The bronze lion, one of the former champions of the Neosfia Colosseum, was separated before he could draw his sword. On the skull, there was still a look of disbelief frozen.

No one attacked him, so he didn't even understand what was going on when he died. This old Victor? Sir Dalest's captain of the guard, although he was born in the brutal gladiatorial arena, is not the kind of bloodthirsty horseman with no courage. Instead, he is a loyal and cautious person, and has a very keen sense of danger. In a sense, he was able to become the champion of the arena, not entirely by virtue of his majestic body, but more by this talent. Perhaps because of this, he was chosen by Sir Victor Sr. to be the captain of his bodyguard. It must be said that during the ten years he held this position, his work was quite successful. The patriarch of the Dalrest family, whose enemies are all over the world, has not even encountered the least shock.

This time it was actually the same. Although he stood far away from the pavilion and did not disturb the conversation between the host and the distinguished guests, the spiritual sense kept locking on the two "distinguished guests" from the Dark Brotherhood. Other than that, the old knight seemed to be defenseless, but where he sits, there is a hidden magic mechanism. As long as he noticed that something was wrong, he would be wrapped in a sturdy divine shield and launch a poisonous mist and smoke attack at the opposite "guest". Not only that, but there are also many dead soldiers trained by the bronze lion himself lurking in the surrounding lake, and if the "guests" make any movement, they will quickly burst into attack.

No way, although there are currently partners in a cooperative relationship, and I haven't heard of an example of a jump rebellion in the history of the Dark Brotherhood, but in the face of this kind of leader from the world's number one killer organization, it is impossible to be too careful.

Of course, in the eyes of the old knight and the bronze lion, no matter how powerful the other party is, there are only two people after all, and their defensive arrangement should be foolproof.

Before six o'clock, the old knight and the two distinguished guests did have a good conversation, and the atmosphere was harmonious, and there was no possibility of the other party jumping back. However, when the clock was just pointing to six o'clock, the bronze lion standing outside the villa suddenly felt the murderous aura from the seventh gentleman.

The loyal captain of the guard drew his sword and quickly rushed towards the gazebo, but before he could run two steps, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

His head was detached from his body, and in his final sight, the old knight in the pavilion in the middle of the lake had neither an engine turned off, nor a single dead man in the lake reacted.

"What the hell is going on?" He died and didn't understand the reason why the other party jumped back, nor did he understand the reason why none of his arrangements worked.

In fact, it was not some invisible enemy that cut off the head of the bronze lion, but a thin alloy wire hanging from the corridor, made of sharpened iron and clay steel, and a kind of velvet that only druids could breed. Of course, only the High Elves of Twilight Island and the Night Elves of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal have the means to pull the sturdy sacred metal to the point where it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

All the "VIPs" of the Dark Brotherhood did was to tie the silk thread, which was almost completely invisible to the naked eye, but still sharpened to the corridor, and allowed the loyal Mr. Bronze Lion to kill himself when he ran to the Savior.

In addition, the dead soldiers in the lake are much simpler, just a little bit of poison is enough. For this group of professional killers of the Dark Brotherhood, the poison transmitted by water is much easier to find than that transmitted through the air, and it is not difficult to be colorless, odorless, invisible, and can poison dozens of people with a single drop. The Dalrest family placed so many troops in such a small pond and pretended to be forced, it was as if someone had put their face to their hands and shook it twice, and it was really incomprehensible to slap it without a slap.

As for the outer guard troops arranged in the mountains, three layers inside and three layers outside, under the sudden sneak attack of the Dark Brotherhood's large number of killers, they couldn't even do something as simple as screaming and warning. The difference between professional and amateur is that it is so big that it is desperately big.

"Sure enough, you just can't trust these murder organizations that don't have any discipline!"

The captain of the guard, the captain of the Dalrest family, the former gladiator champion bronze lion of the Arena of Neosfia, entered the realm of the dead with such regrets, but before he died, he did nothing, and his death was extremely aggrieved. And the object of his protection is still alive, and must be under far greater pressure than the dead.

Neosfia's Black (Meow) Dao Overlord Old Victor? Sir Dalest, sitting upright in his place in a standard position, looked deeply at the two Dark Brotherhood leaders opposite. He knew very well that when the bronze lion's head was separated, all the dead soldiers in the lake were wiped out, and his body was completely paralyzed and he was unable to trigger the protective mechanism, his fate was already a certainty. Death was imminent, and of course he could feel the fear, like an invisible claw, clutching his heart tightly, barely breathing as hard as a robe. Not everyone can see death as if they were at home, and the pampered old knight is certainly not in that range.

What's more, the biggest fears come from the unknown. At this time, the old knight didn't know why the other party wanted to hurt him, nor did he know how his loyal and reliable bodyguard team suddenly wiped out.

However, as the black (meow) giant of Neosfia, he suddenly felt that even if he died, he must not lose his dignity and pride. As an individual, he dies and dies, but as a parent, he loses his pride on behalf of Dalest, and the backbone of the family is really broken.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this thought, even in the face of such a super expansion, Old Sir Victor did not see any rickets, and still stood his back straight and opened his eyes angrily, but he really had a few momentum.

"What does this mean? Ms. Asshad! Attacking your customers, is that how the Dark Brotherhood acts? He asked in a deep voice, imposing.

Sir Victor the Elder has an evaluation close to "tolerant and benevolent" in the underground world of Neosfia, but "Jun" is "Jun" after all. It is said that when he spoke with a straight face and a deep voice, he could scare the leaders of the peripheral organizations, those who had dozens or hundreds of junior brothers under him, and controlled one or two blocks on the spot, so that they could not take care of themselves. The rumors of the rivers and lakes in the underground world call this scene "the wrath of the sleeping lion", which means that don't look at this old man's usual gentle and pleasant face as if he is a sleeping lion, harmless to humans and animals, but the lion is still a lion, and he can wake up when he can fall asleep.

However, this kind of pretended "sleeping lion's rage" can scare the gangsters, but it can't scare the professional killers who are several dimensions higher than the gangsters. Their professionalism determines that their spiritual structure will also be countless times stronger than that of ordinary humans.

The leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Lady Asshad the Whisperer, still has a smile on her face, with the demeanor of a self-effacing gold salesman. As for the Seven gentlemen who came with him, he still maintained his unwavering paralyzed face and dead fish eyes. When Mr. Bronze Lion's head separated, he even picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a sip comfortably, as lazy as a lazy cat wagging its tail slowly in the midday sun.

The old jazz finally managed not to let himself be angry, but he asked in a calm tone: "The Dark Brotherhood will never take on the opposite task, let alone attack its own customers!" That's what you're all about, think I don't know? Do you not fear being spurned by the Lord of Shadows and the Mother of Eternal Sleep? ”

Yes, the Dark Brotherhood is a disciplined organization of killer assassins, and it is impossible for them to be tasked by Target B to kill Customer A while carrying out the mission of Customer A to assassinate Target B. There is even a saying that when you become a customer of the Dark Brotherhood and have entrusted them with a mission, you will never be the target of the Brotherhood again for the rest of your life.

This is perhaps the greatest "conscience" of this group of assassins, if they really ate the plaintiffs and the defendants like the bureaucrats, this organization could not have existed for thousands of years, nor could it enjoy a high reputation in the underworld.

"You're right, it's just a slight difference...... To be precise, every whisperer cannot target a client for assassination while in office. You see, everyone in the world thinks that we are a bunch of crazy people who kill innocents indiscriminately, but in fact, we actually have a pretty bottom line in our actions. I often think that these rules are too troublesome, but I can't help it, and the reason why the organization has been able to exist healthily to this day may be due to these troublesome rules. ”

"The bottom line? Propriety? The old knight sneered: "It's really a bottom line!" Am I, then, not your client? Why are you going to do it to me? ”

"But, sir, we didn't hurt you, we just released a little bit of soothing hypnotic gas. You may not be able to move for a short period of time, but in the long run, it will be good for your body. In fact, one of our other dignitaries is quite considerate and forgiving, and knows what we are up against, so the mission objectives never include you, but only your right-hand men and family......" Speaking of this, Assad sighed slightly: "However, this kind of practice is just a play on words in a petty family, and it is not honorable to spread it." Personally, I'm actually very much against it. ”

"And that's what happens when you object? Why do you want to insult not only my personality, but also my intelligence? Of course, the old sir did not utter such a sad and indignant word, but he expressed it vividly with a look of almost fire and a sneering expression.

"Originally, when we encountered such a situation, we would not hesitate to refuse the commission from that side. However, the reward he gave us is something we cannot give up under any circumstances. So, after discussing for a long time, we finally discussed a plan that was acceptable for a while. She paused before saying, "As I said before, members of the Dark Brotherhood are not allowed to act against the Whisperer's client...... In other words, only new whisperers take office to get access to the ban of the Brotherhood. ”

At this point, old Sir Victor, no matter how stupid he was, understood what the other party said. His eyes widened, and his chest was full of shameful anger, but he couldn't even scold out loud.

Yes, even a few curses can have an impact on this group of professional assassins? also ruined his demeanor in vain. Thinking of this, the old patriarch of the Dalest family could only show a smile that was much uglier than crying: "...... I see! Lady Asshad, you're not a whisperer anymore! However, if you are not a whisperer, how are you qualified to accept me to erase Lu Xi? What about Berencaster's commission? ”

"To be precise, at the time of my commission from you, I was indeed a whisperer of the Brotherhood. It's just that I have made arrangements with the next whisperer of the organization, and the handover will be officially carried out at 6 o'clock this evening. As for some of the rituals that follow, you can go back and make up for it slowly. Assad gestured to Mr. Seven beside him, "Let me introduce you, Sir, this is the Whisperer, the new leader of the Brotherhood. ”

The public-faced young man with a paralyzed face bowed to the old knight very politely, and said in a slow and lazy tone: "Don't mind, before six o'clock, we did everything in our power to try to complete your commission, but judging from the current situation, Lu Xi? Berencaster is unscathed by our listeners, and by all your masters. This is indeed a gaffe of the contemptible organization. Of course, we will pay back the commission in full.

"Also, now that I'm in office, and I have to execute Lu Xi as a whisperer? Beerencaster's commission. In accordance with the Brotherhood's enforcement rules, Berencaster is now our valued client, and the assassination mission issued by the former Whisperer, Lady Asshad, can only be terminated and admitted. In addition, the Dark Brotherhood has never claimed to have a 100% success rate in its missions, and it has only just exceeded 90% so far, so I hope you understand. ”

"I understand! You profiteers! The old sir finally didn't shout out this sentence. He squirmed his lips dryly, and then slowly spat out a dry sentence: "Can you tell me, Lady Asshad, what kind of honorarium is not to be given up?" You'd rather give up the high status of the whisperer than let go. ”

"Aside from you, the most important member of House Dalest, Sylvia, the leader of the Night Stalkers? Dalest, head of the Hermen Chamber of Commerce Benninger? Dalest, the representative director of the Standard Transportation Chamber of Commerce, Stanley? Dales, deputy commander of the city guard of Neosfia and captain of the 3rd brigade, Dabian? Dareste, plus your nephew Adesia? Karenway, each 500,000 bakers. The rest of the adult family members, including women and the elderly, will each be 100,000 bakers. As for the subordinates on the periphery, it was regarded as an addition, and the total price was 1 million bakers. The former whisperer, who had just stepped down, replied in a rather calm tone: "Of course, it seems that it is a little less than your big bid of 10 million bakers on the spot." ”

"So, why are you ......?"

"As I have already said, the other party has also taken out a bargaining chip that we absolutely cannot refuse, of course, this is our trade secret." Assad bowed and said, "I'm very sorry, Sir Victor! At the end of the day, our Dark Brotherhood is just a group of business workers with a conscience and a bottom line. Business is business, we have to do it, so please sit here calmly and accept your fate. Rest assured, as I said, we are not qualified to take your own life. If you have any doubts, perhaps, Lu Xi? Master Berencaster will answer you personally. (To be continued.) )