtains and said calmly: "Let us in.
"
The soldiers naturally opened the gate of the manor, and the carriage slowly drove into Bergen Manor.
"You taught me partridge language. I hope you can understand what I mean..."
Duran took one last look at the brightly lit front entrance of the manor, then turned and walked into the darkness.
