For chasing the enemy, the high-level evil spirits have quite a lot of experience. novel .
In fact, it is not only for chasing, but also for assassination, it is also handy, not only because of talent and skills, but also because of those intermittent memories.
I am an assassin.
No feelings.
Cold-blooded killing.
According to those intermittent memories, the high-ranking evil spirits summed up their possible 'previous lives', and then... there was no more, except for absorbing the experiences in memory, the rest did not affect the high-ranking evil spirits at all.
It is still a high-ranking evil spirit.
Still bound by countless contracts.
Still longing for a real vacation.
Still want to go to the sun.
As for the feelings in memory
nonexistent.
Those fragments of memory, to the high-level evil spirits, look like reading a book. What they are tasting is another person's life, but they will not become themselves after all.
However, some of these experiences are really handy.
Especially after cooperating with its talent and skills at the moment, it is even more powerful.
The higher level evil spirit hiding in the air approached the target step by step.
The opponent is hiding under a piece of frozen soil.
According to the color of the soil, the higher level evil spirit can conclude that this is the hiding place prepared by the other party in advance.
Not only hidden, but also with many traps.
"Hiding nearby?"
"Good choice."
The superior evil spirit commented in this way, and then, the whole body passed through the half-meter-thick ground camouflage, and entered the hiding place of the other party.
This is too simple for the higher level evil spirits.
Just like eating and drinking water.
It looked at the other party who was curled up, as if hibernating, without any anxiety, first raised its hand and tied the satchel on the left waist of the other party, and then, it was the dagger at the hand of the other party, and the dagger hidden in the boot.
After doing all this, the higher level evil spirit grabbed the opponent and dragged him into the soil.
The sudden change caught the target in a special state by surprise.
The strong sense of suffocation caused the opponent to open his eyes suddenly, struggling to break free from the shackles of the upper evil spirit, but it was useless at all, and there was no fear that such an attacking upper evil spirit would pull the opponent deeper and deeper.
It didn't stop until the other party was truly suffocated and unconscious.
Grabbing the opponent, the higher evil spirit pulled him back to the ground.
Not all, though.
The opponent's neck is still in the soil.
This way of burying, ordinary people have already suffocated, but the other party is slowly waking up.
The other party saw the high-ranking evil spirit who had turned into an ordinary man at a glance. Recalling the scenes that just happened, the expression of this amateur assassin, who seemed to the high-ranking evil spirit, changed several times.
Then, he tightly pursed his lips.
The other party knew very well why the higher level evil spirit didn't kill him.
But because of this, he couldn't speak.
At least, not now.
"can we talk?"
The upper evil spirit spoke slowly.
The assassin buried in the soil didn't say a word, and even closed his eyes.
Seeing the other party's uncooperative attitude, the superior evil spirit smiled.
"do you know?"
"You should be thankful."
"You met me, not my boss."
"If it was my boss, you would have been killed by this time, and me?"
"It won't be so rough."
The higher evil spirit said, and snapped its fingers like Qin Ran.
Its unique [Illusion] ability directly enveloped the opponent.
The closed eyes are useless, even, this better cooperates with the higher evil spirits.
Tick, tick.
The sound of water dripping rang in the other party's ears, and a familiar smell entered his nose. As a qualified assassin, he could be sure that it was the smell of blood.
Very fresh blood.
Step, step.
It was the sound of leather boots stepping on the blood. The footsteps were heavy. It should be a fat person.
Moreover, the other party is approaching.
As the footsteps approached, the smell of blood became stronger, and he couldn't help but opened his eyes.
Then, he saw a figure that was two meters tall, wearing a leather apron, holding a sharp knife and a meat hook in his hand. Behind the other party, an unlucky guy with his throat cut was hanging there, with blood in his throat It was almost completely sprayed, only a little blood remained, dripping drop by drop, everything he heard and smelled just now came here.
He looked around blankly.
This is a room without windows. There is a completely closed iron door in the distance. The surrounding walls are all covered with blood, and the ground is full of blood and flesh, just like a slaughterhouse.
Wasn't I buried in the ground just now
How come here
Subconsciously, he wanted to move his hands and feet.
Only then did he realize that he was firmly bound to a metal chair, without even a chance to move.
The sound of struggling attracted the fat figure.
"woke up?"
"Don't worry, it's your turn soon."
While the other party said this, he shaved the hook with the sharp knife in his hand.
The hook was black, it was cold, and it was full of burrs. With the friction of the sharp knife, sparks kept coming out.
His pupils shrank.
Because, he suddenly discovered that this hook was exactly the same as the one that caught the corpse in the distance.
Then, before he could react, the fat figure pinched his neck and pressed down slightly, revealing his back. He wanted to resist, but the strength of the other party was incredible, there was no any use.
He heard the butcher-like guy let out a grin.
But the harshest thing was the sound of the hook being swung down.
Woo!
puff!
The voice didn't stop at all, showing the skill and ruthlessness of the butcher. When the severe pain filled his body, he couldn't suppress it anymore, and blurted out a scream.
"Ah!"
"stop!"
He yelled at the other party, but the other party was completely indifferent and continued his behavior: piercing his body with a meat hook.
He could even feel the icy meat hook moving through his body, passing directly through the gap between his ribs and hooking his spine.
At this time, he finally understood what the burrs on the meat hook were for.
Every time the hook moved, the burrs would cause him excruciating pain.
When the meat hook stopped moving, his whole body was already drenched in cold sweat. Even if the butcher loosened the chains that bound him, he couldn't move. He could only let the other party hang him on the chains on the ceiling. .
Crash!
With a sound of the iron chain, the iron chain not far away trembled, and the unlucky guy who lost his life just turned around under the action of the iron hook, looking at him with a pair of dull, lusterless eyes.
Inexplicably, he felt flustered from the bottom of his heart.
It's not that he hasn't seen dead people.
There are no longer a few who kill with their own hands.
However, he never thought that the dead would be so terrifying.
Looking at each other, he thought of himself.
I'm afraid it will be my turn in a few seconds, right
No!
can not be like this!
He growled inwardly.
"etc!"
"You can't do this to me!"
"We can trade!"
"I'll give you what you want, and you let me go?"
he spoke.
The butcher who was moving the chair was stunned. The other party raised his head, and there was a sneer on his ugly face that made him feel weird.
"Are you a fool?"
"Have you forgotten how you got here?"
"Think about it, it's in your head."
The other party asked back.
He who was suspended was at a loss under the rhetorical question, and bursts of raving came from his mouth.
"My hiding place was discovered, I was captured, and after being tortured, I lost my use value. Then, I was sent here... No! I haven't lost my use value yet!"
"I still have something to say!"
"You don't even know who the instigator behind my scenes is!"
Recalling the scene, he roared loudly.
At this time, he completely ignored the so-called Assassin Rules.
It's true to survive.
Thinking of the instigator behind the scenes in his mind, he prayed that the butcher in front of him would report the news.
Just report it up.
He has room to bargain.
He can live.
But to his surprise, the other party shook his head.
"No, it's impossible."
The other party replied decisively.
"You don't know the importance of this news, you don't know at all..."
"I know, I know too."
"Isn't that Baron Nora?"
The fat butcher interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
He froze.
He looked at each other with disbelief.
"how do you know?"
he questioned.
"How do I know?"
"Good question."
"Of course you told me!"
As he spoke, the fat butcher snapped his fingers again, and the slaughterhouse-like scene in front of him disappeared.
He was also buried in the ground.
Before him stood the man who had captured him.
"Phantom, hallucination?"
The other party muttered to himself in a daze, then quickly shook his head and said, "Impossible! Impossible! What was just now was not an illusion, but what is in front of me!"
"Yes, the one in front of you is!"
Looking at the prisoner he convinced himself, a trace of disdain appeared in the eyes of the upper evil spirit.
"It looks powerful, but it is actually too fragile to be vulnerable."
"How can a guy who wants to escape from reality become an excellent assassin?"
"It's really useless."
Using [evil spirit intuition], the superior evil spirit, who has insight into the mentality of the prisoner in front of him, ignored the other party, but 'looked' at the evil around him like a thick fog.
In Nan Nan's soliloquy, these evil mist began to surge.
In an instant, it got into the captive's body.
The captive who was buried in the ground hugged his head, and his murmur turned into a roar of victory.
"right!"
"This is not my fault!"
"It's the world that's wrong!"
With such words, the opponent's body swelled rapidly, scales protruded from the opponent's pores, and the normal face began to distort, and the facial features could no longer be distinguished.
And the land that binds the opponent is broken free by the opponent.
"I want to correct this mistake!"
The opponent jumped onto the ground, roaring.
With a body that is two meters high, he looks very extraordinary in his roar.
Then, the other party began to look for the upper evil spirit.
This is the first mistake he corrected!
The moment the other party bowed his head, a palm stretched out from behind the other party and passed over the other party's neck.
The other party maintained the appearance of roaring to the sky, standing upright, but the head was quietly picked off by the higher evil spirit.
puff!
The blood in the chest rushed to the sky.
Like a stroll in the courtyard, the higher-ranking evil spirit avoided the rain of blood, and casually threw away the head in its hand.
"An enemy who doesn't even have reason is the easiest to deal with."
As it spoke, it looked at the mist-like evil spirits that overflowed from the opponent's body. The higher-ranking evil spirits could judge that these evil breaths were a little more dense than before.
"Swallow?"
"No, it's not!"
"The clone of the boss is not so inferior and ineffective, it should be..."
"assimilation!"
A word suddenly flashed in the heart of the upper evil spirit.
Then, it picked up its loot and prepared to return to its boss.
At this moment, an inexplicable line of sight, as if cast from the sky, scanned here from far to near.
The upper evil spirit narrowed his eyes.
The direction of the line of sight is the boss.
The boss must have discovered this line of sight, but the boss did not notify me, which means that I was treated as a pathfinding stone again...
Suddenly, the upper level evil spirit wanted to go back to the West Coast.
Why me again
Arrogance, laziness, and gluttony are all there!
They can too!
I don't want to die so badly every time!
The bottom of my heart roared again and again.
However, the action of the upper evil spirit was not slow. When this line of sight was about to approach here, he pretended to have just sensed this line of sight, turned around and ran away.
That line of sight paused.
Then, he began to chase after the high-ranking evil spirit rapidly.
It's like a hound that has spotted a fox.
…
"Good job."
Qin Ran, who was sitting in the carriage, saw this scene with the help of the contract, and couldn't help but frightened his palms slightly, as if applauding the reaction of the higher evil spirit.
"Hopefully there will be a good result."
Thinking in his heart, Qin Ran looked outside the carriage.
The assassin's interrogation was over, and Pohl didn't get the information he wanted, not even a little bit of useful information.
Because, the other party received the task from the underground bounty guild.
"I never thought my head would be worth 500 Kimptons."
After dealing with the captives and returning to the carriage, Boer frowned while signaling the bodyguards to move on.
"is it a lot?"
Qin Ran asked.
He thought it was necessary for him to understand the coin value of this world.
This is the quality that a lone traveler should have, and has nothing to do with instinct.
"Quite a lot for the average person!"
"A brand-new arquebus costs about 3 Kimptons, and a healthy, robust logger earns about 8-10 copper grams for a normal day's work in the border Morsa, where a whole loaf of black bread costs 6 copper grams , It is more expensive in Eitantinople, about 7 copper grams, of course, the salary of ordinary workers in Eitantinople will be higher."
"20 copper grams for 1 silver sol, 16 silver sols for 1 Kimpton."
"You can calculate how many grams of copper my head is worth."
"And the Kimpton I'm going to buy the title of Lordship is only 3,000."
Pol smiled wryly.
8000 silver sols.
160000 grams of copper.
Approximately equal to 26666 whole loaves of black bread.
Qin Ran, who was inexplicably sensitive to numbers, came up with the answer instantly.
Then, he paused and pointed to the top of his head.
"How much is my loot worth?"
Qin Ran asked seriously.
"Probably 70-80 Kimptons."
Boer was keenly aware of the change in Qin Ran's expression, and immediately became serious.
"And what about my captive?"
Qin Ran continued to ask seriously.
"We need to see if he has a reward, but there are usually people like him, and he is still alive, so the number is definitely quite a lot."
Bohr said this after careful consideration.
I don't know, whether it's an illusion, Boer found that after he gave the answer, the Lord of the 'Fire Demon' seemed...in a good mood
Does he care how much these trophies can be exchanged for
No!
impossible!
How can the majestic 'flame demon' care about ordinary currency.
There must be some secret that I haven't discovered!
Thinking like this, Bohr began to look around carefully, trying to find the difference—
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