Cthulhu Gonfalon

There was no light in the pub, only a few moonlights passed through the window, and the light came in and lit.

This light is not enough to illuminate, the buddy's buddy and boss are not there, the black hole pub is empty, only three people sitting in the corner, sitting next to two tables.

"Well, the two have something to talk about, although I am talking about it, I am just a notary." The man sitting alone at a table wore a high hat and said with a low voice that could not even hear the gender. "You can be when I don't exist."

The other two sitting next to the table did not respond to his words, just silent.

After a while, one of them spoke up: "Because the 'Good Horse' count gave the assassination a character from the inside of the merchants, it is now difficult to produce a better stimulus and provocative effect by killing the aristocratic soldiers or lords. I think it can Change the target, assassinate the important figures of the merchants, and attack the caravan. Compared with the aristocrats who have the final say, the merchants are much weaker to the subordinates. As long as they stimulate them, they will easily endure. Live and get angry."

This person is naturally a middle-aged man who has just been transferred from the pirate to killer in previous years. He finally persuaded the middleman to invite the employer to discuss the matter in person.

The person sitting with him was covered in a hooded robes. He couldn’t see the age or gender. After listening to his words, he was silent for a while, and answered with a voice full of magnetism but unable to distinguish between men and women: "You are sure to attack the businessman. Party, the effect will be better?"

"It's not that the effect is better, but in this case, it is only possible to attack the merchants."

The employer was silent for a while, then sighed with a voice that was almost undetectable.

He (she?) seems to be somewhat unhappy.

But the middle-aged people did not talk, and he insisted on his own opinions.

After a while, the employer said: "The so-called killer is actually a businessman?"

“It’s almost like saying that the ‘goods’ that are sold are more special.”

"Attacking merchants, don't you have the same sense of guilt?"

“I used to be a pirate, and the main income came from attacking merchant ships.”

The employer was silent again. After a while, he (she?) finally accepted the advice of the middle-aged.

"If you think that is better, just do it." I don't know if it is because of the unhappiness, the sound sounds a bit frustrating. "In short, I just have to see the effect."

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded and stood up and turned away.

When he went far, the employer said to the middleman next to him: "Is this killer's idea reliable?"

"I am a middleman. I am not responsible for any thoughts and practices of you." The middleman still replies with a low-key voice with no features. "So I can't answer your question, Mr. Hyde."

The employer, known as Mr. Hyde, sighed again and stood up and went out.

After a long time, the middle talent got up and left the back door of the pub.

But he did not know that his trace was completely in the eyes of others.

It falls in the eyes of a person who is invisible and floating in the air, watching him coldly.

The man watched him walk into an empty house and watched him make up his appearance. He watched him return to his residence, recorded the things of today, and finally smiled coldly.

"Being cautious, but useless," he said.

"You are also very cautious." Another voice came.

"when did you come?"

"Just." The later voice said, "I thought you needed help."

"I never need help!" The first voice seemed a little unpleasant.

"I know that you have the ability, but there is nothing wrong with a little helper." The second voice smiled and said, "What's more, I asked for your sire and got his approval before coming."

The first voice was silent for a while and sighed.

"How are you going to help me?" he asked.

"My plan is to create some evidence for you not to be present." The second voice said, "Of course, it is for the 'Prince's Royal Highness' to make evidence of absence. As for Mr. Hyde, anyway, he is a **** who has no hidden tail. Who can't trace him, isn't it?"

"...I hate that identity!" The first voice sighed. "Even if it is a prince, why is it a princess?"

"This is not something we can decide. The body that can be merged with us is very rare. You can find a human body. It is already lucky. I once came down with a goblin body... you absolutely imagine Not that it has multiple flavors! I washed it almost ten times in various ways, and the skin on my body was washed off a layer, so I could barely stand it."

The first voice made a few low laughs: "You never said this before."

"This is not something to be boasted about..." The second voice said helplessly. "If you are lucky, find a dragon's body, then you don't have to ask, I will boast a few hundred times."

"What body are you going to use this time?"

"I haven't found a suitable one yet." The second voice said, "You know, I just got down, I don't have a clue at the moment, I need to find it slowly."

"If you can't do it, use the body of the Golem." The first voice suggested.

"The magic body has many problems. The biggest problem is that the combat power cannot be fully utilized. It can only be used as a final alternative. If I can, I still hope to find a human body as much as possible." The second voice sighed. It’s a pity to say it, my descendants don’t live up to expectations, killing a genocide, or else...”

"My descendants are not so good. The purest and purest genius has excellent warlock talent, but it is managed very tightly. It can only be sold by selling its own beauty. What the ghost 'princess' is, but They were sold to others every day to prove that their family did not seek the resurrection of the country.... It’s still the **** of development, the descendants of their family, and the three legendary powerhouses. So thriving, that’s great!”

"Remember that we were in the same position in the past. Now that people are already true gods, we are still gods..." The second voice said with dismay. "If our future generations can also compete for a little, how good!"

"He is not only a generation of victors, but also good luck. Do you remember the virtues of the Eight Knights? Do they have any contending generations? As long as we continue to work hard, there will be such opportunities sooner or later."

The two voices talked for a while, and they turned into streamers and flew away in two directions.