My name is Poison Scythe.

That's my code name and it's my name.

I am a believer in the deceitful god of deceit, Gibkenseth, the shadow is my companion, and the light is my enemy.

My hands were filthy and bloody, and my body was smelly and ugly.

What I have done may not even be forgiven by the most merciful and pure saint, Illuri Camilla, and dying in some stinking ditch will be my final destination.

But I have no regrets, because I have no choice.

This is the only way for me to survive.

Now I owe allegiance to the House of Qadir - for they are paying high enough to buy many lives - certainly not mine.

I trained them in the art of assassination, and I knew that it would kill more people, but when one person can only protect himself, what does the life of others count?

It's just something I get in exchange for the value of my life.

Half a month ago, the Acting Patriarch Prince Charles gave me a mission to assassinate a guy named Donn.

He was a lord.

From a place called Ellington -- what the hell is Ellington? Never heard of it.

But that doesn't matter, the important thing is that as long as you kill him, this super-grade dagger worth 100,000 gold coins, the Curse of the Night, will be mine!

Although I am only a silver-level ninth-order assassin, with this super-level dagger enchanted with a demon-breaking effect, even a grandmaster-level first-order magician is sure to kill it!

After all, the master of the first order of the grandmaster level has only just awakened the realm, with my superb stealth skills. The Shadow Walk, a divine spell from the god of deceit, is enough to bypass the vigilance spell and kill in one blow before the magician opens the realm—everyone knows it. The mage is the son of the gods, but the assassin who can walk in the shadow is the mage's father!

However, when I arrived at 77 Queen Street with my team-mate's head, I was very sad to find that Donn was not here - what a shame, a waste of a head.

Subsequently, I got the information. Don seems to have left Alinks early and returned to Ellington - what a misfortune, in order to complete the mission. I had to take a bunch of cumbersome wagons to Ellington – I mean, a bunch of teammates.

The reason I say teammates and not heads - to reassure them, I've noticed that their fingers are quivering slightly, and the way they look at me is unfriendly. That's not a good sign. I only have this urge when I want to kill - the deceitful gods forbid, and I hope they don't want to kill me.

To make them relax, I took my hand away from the dagger, hey, you see, it was just a small gesture and they relaxed, I was such an empathetic leader - swear in the name of the gods. I really didn't want to kill them and then use their heads to get close to Donne!

I definitely didn't mean that!

You see, I've let go of my weapons, haven't I? I'm certainly not the unscrupulous kind anymore.

Assassination is an art. You can only use a technique once for the same target, and although it didn't work out the last time, I don't bother to use the same technique over and over again - I'm sure you, as an Assassin, understand the art, right?

The atmosphere in the carriage was calm again.

Everyone is very restrained, this is good, they are all assassins who serve the Qadir family, there is no need to kill each other.

Oh, of course, I'm not afraid of them, they've been cultivated by me, and I know very well what they're good at, and of course I'm not afraid of them besieging me.

I think what I mean is clear enough, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that all of you here are rubbish.

Of course, I am the exception.

To enhance the authenticity of the disguise, we slipped into a carriage bound for Ellington, which was crammed with a dozen people, and in addition to us, two poor couples with children, who had sold their possessions and decided to try their luck when they heard that Ellington would have enough to eat and a house if they were willing to work.

This damn world is driving people to a dead end!

In addition to the two couples and their children, there were a few homeless people who seemed to have managed to get enough money and try their luck in Ellington—there were many wagons along the way, and almost all of them were in this way.

Oh, it's funny, as long as you are willing to work, you can have enough food, clothing, and a house to live in?

How could there be such a place in the world.

The hoax, that lord Donn, must be planning some kind of deception, maybe an evil ritual that requires the lives of many people to sacrifice?

The coachman who drove the carriage, of course our man, was quite well disguised, with a big red nose, a face full of spots, a dirty beard, and a rickety waist, and he must have learned very well in the camouflage course, and I should have given him a perfect score, especially when he was drunk, and he really had his usual demeanor in the tavern, and even I had lied to him—wait! Drink?

Damn it! I said that I was not allowed to drink alcohol during my mission, and I must teach him a good lesson and make him understand - oh my! Damn it! This coachman is not my man!? He's really a coachman!?

What about our people!? What about the guy who was supposed to play the role of a coachman!? Did he get drunk again before he set off, so he missed the time to go!?

Let's be honest, I'm angry right now!

I'm angry, my "teammates" -- you see, I'm talking about teammates, really not weird things like heads -- and they were nervous, and it seemed like I was really putting a lot of pressure on them, relax, I had to relax.

Hey, if you think about it, that guy who pretends to be a coachman doesn't have any tasks in the first place, does he? It's just that a carriage is ready outside the town to meet us when we succeed, and we can do it without him.

Thinking about it makes me feel much more relaxed.

"See Ellington!"

At this time, I heard the drunken shouts of the coachman. All of a sudden, the wagon was so steady that I almost thought it had stopped, but I looked behind me. It was only then that I realized that it was not the carriage that had stopped, but that the road had become smoother.

The carriage was still moving forward - and faster, but the smooth road did not allow the carriage to jolt in the slightest.

Not far away, many people could be seen shouting around several large mechs, and as the mechs advanced, the rugged and uneven ground became very flat, and the second mechrons followed, spewing out a lot of black, steaming things. The third mechanical construct flattened the black stuff in the road...... What are they doing? Paving?

I can't understand it.

As the carriage progressed, more and more sights came into view, and a lively and busy town came into view. There are few idlers on the streets here, and almost everyone can be seen is in a hurry, either carrying goods or measuring something strange.

Odd. This place is really weird.

Ellington ...... A place never heard of. It should be a very barren and desolate place, but why is it so lively?

Construction was going on everywhere here, and the busy people were red-faced, and they didn't look like the yellow-skinny people in the Slums of Alinks, who seemed to be living happily and to the fullest.

"My dear! Looks like we're not wrong! ”

"Ellington should be able to take us in, and the children won't starve to death this winter!"

The couple next to them cried with joy, it turned out that they were worried that their children would starve to death if they couldn't get food for the winter, so they came here. It's pathetic.

There was also a glint of hope in the eyes of the few homeless people in the carriage who were struggling to survive—wouldn't it be interesting to destroy their sanity at this time?

Ah, oops. My right hand is so hot, it must be that my killing instinct is going to attack again, and I don't know how many people will die this time!

"It's time to get out of the car!"

The coachman stopped the carriage and shouted for the passengers to get off, and in order to hide the eyes, I ...... Well, it was "us", who got out of the car with those displaced people, and then saw a table next to it, and several people were sitting there drinking tea and chatting.

Oh! The gods are above! I saw dwarves and gnomes!

They sit with humans drinking tea and chatting!?

Who will believe it?

"Another batch?"

"Recently, there have been more and more outsiders."

"It shows that the lord's policy is indeed right, and our Ellington is becoming more and more famous."

"Sign up here! Name, age, gender, education level, and what you are good at registering, and then go to receive the subsistence allowance first, eat and wash your stomach, go to the dormitory to sleep, and tomorrow we will arrange work intensively! ”

In order not to attract attention, I typed a secret message to a few of them, and decided to follow the homeless people first.

Soon I came to the dwarf.

"What's your name?"

"Poison-"

I had an idea: "--Durrandon! ”

"Durandon!?"

The dwarf's eyes widened.

He must have thought it was a great name, right?

"That's a great name! What a good boy! ”

Look, he really thinks so!

"Hearing this name, it's like seeing my son obediently report the number in front of me, ahhahahaha-"

What's the matter with this dwarf?

Why does it suddenly feel that something is wrong?

Eventually, though, I managed to make my way into Ellington's dorm.

When they all went to eat, I quietly left the dorm - sneaking, just casually.

As an Assassin, after arriving at a destination, of course, you must first inquire about intelligence and familiarize yourself with the terrain, otherwise how can you carry out the mission?

It's just that how did Ellington enter the woods without taking two steps?

"It's so distressing...... Why hasn't my big brother come to play with me lately? ”

Hey!

Look, who did I find?

A lonely little Lori!

It's a secondary target in the intelligence!

Illya, the little girl next to Donne!

I can try to catch her!

But there's also a big bounty for killing her!

This is a great opportunity! No one will know what's going on!

I decided to sneak up on her!

Cut off her head directly with the Night Curse!

"Big brother doesn't come, I feel bored......"

Big brother? Dawn?

"Although the eldest brother told me not to practice casually, but now that there is no one, it doesn't matter if you practice magic a little, right? Well? You think so too? ”

Who is she talking to?

What do I hear?

Practicing magic?

"New spells? What is that? …… Okay, okay, let me try it, oh, is this direction - arcane torrent ~biubiubiu~"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Poison sickle, pawn. (To be continued.) )

PS: Not to mention anything else, getting up at seven or eight o'clock in the morning every day to revise the anti-piracy text has made my biological clock a lot more normal......