hunter rule

"This will be my last wish, Mr. Sigal, I hope you can fulfill it."

Zhao Guangli faced the man in front of him and said calmly.

The things placed on the ground were almost all of Zhao Guangli's property. He looked at Sigal with burning eyes and a sincere voice.

"oh?"

Sigal seemed to have seen something interesting, his expression became a little funny, and the short blade slowly stretched out in front of Zhao Guangli. Zhao Guangli could almost feel the sharpness of the metal weapon.

"You're quite interesting."

Sigal asked: "What is your name?"

"Brown Jonas."

Zhao Guangli said seriously.

"This is the name of a Western race...but you are obviously of Eastern descent. This is very strange."

Sigal simply pointed out the problem: "I actually don't mind others lying to me, but the fate of those who lie to me will not be particularly good."

Only then did Zhao Guangli remember that the effect of his shape-changing medicine had no effect on professionals. What he looked like in Sigal's eyes at this moment was not a red-haired Brown Jonas, but a black-haired and yellow-haired man.

Skin of oriental boys.

"All right."

Zhao Guangli raised his hand: "My name is Zhao Guangli, and this is my real name."

"This name sounds good." Sigal commented: "You are the first person to ask me for a way to die. You make me feel very interesting."

"Then you agree?"

Zhao Guangli raised his eyebrows slightly.

"why not?"

Sigal had a deceitful smile on his face: "In the dark world of Black Iron Castle, my nickname is...The Head-Cutter."

After saying this, a trace of thinking flashed in Gu Xintong's eyes.

This head-cutter seems to be quite famous.

"This nickname is quite intimidating."

Zhao Guangli said this. He suppressed his nervousness and spoke seriously to Sigal.

Sigal was a little frustrated at the moment: "Don't you think this nickname is stupid?"

"I used to be a bounty hunter, and I was used to cutting off the heads of criminals with bounties on them to collect the bounty... Later, after I became a knight, I couldn't change this habit."

Sigal seemed to be annoyed: "It wasn't until I came back to my senses that I realized that the nickname "Head-Beheader" had already been assigned to me.

"Isn't this nice?"

Zhao Guangli gently pulled Gu Xintong's clothes and told her not to make any movements.

"No, this is not good at all."

Xigal's voice rose an octave, startling Zhao Guangli.

"What does a little mouse like you know!"

"This nickname limits my performance!"

"Every time before I act, I have to consider whether I should cut off the opposite head this time. If I don't, others won't know it was me."

Sigal looked a little excited: "In that case, does my nickname... Head-cutter have any meaning?"

Zhao Guangli was actually not quite able to understand the brain circuit of the skinny man in front of him, but at this moment, he felt that this topic could be continued.

"really."

Zhao Guangli nodded: "The iconic killing method is both an advantage and a burden."

"by the way."

"Perhaps you can really consider me as your disciple. In fact, I am also very interested in beheading."

What Zhao Guangli is showing now is that of a young man who still wants to struggle.

And this look fell in Sigal's eyes.

Sigal thought for a moment and shook his head in frustration: "I'm sorry, although I quite like you, but it's too stupid to do this."

"So I'm still going to die?"

Zhao Guangli asked.

He looked towards the vast basement and towards the huge Impes family crest, accurately expressing the despair of being intercepted at the last step.

"Yes."

Sigal nodded, and the short blade on his cuffs swayed slightly as he nodded, making Zhao Guangli a little frightened.

"But I can indeed make an exception, because your request is quite good."

Zhao Guangli sighed: "The knight with the curse, no matter what, sounds taller than the head-cutter."

"large and luxurious?"

Sigal asked.

"It means noble."

Sigal continued to nod, seemingly satisfied with Zhao Guangli's evaluation. He pointed at Zhao Guangli's forehead with his short blade: "I agree."

Zhao Guangli looked like he was going to die calmly all over his face at this moment.

"but……"

When Xigal changed the subject, Zhao Guangli suddenly became nervous.

"This woman can't do it."

"She cut me with a razor blade before. I want to cut off her head, that's for sure."

Zhao Guangli stopped Gu Xintong behind him: "Mr. Xigal, this... is not good."

Sigal's face showed an expression of impatience, and he swung the sharp short blade in his hand. The blood on it didn't seem to have completely cooled down.

"You talk too much, I don't need any bargaining."

Sigal brought his withered face closer to Zhao Guangli: "Now, you can simply die first."

A strange, sticky aura erupted from Sigal's body, but it was not a direct impact. A dry and noisy aura slowly extended along Sigal's light blue fighting spirit to Zhao.

On Guangli's body.

"Viscous Curse, although you are just an ordinary person, at this critical moment, I still have to say that you are quite knowledgeable."

"I spent a lot of money to weaponize this curse from the extraordinary forces on Neil France's side."

"Although it's just a slow curse, for ordinary people, it's enough to cause death."

Sigal's expression showed obvious enjoyment. He was intoxicated with the joy of harvesting life and could not extricate himself.

He was willing to hear the screams and despairing eyes of the murdered as they were dying. This was how life should disappear.

Sigal has already begun to consider that the next time he attacks, he should not use the low-tech method of beheading, but at least make some reputation in the dark world.

Sigal watched as the sticky curse attached itself to the boy in front of him. This thin boy should not be able to survive the curse for fifty seconds.

"Goodbye, kid."

At this moment, Sigal noticed that the face of the girl who had been hiding behind Zhao Guangli became calm, as if everything had settled.

Sigal opened his eyes wide, feeling a little strange.

What is this, what is this expression?

Is this...desperation?

Is it the despair of knowing that your young life is about to be ended by yourself?

But having said that, the girl in the white dress in front of her was really amazingly beautiful, and Sigal felt that she was wasting a little too much.

After coming back to his senses, Sigal shook his head and looked at the cursed boy.

The young man waved to himself at this moment, as if saying goodbye.

At this time, Sigal's eyes were a little dazed.

"Goodbye, Mr. Sigal."

Zhao Guangli said.