Assassins, now also called killers by many people, have been active in the dark side of society since ancient times.
Assassins, like thieves, robbers, and swindlers, are hated by the powerful and feared by the common people. They are always hunted down and suppressed, but these people never disappear.
Just like kitchen waste attracts cockroaches, it is precisely the filthiness of this society that keeps these people appearing. If you don't clean up the garbage in the room, you will never be able to kill cockroaches.
In many people's impressions, assassins are very mysterious. They always seem to wear black clothes, are silent, and quietly take away the lives of targets. But in fact, there are quite many types of assassins, and some are good at facing the target head-on.
Dozens of security guards chopped them into pieces together and then walked away. The emphasis was "Kill everyone so no one will know that I have infiltrated"; some were good at killing people with borrowed knives, using others to complete the assassination of the target, and even weaving lies to let them know.
The target commits suicide; some are good at making various bombs, and if the target is not careful, they will be blown up into the sky.
Among these people, a very "standard" assassin like the boy seemed out of place.
However, although the threshold for assassins is very low. It can be said that you can enter the profession with just one weapon. As a result, there are quite a few people engaged in the assassin profession, but there are very few assassins who have truly made a name for themselves. Most people get into the profession after a few missions.
There are even some "one-time assassins" among them. Therefore, people will give them various titles for those assassins who are strong and have a high success rate.
Although the boy's nickname "Peregrine Falcon" is only spread in the southern part of the Dukedom of Eastmonton, having such a title undoubtedly illustrates his strength, "as fast and deadly as a peregrine falcon".
But at this moment, the young man with the name "Peregrine Falcon" faced the guy in front of him and had absolutely no confidence that he could kill him.
"Don't stare at me like that, it's very creepy." Wein opened the door, "Here, we're here."
There was no one else in the room, but there were no windows. The only way to interact with the outside world was through this door. The boy did not follow Wein in, but stood at the door, watching him warily.
"What did you bring me here to do?"
Wein shrugged: "Help you out of kindness? Tivia is not one of those second- and third-tier small cities. Do you know that after the news of the assassination of the quasi-mayor reached the Duke, high-level extraordinary people have already set off?
Coming to arrest you?"
"But this has nothing to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with it? I don't think so. You have the potential to become a top assassin, and I just need such an assassin. I will be very heartbroken if I watch you die in Tivia."
"You have something to entrust to me?" the young man asked doubtfully.
With this man's strength, he could kill anyone by himself. If he couldn't kill someone, the young man felt that he definitely couldn't kill him either.
"Commission, that's it." Wein walked to the table, "What do you want to drink? Black tea, coffee, and spirits are all available here, and they are all high-end goods. It doesn't matter, you can't buy them. Ha, there are mosquitoes in the south.
Hot and humid weather is very unpleasant, but perhaps only this kind of climate can produce good coffee beans.”
The young man was speechless and stared at Wein silently. Wein seemed completely defenseless against him. With the young man's ability, it might be easy to kill the man in front of him.
But, is this really the case? The young man couldn't believe it.
"It will take some time before the coffee is brewed. Let's talk about it - your extraordinary ability?"
The young man's face darkened. His ability "Time Stop" was his biggest trump card, but Wein seemed to have known it for a long time, which made him feel very uneasy.
"How many seconds can you stop now? 3 seconds? 5 seconds?" Wein looked at the boy, "Another extraordinary person I know who has the ability to "stop time" can stop for 7 seconds, but he died in
He fell into a trap set by a high-level evocationist, and 12 seconds was still too short for him."
"Do you know many people who have the ability to stop time?" The boy captured this information.
"No, not many, just three or four, and they are all dead. You are the only one I know is alive. That's why I can't bear to let you become a prisoner of Suzheng Bureau in vain. After all, things are rare and valuable.
.”
The young man was silent for a moment and said: "You understand what you said, what do you want to do?"
"I don't like to beat around the bush, okay, let's get straight to the point." Wein snapped his fingers, "The title 'Peregrine Falcon' is very appropriate for you, but it lacks some intimidation. I plan to give you a capable
It resounds throughout the entire empire, and has a unique title throughout the ages, such as - 'Regicide'."
…
In the dim room, the man wiped the blood on the blade.
It was said to be a blood stain, but it was a silver-white liquid that was obviously not left by humans.
When the blade cuts into the opponent's body, the man knows that it feels wrong.
Moreover, that guy would never let him succeed so easily.
However, when the guy showed up and expressed that he wanted to chat, the man ran away.
It's really ridiculous. Even though you have made up your mind to kill that guy, you still don't dare to face him.
The man raised his head, and there was a wanted poster posted on the wall in front of him. The wanted poster did not show the specific appearance of the person, but everyone in the empire had heard of this well-deserved most wanted criminal.
"...'Kingslayer'?" The man put the cleaned sword back into its sheath, "Oh, what's 'Kingslayer'..."