The Demon’s Menu

19 Duke Street?

Tanir was taken aback, and then he thought of the ordinary-faced young man they had met when they came to the'House of the Night Watch' before, pretending to be a mysterious young man who called himself'Rasor'.

"They did it?"

The appearance of the other party's coincidence, as well as the decisive expression afterwards, gave Tanil reason to doubt the other party.

The teacher of the Deer Academy and the second adviser of the Lord Police Department frowned.

"If they had planned everything long ago, we'd better not go to 19 Duke Street now."

"because…"

"That Rasol may be looking for a scapegoat for the'Alliance'!"

Tanil said seriously.

"Ok."

Jason did not oppose Tanier's words.

On the contrary, Jason also thinks what Tanier said is reasonable.

Will a messenger who has never been masked, an organization that has never dealt with before, have good intentions?

maybe.

Maybe not.

The latter has a higher proportion.

From the appearance of the young man who claimed to be "Rasor", it was the other party who was throwing bait.

It doesn't matter if he is desperate to go to 19 Duke Street, or he is angry to seek revenge.

There, the other party must be prepared accordingly.

As for staying in the "Night Watchman's House"?

It is also the other side's opinion.

He, a murderer who assassinated Siwalk VII, staying in the'House of the Night Watch' will only bring disaster to the'House of the Night Watch'.

The strength of the ‘Night Watchman’s House’ is definitely not weak.

Including those ‘trainees’, there are nearly 30 ‘professionals’.

Put it anywhere, it is the strength that makes people dazzle.

But in West Walker.

In the capital Tert, it is not enough to sit back and relax.

The Royal Family of Westwalk, the Prince Ruitai, faced with such a thing, would definitely unite like never before—even if they looked good and divorced, the power they gathered could not be resisted by the people of the ‘Night Watcher’s House’.

Therefore, he must leave the ‘Night Watchman’s House’.

Must also go to 19 Duke Street.

There will be the key to breaking the game.

and…

He doesn't have a hobby of acting on behalf of others.

Tanil looked at his friend's expression and knew that his friend had made up his mind.

The teacher of the Deer Academy, the second adviser of the Lord Police Department, couldn't help sighing.

"Well, what should we do now?"

Jason kept walking, he said as he walked.

"The so-called moth is a creature that yearns for light. However, the closer it is to the light, the more the darkness becomes clearer, and it itself will be burned out by candlelight—but at that moment, the light will be brighter!"

"Jason, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you trying to die?"

"We have other ways!"

"It sounds like a man's romance to go to the meeting alone, but there is everything in life."

Jason's low groan surprised Tanil.

The teacher of the Deer Academy and the second adviser of the Lord Police Department immediately dissuaded him.

Jason smiled.

"I am the most greedy of life and fear of death."

"How is it possible to seek death?"

Jason rolled his eyes, and then said in a lower voice: "The moths fight to the fire, it is the same forever, but-who is the moth? Who is the flame? Are you sure?"

Tanil was startled.

"Do you want to be a hunter?"

Tanil asked in a more blunt language.

"Everyone wants to be a hunter."

"but…"

"Everyone is prey."

Jason said that he took out the note he had prepared long ago and handed it to Tanier.

"According to the above, we'd better be able to make a comeback, maybe it's up to you."

Jason asked.

"Ok."

Tanier glanced at the message on the note and nodded solemnly.

Then, turned around and left.

However, after taking a step, I turned around.

"If you dare to lie to me, I will never forgive you!"

"Even if you are dead, I will plan your grave!"

Tanil said seriously.

"Do not worry."

"You have no chance!"

Jason said.

Tanier looked at his friend again, took a deep breath, did not speak any more, but nodded, then turned and left.

After Jason watched Tanil disappear into the alley, he moved on.

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 sounded slowly—

"Hunt the moment."

…

Duke Street, as the name suggests, once lived with a Duke.

Before the Walker Empire was divided into East Walker, the ‘Archduke of Buston’ owned this place.

This grand prince is extremely kind and possesses a fortune that is talked about.

Every time there was a famine, the grand prince would open a warehouse to release grain.

However, the natural disaster that time was too much for the warehouse.

After three consecutive years of drought, floods throughout the year.

Even the Grand Duke of Corston, who is known as a rich and enemy country, has no extra food.

but,

The victims did not believe it.

They besieged in front of the manor of Lord Corston and asked the Lord to help them as usual. Even if the Lord explained it several times, it didn't have any 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 mobs.

Archduke Kirston was assassinated by an unknown mob.

Then, the **** day began.

The mob, stimulated by blood, rushed into the manor.

They robbed everything they could see.

They killed everything they could see.

When the blood stained the entire manor, they opened the warehouse.

There is no food.

Although some bread is stored in the kitchen, there is really no grain in the warehouse.

What Archduke Kirston said is true.

The mob were stunned and panicked.

then?

Most people deceive themselves.

Unwilling to continue searching.

then?

Unable to find them, they began to look at other nobles.

This time it has been very rewarding.

However, chaos also began to erupt in Walker's capital.

Unstoppable.

unstoppable.

Thousands of people's riots quickly snowballed into a riot that swept the entire Walker empire, provoked by those who wanted to.

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 Walker.

West Walker hailed itself as orthodox.

East Walker is regarded as the regime of the mob.

As for the original Duke of Buston?

There is no bones left.

The first mob hanged the grand prince at the gate, then divided the body and burned it.

Including the grand prince’s children, this is the case.

Only such a Duke Street was left—the first emperor of East Walker reached a rare tacit understanding. In order to mourn the grand prince, it has been renovated and has been preserved to this day.

Even if someone stated at the time that they had seen these two emperors in front of the Grand Duke's manor at the beginning of the riots, it did not change any facts.

The emperor is still the emperor.

The declarant is already dead.

And the so-called truth?

Nobody knows.

No need to know.

As long as you know that Duke Street is already one of the wealthy districts in Telte, the capital of West Walker.

Today, there are successful businessmen, middle-level officers, secretaries of some big names, and so on.

Although not comparable to those top wealthy areas, it is enough to make people envious.

However, Russell dismissed it.

If it weren't for the mission of the "Alliance", he wouldn't be here at all.

In contrast, this kind of ‘civilian life’.

What he prefers is the extraordinary life of the ‘mysterious side person’.

In Rasor's opinion, the civilians who cannot possess ‘extraordinary power’ are just like the cows and sheep around them, there is no essential difference, that is, they are provided with ‘food’.

Even if one possesses ‘extraordinary power’, he’s just an inferior person.

It is a follower and servant who fits his own identity.

Only to 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 occupations also disappeared in the long river of time with the passage of time.

For example: fortune teller.

The ‘star-gazer’s fortune-teller’ who can only reach Tier 3 is not enough compared to other professions with ‘6th Tier’.

However, fortune-tellers are still welcomed by all ‘professionals’.

Because it is so convenient.

At this time, Rasor was sitting in front of a third-order ‘star-gazer’.

"How? Will it succeed?"

Rasol asked.

"Well, following the trajectory of the stars, we will be a great success."

The fortuneteller answered like this.

Wearing a heavy robe and covering his face with a face towel, the fortuneteller's voice was old, and the only exposed eyes were bright and sharp.

Already a Tier 4 ‘Assassin’, Rasol, as a ‘Rogue’, didn’t want to look at each other either.

He always thinks he will be seen through.

Even if both parties are in an ‘union’, they have their own secrets.

No one wants to appear naked in front of each other.

It's not just embarrassment.

Will...

fatal.

"well."

After Rasol finished speaking, he got up and left the room.

Now that the plan is successful.

He just waits for the harvest.

‘Helke’s Potion’... He is bound to win!

Even the refined one is the same.

Otherwise, with his talent, Tier 4'Assassin' would be the limit.

It will never be possible to reach Tier 5!

Without becoming Tier 5, it will never be possible to enter the real ‘alliance’.

To this end, he had to use some small means.

Fortunately, there is more than one person like him.

The fortuneteller in front of him is.

So are the other ‘professionals’ in 19 Duke Street.

Of course, the assassination of Siwalk VII was not led by them, but a decision made by the ‘Alliance’.

they?

It's just on this basis, just take advantage of the trend.

As for the end?

Naturally there will be people backing the pot.

"Do you really think you will get everything?"

Thinking of the chess piece selected by the "Alliance", Rasoul's jealousy arose from the bottom of his heart because of the infinite beauty in the past few years.

However, ridicule and ridicule followed.

"Do you really think you are God's darling?"

"You don't even know that'all gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with prices'-the more you get, the more you pay after tonight!"

Thinking of happy places, Rasol laughed.

Completely gloating.

However, such laughter stopped abruptly in the next moment.

Because he saw Jason.

Jason wearing a cloak, holding a double-edged sword and wearing scale armor.

At this moment, the sword's edge was stained with blood, dripping slowly.

"Your Excellency Jason, you..."

Rasol began to back up as he spoke.

He wanted to attract Jason to come.

However, the scene before him was not what he wanted.

Those ‘allies’ of him need not be asked, they are already dead.

He didn't know how Jason could silently kill three Tier 4'professionals' in such a short period of time, and was able to break through the layers of traps they laid-when it was confirmed that West Walker VII died, He has activated these traps.

This is also one of the most important reasons why he is sure to unite three Tier 4 ‘professionals’ to kill a dual professional ‘Tier 5’.

The doubts in his heart made Rasol feel extremely uneasy.

He knows very well that he must act immediately.

otherwise…

Is death.

So, Rasol said while pulling the string in the cuff with his little finger.

This is a set of mechanisms that he hides in his body,

A hidden poison needle can be shot from the button of the neckline.

Of course, it is far from enough to deal with a dual-professional "fifth level".

But if you block it a little, you can still do it.

Just give him one second, and he is sure to escape.

As a fourth-order ‘wanderer’ of the ‘Assassin’, he has such confidence.

But before his little finger touched the string, Jason was in front of him with a sword.

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The momentum is heavy.

It's exactly the sword skills of ‘knights’.

but,

Very fast!

Almost to the point of inconceivability, Rasor, a Tier 4 ‘Rogue’ of the ‘Assassin’, did not react at all, and fell into a pool of blood like this.

Squeak.

Rasol fell to the ground.

The door behind him opened.

The fortuneteller came out.

After looking down at Rasol's body, he sighed softly.

"Ignorance is not terrible."

"Greedy is not terrible."

"Because everyone in the world is like this."

"just…"

"Honey-eating flies must drown in the honey slurry."

After the fortuneteller finished speaking, he looked at Jason in front of him.

The words seemed to be meaningful.

But Jason in front of him didn't care, turned around and left.

"It's still so cold."

"Aren't you going to smile?"

"After all, victory is close at hand!"

The fortuneteller chuckled lightly and said in a relaxed tone.

"It's close at hand, and there is no real victory."

"Wait until the real victory..."

"talk later."

After Jason finished speaking, his pace quickened.

"Always being so calm will make life boring!"

The fortuneteller sighed helplessly.

"life?"

"This is hell."

Jason said and waved his hand.

call!

A fireball flew into the room behind him. ,

The flames rise.

In an instant, the early morning mist that had not yet dispersed was evaporated by the fire.

Like a torch at night.

It's like a lighthouse in the middle of the night.

It illuminates Jason, who has just come to the neighborhood with a stunned and surprised face hidden by the mask.

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