Taniel was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the young man with an ordinary face who pretended to be mysterious and called himself "Rasol" they met when they came to the 'Night Watch House'.
"Did they do it?"
The other party's coincidental appearance and subsequent determined demeanor gave Taniel reason to doubt the other party.
The teacher at Deer Academy and the second advisor of Lord Police Department frowned.
"If they had planned everything a long time ago, we'd better not go to 19 Duke Street now."
"because……"
"That Rathore may be looking for a scapegoat for the 'alliance'!"
Taniel said seriously.
"Um."
Jason didn't object to Taniel's words.
On the contrary, Jason also believed that what Taniel said was reasonable.
Can an envoy who has never met a faceless person, an organization that he has never interacted with before, have any good intentions?
maybe.
Or maybe not.
The proportion of the latter is higher.
From the moment the young man calling himself 'Rathore' appeared, it was the other party that was throwing bait.
Whether he went to 19 Duke Street out of desperation, or whether he was angry and seeking revenge.
There, the other party must have made corresponding preparations.
As for staying at the ‘Night Watch House’?
It is also something the other party is happy to see.
He, a murderer who assassinated Siwok VII, staying in the 'Night Watch House' will only bring disaster to the 'Night Watch House'.
The strength of ‘Night Watch House’ is definitely not weak.
Including those 'trainees', there are nearly 30 'professionals'.
Anywhere you place it, it will attract people’s attention.
But in West Walker.
In the capital Terte, it is not enough to sit back and relax.
Faced with such a thing, the West Walker royal family and Prince Ruitai will definitely unite together like never before. Even if they seem to be inseparable, the power gathered cannot be resisted by the people of the 'Night Watch House'.
Therefore, he must leave the 'Night Watch House'.
You must also go to 19 Duke Street.
There will be the key to breaking the situation.
and……
He has no interest in taking the blame for others.
Taniel looked at his friend's expression and knew that his friend had made up his mind.
The teacher from Deer Academy and the second advisor of Lord Police Department couldn't help but sigh.
"Okay, what should we do now?"
Jason kept walking and said as he walked.
"The so-called moth is a creature that yearns for light. However, the closer it is to the light, the clearer the darkness becomes, and it itself will be burned by the candlelight, but at that moment, the light will be brighter!"
"Jason what are you going to do?"
"You don't want to die, do you?"
"We have other ways!"
"Going to a party alone sounds very manly and romantic, but living is everything."
Jason's low groan surprised Taniel.
The teacher from Deer Academy and the second advisor of Lord Police Department immediately dissuaded him.
Jason laughed.
"I am the most greedy for life and fear of death."
"How is it possible to seek death?"
Jason rolled his eyes, and then said in a lower voice: "Moths fly to the flame, everlasting, but who is the moth? Who is the flame? Are you sure?"
Taniel was startled.
"You want to be a hunter?"
Taniel asked in more straightforward terms.
"Everyone wants to be a hunter."
"but……"
"Everyone is prey."
Jason said as he took out the note he had prepared and handed it to Taniel.
"If we follow the instructions above, it might be up to you whether we can make a comeback or not."
Jason asked.
"Um."
Taniel glanced at the information on the note and nodded solemnly.
Then, turn around and leave.
However, as soon as he took a step, he turned back.
"If you dare to lie to me, I will never forgive you!"
"Even if you are dead, I will dig your grave!"
Taniel said seriously.
"Do not worry."
"You have no chance!"
Jason said.
Taniel looked at his friend again, took a deep breath, nodded without speaking again, then turned around and left.
Jason watched Taniel disappear into the alley before continuing to move forward.
He moved his body as he walked.
Then, he took out the hockey mask.
Put it on slowly.
After being blocked by the mask, a slightly dull voice slowly sounded.
"Hunting time."
…
Duke Street, as the name suggests, once lived in a Duke.
Before the Walker Empire was divided into East and West Walker, 'Grand Duke Kerston' owned this place.
This Grand Duke is extremely kind and possesses wealth that is talked about by everyone.
Whenever there was a famine, the Grand Duke would open a granary to release grain.
However, the natural disaster that time was really too much.
After three consecutive years of drought, there were floods throughout the year.
Even the Duke of Kerston, who was said to be extremely wealthy, had no extra food.
but,
The victims didn't believe it.
They surrounded the Grand Duke of Kerston's manor and asked the Grand Duke to help them as he did in previous years. Even though the Grand Duke explained several times, it had no effect.
Moreover, every explanation will make the victims feel deceived and insulted.
Once, twice.
Three times, four times.
In the fifth time, the victims became a mob.
Archduke Kersten was assassinated by an unknown mob.
Then, the bloody day began.
The mob, stimulated by blood, rushed into the manor.
They plundered everything they could see.
They kill everything in sight.
When the blood stained the entire manor, they opened the warehouse.
There is no food.
Although there is some bread stored in the kitchen, there is really no grain in the warehouse.
What Grand Duke Kerston said is true.
The mob was stunned and terrified.
Then?
Most people deceive themselves and others.
Unwilling to continue searching.
then?
Unable to find it, they began to focus on other nobles.
This time I gained a lot.
However, chaos also began to break out in Walker's capital.
Unstoppable.
unstoppable.
Instigated by thoughtful people, the riot of thousands of people quickly snowballed into a riot that swept the entire Walker Empire.
Millions of people participated.
By the time the riots subsided, it was already six months later.
The entire Walker Empire is also divided into East and West Walkers.
West Walker calls itself orthodox.
East Walker was seen as a mob regime.
As for the original Grand Duke Keston?
No bones remain.
The initial mob hanged the Grand Duke at the gate, cut his body into pieces, and burned him.
This is true even for the Grand Duke's children.
The first emperor of Walker, who only left such a Duke Street between East and West, reached a rare tacit understanding. In order to commemorate the Grand Duke, it was renovated and preserved to this day.
Even if someone stated at the time that they had seen the two emperors in front of the Grand Duke's manor when the riot began, it did not change any of the facts.
The emperor is still the emperor.
The speaker is already dead.
And the so-called truth?
Nobody knows.
No need to know either.
Just know that Duke Street is already one of the wealthy areas of Terte, the capital of West Walker.
Today, successful businessmen, mid-level military officers, secretaries of some big shots, etc. live here.
Although it is not as good as those top wealthy areas, it is enough to make people envious.
However, Rathore dismissed this.
If it weren't for the mission of the 'Alliance', he wouldn't have appeared here at all.
Compared to this kind of ‘civilian life’.
What he prefers is the extraordinary life of a 'mysterious person'.
In Rathore's view, civilians who do not possess 'extraordinary power' are just like the cattle and sheep around them, there is no essential difference, they just provide them with 'food'.
Even if he possesses ‘extraordinary power’, he is nothing more than a low-class person.
He is a follower and slave in line with his status.
Only become a ‘professional’!
That's the real person.
And such people must be in the minority.
After all, there are only seventy-seven professionals in each profession.
Some professions have disappeared with the passage of time.
For example: fortune teller.
The 'Star Gazer', who can only reach the third level at the highest level, is really not good enough compared to other professions with 'sixth level'.
However, fortune tellers are still welcomed by all 'professionals'.
Because, it is so convenient.
At this time, Rathore was sitting in front of a third-level ‘star gazer’.
"How? Will it be successful?"
Rathore asked.
"Well, according to the stars, we're going to be very successful."
The fortune teller answered like this.
The fortune teller was wearing a heavy robe and covering his face with a scarf. His voice sounded old, and the only eyes exposed were bright and sharp.
Rathore, who is already a fourth-level ‘assassin’ and a ‘wanderer’, doesn’t want to look at the opponent.
He always thinks he will be seen through.
Even though both parties are in an 'alliance', they both have their own secrets.
No one wants to appear naked in front of the other person.
It's not just embarrassing.
Will...
fatal.
"very good."
After Rathore finished speaking, he stood up and left the room.
Now that the plan is successful.
He just waits for the harvest.
‘Herc’s Potion’…he is bound to win it!
Even if it's refined.
Otherwise, with his talent, a fourth-level ‘assassin’ would be his limit.
It will never be possible to reach level five!
If you don't become level 5, you will never be able to enter the true 'alliance'.
To do this, he had to use some small means.
Fortunately, there is more than one person like him.
The fortune teller in front of me is.
So are the other 'professionals' at 19 Duke Street.
Of course, the assassination of Siwok VII was not led by these people, but was a decision made by the 'Alliance'.
them?
It's just a matter of following the trend on this basis.
As for the end?
Naturally, someone will take the blame.
"Did you really think you were going to get everything?"
Thinking of the chess piece selected by the 'Alliance' and how prosperous it had been in the past few years, Rathore felt a strong sense of jealousy from the bottom of his heart.
However, it was followed by ridicule and ridicule.
"Do you really think you are God's favorite?"
"You have no idea that 'all the gifts given by fate have already been marked with a secret price.' The more you get, the more you will have to pay after tonight!"
Thinking of the happy place, Rathore laughed out loud.
Complete schadenfreude.
However, the laughter stopped abruptly the next moment.
Because he saw Jason.
Jason wears a cloak, holds a double-edged sword, and wears scale armor.
At this moment, the blade of the sword was stained with blood and was slowly dripping.
"Sir Jason, you..."
Rathore started to back away as he spoke.
He wanted to attract Jason.
However, the scene before him was not what he wanted.
Needless to say, his 'allies' are already dead.
He didn't know how Jason could kill three fourth-level 'professionals' in such a short period of time without any sound, and be able to break through the layers of traps they had laid. When it was confirmed that Siwok VII was dead, he
These traps have been activated.
This was also one of the most important reasons why he was sure to unite three fourth-level 'professionals' to kill a dual-professional 'level five'.
The doubts in his heart made Rathore feel extremely uneasy.
He knew very well that he had to take action immediately.
otherwise……
It's death.
So, as Rathore spoke, he pulled the string inside the cuff with his little finger.
This is a set of mechanisms he hides on his body,
Can shoot hidden poisonous needles from the collar buttons.
Of course, it is far from enough to deal with a dual-professional 'Level 5'.
But if you block it a little, you can still do it.
As long as you give him a second, he will be sure to escape.
As a fourth-level ‘Rogue’ of ‘Assassin’, he has such confidence.
But before his little finger touched the string, Jason in front of him drew his sword.
Open and close.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
It's exactly the sword skills of the 'knights'.
but,
Extremely fast!
It was almost unbelievable that Rathore, a fourth-level Assassin and 'Wanderer', didn't react at all and just fell into a pool of blood.
Squeak.
Rathore fell to the ground.
The door behind you opened.
The fortune teller came out.
After looking down at Rathore's body, he sighed softly.
"Ignorance is not terrible."
"Greed is not terrible either."
"Because, everyone in the world is like this."
"only……"
"Flies that are greedy for honey will drown in the honey."
After the fortune teller finished speaking, he looked at Jason in front of him.
Those words seemed to mean something.
Jason in front of him didn't care at all, turned around and left.
"Still so cold."
"Aren't you going to smile?"
"After all, victory is close at hand!"
The fortune teller chuckled and said in a relaxed tone.
"There is no real victory even if it is close at hand."
"When you truly win..."
"talk later."
After Jason finished speaking, his pace quickened.
"Always being so calm makes life boring!"
The fortune teller sighed helplessly.
"Life?"
"This is hell."
Jason said, raising his hand and waving.
call!
A fireball flew into the room behind him.,
The flames rise.
In an instant, the early morning mist that had not yet dissipated was evaporated by the fire.
Like a torch at night.
Like a lighthouse in the middle of the night.
It illuminated Jason, who had just arrived nearby, with a stunned and surprised face hidden by his mask.
