The Game of Demon Hunter

In the empty lord's castle, Antoine anxiously paced back and forth in the study room. On the desk was the report of Sir Casla, the head of the port area, requesting that the pirate inspection team thoroughly search the entire city and arrest the followers of Chaos. Below this document is a letter from the church in the city, hoping that he will allow the Paladins to intervene in the investigation because there are traces of Chaos believers in the city.

Antoine has also heard some rumors about the disappearance cases in the city, but after all, most of the disappearances happened in slums. Whether those untouchables disappeared or died is completely irrelevant to him. When it comes to followers of Chaos, it's tricky, especially if there's a witcher in town.

However, no one else knew about the damn pirate inspection team, but Antoine knew very well in his heart that those people were the most popular pirates in this sea area two years ago! If it weren't for the good trade development in the past few years, they can be fed by taxation at sea, and these bandits can listen to their own words like now? Although they were a very important card in his hand, Antoine didn't know how much trouble he would cause if he really let them enter the city.

But now the church actually wants to send paladins to search for traces of Chaos believers on a large scale! Paladin or pirate? Who is going to be in charge of this?

Antoine's face was gloomy, he didn't even have the appetite to eat his favorite butter balls, and he lifted the plate full of this extravagant food from the table: "Waste, the city guards are a bunch of waste! Well now, both sides are in trouble!"

Since ancient times, the camps of pure lawful good and chaotic evil have caused the most headaches, and our Steward Antoine couldn't choose one of the two sides that would make him more at ease. At this time, a voice planned for him of contemplation.

"Ha, my lord, what are you worrying about?" A greasy voice sounded from behind Antoine.

The acting city lord, who was obviously frightened, trembled with the fat on his face: "Damn it! How many times have I told you, don't appear from behind me!"

Antoine, who turned around, pointed at the shadow assassin Colin with his carrot-like finger, and said word by word: "Never, never, no, yes, stand in my shadow!"

Colin, who still hid half of his body in the shadows, shrugged indifferently, and appeared in the shadow of the door the next second, and knocked on the door seriously: "Is anyone home? Can I come in? "

Under the dissatisfied eyes of the deputy lord, the shadow assassin leaned leisurely against the door frame, "Antoine, your courage is as small as the tip of a needle. How many times have I said that I will not attack my commissioned employer? We shadow assassins They live by reputation."

Taking out a delicate handkerchief, Antoine wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "How is your business going? Have you finished with that witcher and his apprentice? The cultists in the city are getting more and more rampant." , Now one more thing is worse than one less thing, if he is not coming for me, let them leave here quickly."

"I'm sorry, my lord, the shadow assassin never misses, that apprentice should be dead by now." The shadow assassin Colin seemed to be listening to the voice in the shadow: "His teacher will definitely die at this time tomorrow, I Use the reputation of the shadow assassin as a guarantee. So, can we talk about commissions?"

Antoine seemed to have eaten a cockroach, and said with an ugly face: "Should be dead? Will die tomorrow? Is this the answer you gave me? And you want your reward now? I think about you Shadow Assassin The organization's rumors may be exaggerated, and I'm starting to doubt your professionalism, Colin."

"I knew that things would never go in a satisfactory direction." Colin's figure disappeared into the air, and the afternoon sun shone in from the window on the side of the study. Colin seemed like a ghost, walking between the window and The shadows between the windows appeared and disappeared in the sunlight, one window after another walked towards Antoine's seat.

"Until you put the heads of those two people on my table, I won't pay you a penny!" Antoine growled, almost spraying his saliva on the assassin a few meters away.

"I told you that they are dead. I have arranged everything. It seems that there is a little disagreement between us." The shadow assassin Colin skipped another window and appeared next to the desk, sitting frivolously. Standing on the corner of the table, shaking his legs: "However, these are not problems anymore. In fact, I found a better buyer for this task."

Anthony faintly felt that something was wrong with the attitude of the shadow assassin in front of him. He cautiously opened up a little distance, and put his left hand on a hidden button on the chair. This device could make him disappear instantly in the prepared space. In the secret passage, there is also a teleportation array that he has prepared long ago, which can teleport himself to a safe place within three seconds.

The Shadow Assassin didn't seem to notice Antoine's small movements: "By the way, I have a little objection to what you just said about your table."

While speaking, the assassin gestured with his little finger, emphasizing that it was indeed a small objection.

Steward Antoine was confused by the assassin's words, but out of trust in the reputation of the shadow assassin organization for hundreds of years, he did not immediately press the button on the chair: "What objection? This is my study, my desk! Now Get off my desk! It's carved out of hundreds of years old dracaena! Who has an objection?"

"I, I have objections." A slightly crisp voice came from the door.

PS: Well, the number of words in this chapter is a little less, but it is more comfortable to disconnect from here. I will post another chapter to make up for it at noon tomorrow~ Everyone, please ask for a ticket. The data of the new book is better. Do you want a recommendation or something~~