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"You are now considered the public enemy of the entire continent." The black cat lay on the counter and shook his tail, looking at Le Jing with gloating, "Killers from all over the continent will come one after another to assassinate you for the generous bounty. You die. It’s settled.”

Le Jing was actually not too surprised to be wanted by the church and the entire continent.

Napoleon once said: "There are only two forces in the world: the sword and ideas. In the long run, the sword always loses to ideas."

Le Jing has never underestimated the terrifying power of thoughts. Thought is the most terrifying weapon that humans possess. It is sharper than the sharpest weapon and stronger than the strongest shield. It can easily arm a weak person into a powerful warrior, and it can also make an octogenarian regain his strength. Rejuvenate vitality. People are strong because of their thoughts, and they are immortal because of their thoughts.

Therefore, rulers throughout the ages have more or less "foolishly educated" the people. Having too many thoughtful people is not a good thing for the stability of the country.

Moreover, Le Jing is not worried about his life safety. Le Ling, who already has enough energy, can help him defend against any malicious attacks.

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He held his head and looked at Victor with a half-smile: "Are you willing?"

The black cat raised his head and reluctantly admitted: "It's true that I'm a little reluctant. After all, you look so delicious." He looked at Le Jing intently and swallowed, "You are going to die anyway, so instead of taking advantage of others, It’s better to let me eat you.”

"I haven't lived enough yet, and I don't want to die yet." Le Jing smiled and scratched his chin. The black cat couldn't help but squint its eyes, and purred comfortably in its throat. The voice was as soft as cotton candy, "Then you can Sign a contract with me, I will protect you, as long as you give me your soul and body after death."

Le Jing made a movement with his hand, which caused a dissatisfied protest in the black cat's throat. He quickly continued to groom the cat master: "I thought what you always wanted to eat was my soul?"

Even though Black Cat's comfortable eyes were narrowed to a slit, his pupils were still staring at Lejing with salivation, and his nose was sniffing his hand intoxicatedly: "The soul is the dinner, the body is the dessert, each has its own tasty."

Le Jing looked at the black cat who couldn't help but put his finger into his mouth and chewed it hard, and reluctantly pulled his finger out of its mouth.

The fingers were covered with cat saliva, but there were no teeth marks at all. He rubbed the black cat's shiny fur in disgust: "Didn't you already know that you couldn't eat me?"

Victor knows this too. This human being obviously has no magic power fluctuations in his body, but he can use a weird defensive magic. No matter how much Victor tries, he can't leave any wounds on his body. This makes Victor very frustrated.

Therefore, the black cat responded plausibly to the young man's question: "It's okay if you can't eat it and taste it!"

Le Jing:……

Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door, "Please come in." Le Jing said, "The door is unlocked."

The door was pushed open, and a strange man wrapped in a black cloak walked in from the outside. The cloak was dirty and he looked like a traveler who had seen a lot of travel.

"Welcome." Le Jing stood up and showed a friendly smile, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The traveler pulled down his cloak and hat, revealing a pale and young face. He has blond hair and blue eyes, a high nose and deep eyes, typical of the Aryan race. The only thing that reveals his alien identity is a pair of pointed ears that do not belong to humans. Victor recognized his identity at a glance - a half-elf.

The half-elf looked down at the ground with an expressionless face. It must be said that he had a pair of beautiful eyes, like the forest after a storm, with a thrilling green color. However, he was so good-looking and the vibrant green couldn't cover up the lifelessness in his eyes, which made him look strangely out of place.

"Orientals?" he asked softly, his voice as low as if he was talking to himself.

"Yes, I am." Le Jing's voice seemed to frighten him. He glanced at him quickly in panic, then glanced at Victor, and whispered: "Black cat."

In the eyes of many Westerners, black cats are a symbol of bad luck. There is even a saying that if you see a black cat in the morning, you will be unlucky throughout the day.

Victor narrowed his eyes and stood up, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

Le Jing almost thought that the traveler thought so too, until the traveler raised his head again and asked softly: "Are you a black dragon?"

Le Jing was stunned for a moment, and was keenly caught by the traveler. He moved the corner of his mouth and showed a strange and stiff smile: "My name is Keynes." He said lightly: "I came here to kill you."

His eyebrows were calm and quiet. Even if he said he wanted to kill Le Jing, his eyes were as dark as ever. There was no anger or murderous intention in them, as if he had just made a joke.

Le Jing looked at him curiously: "Are you a killer?"

Keynes thought for a moment, shook his head, and explained seriously: "They call me a ghoul and a murderer, so I shouldn't be a killer."

Hearing such an answer, the young man was not afraid, but asked with interest: "Why do I call you that? Is it because you killed many people?"

Keynes lowered his eyes habitually and replied obediently: "I haven't counted them. I probably killed a lot of people."

In Victor's opinion, this was undoubtedly an extremely absurd scene. The killer who came to hunt the prey communicated peacefully with the prey, and there was no sinister atmosphere between the two. Cairns answered all the questions of Le Jing, and he was as obedient as a primary school student answering the teacher's questions. For Le Jing, a strange human, Victor would not feel strange about anything he did. But Cairns, who claimed to come to kill Le Jing, acted like this, which made Victor feel a subtle sense of disharmony.

If Victor had not smelled the thick and indissoluble bloody smell from the young man named Cairns, he might have really been deceived by his harmless appearance.

This harmless half-elf was filled with a stronger and more fishy smell of blood than him, a demon from the abyss! His title of ghoul and murderer was not in vain. He bet that he had killed at least tens of thousands of people.

However...

Victor lay down again and yawned without interest.

He finally understood what this subtle sense of disharmony was.

This man has a soul that does not match his strength. His soul light is weak, turbid, and floating in a haze. It is completely different from Le Jing, and is the taste that Victor dislikes the most.

He shook his tail boredly, stood up, and wanted to jump off the counter and leave here, but his action attracted Keynes' attention. The half-elf glanced at him, and in an instant, it was like a 10,000-ton boulder pressing on Victor. His body fell straight off the counter without warning, and he was tightly attached to the ground with his five bodies prostrated.

He struggled desperately, but felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his internal organs seemed to be squeezed out of his body, and there was a faint smell of blood in his throat. Since he became an adult, he has not been suppressed by such a powerful force for hundreds of years.

"You are not the target of the mission." Keynes said expressionlessly: "If you are obedient and don't move, then I won't kill you."

Victor slowly stretched his body obediently and stopped struggling. Sure enough, the pressure on his body was relieved, and he finally got a chance to breathe.

Damn it! He got up in a panic, looking at the half-elf in doubt. With such a powerful force, is he the Elf King? A half-elf, is it possible? But no matter what he is, Victor will not underestimate him. Although his soul is weak, he is undoubtedly a strong man.

Meanwhile, Keynes politely asked Le Jing, "Excuse me, how do you want to die?"

Le Jing looked calm, as if he didn't see Victor's embarrassed look, and said casually as if he was chatting with a friend, "If possible, I prefer sea burial. Burning my body to ashes, and then scattering it into the sea on a beautiful evening with a sunset, is the most romantic thing I can think of."

Keynes thought for a while, "After I kill you, I can write your request on paper, and I hope your friends can meet your request."

Le Jing smiled and rejected his kindness, "Sorry, I have no plans to die yet."

"People always have to die." Keynes pulled out a sharp dagger from his sleeve unmoved, "I like you very much, so I will kill you myself."

Le Jing blinked, and the next second the dagger in Keynes' hand was already on his neck, and the cold touch was tightly against his skin, making him a little uncomfortable.

He raised his head and found that Keynes was half a head taller than him. It was probably because he was too thin that he didn't look tall.

Keynes lowered his head, his eyes were lifeless, the corners of his mouth were straight, and he asked in a flat voice: "Do you have any last words?"

Although the knife was already on the neck of this oriental man, his eyes did not have the fear and resentment that Keynes usually saw in the eyes of the dead, but were full of pity and ridicule.

"Why are you not afraid?" he asked.

"It's so pitiful." The young man said.

A nameless fire suddenly appeared in Keynes' heart.

He threateningly lowered the dagger on the young man's neck and asked coldly: "What did you say?"

"I said, it's so pitiful." The young man's penetrating and sharp eyes seemed to touch his soul through his body, "You don't even have a self, you just live."

"This world does not belong to you."

"You are an alien who doesn't fit in."

"You are a monster." The young man showed a beautiful smile, "A monster different from me."

Keynes opened his eyes wide, and the hand holding the dagger trembled for the first time.

Every saint has a past that cannot be told, and every sinner has a future that is spotless.

The young man stared at the half-elf who was shocked, smiled and asked softly: "Do you want to stay here to work? I still need a clerk."

I am looking forward to your future.