In the room, the fireplace was still burning, and the flames brought only light to the dimly lit room after all the candles were blown out.

The light and shadow danced with the dance of the flames, and the shadows in the room were like beasts.

But the person on the bed fell into a deep sleep unconsciously, and the sound of long breathing made the black shadow who entered the room can't help but smile proudly.

Unlike ordinary sleep potions, he used more high-end products.

Even, in all seriousness, it is not a harmful medicine at all, on the contrary, it is a calming medicine that helps sleep and restores energy; Some big nobles and royal families always use such tranquilizers to let themselves sleep quickly and have more energy the next day.

However, such tranquilizers in his hands, being used, often do not have the next day.

The tip of his tongue licked the interfering lips.

It's not because of nervousness, it's just because of excitement.

In fact, he has this excitement in every mission, no matter who his opponent is, and it is precisely because of this excitement that he is feared and feared in the underground world of Horshshire; After all, even if the target is a baby who has no power to fight back, his excitement can make him do it without hesitation.

This is a kind of cruelty to other targets.

But for him, it was the ultimate pleasure - the spray of hot blood, soaking himself in the feeling, always made him addicted to it.

And this is also the reason why he always lacks a female companion.

When he reaches the height of excitement, the female companion under him will always be disemboweled.

In the third. Or after the fourth time. Even if it is taken by his prestige. Nor was there any woman who wanted to be attached to him, so he had to resort to a more rude way.

Direct plunder.

Aside from those nobles, ordinary wealthy businessmen and commoners, for him, it was too simple, simple to the point of randomness.

However, it is not without accident.

For example: the delegator of this mission!

The other party has a considerable reputation in Horshshire. But he has similar preferences to him.

The first acquaintance of the two sides is itself to compete for a goal.

However, the subsequent development made him not expect that when the other party fell into a disadvantage and was about to be beheaded by him, the other party proposed an intention to cooperate.

And after the other party showed enough sincerity and gave him a lot of Kimpton and women, he chose to cooperate.

After all, the other party is just a guy who can be pinched to death, plus he can gain more Kimpton and women. And why should he not agree?

And what happened after that undoubtedly proved the correctness of his choice.

More turf. With the assistance of the other party, it naturally became his, and then, there were more Kimptons and women......

Of course, he didn't give nothing.

It's like in this situation, he always needs to take action.

However, he was not disgusted.

After all, such work, he is always addicted to it, isn't it?

The black shadow looked at the sleeping target, the smug smile on the corner of his mouth, slightly retracted, he slowly pulled out the dagger at his waist, raised his legs high, and walked towards the side of the bed lightly.

At the head of the bed, he saw the great greatsword and saber.

Clearly, the target has been completely disarmed.

But what if the target is fully armed?

The other party is just a big knight, and he is infinitely close to the silver level, and even, in some ways, the real silver level.

The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.

If it weren't for the fact that he hated frontal combat and couldn't reveal his identity at all, he could have routed and killed his target head-on.

"As long as the result is the same, the way and method don't matter at all!"

The black shadow couldn't help but mumble to himself in the face of the helpless target, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at the target under the quilt as fast as lightning.

Even through the quilt, the black shadow is absolutely sure that the target will be killed with one blow.

You must know that a real assassin, not to mention being blocked by a quilt, even if the target is in the carriage, can accurately judge where the target is under the cover of the wooden plank.

It was a kind of Assassin training.

It's like thieves, and the training of picking other people's pockets is a truth.

Burst!

Snort, snort!

The dagger stabbed into the quilt without any obstruction, and went straight down to the 'target' - but the touch made the black shadow stunned.

Then, it was like the sound of something running away, filling the room.

Wrong!

The black shadow was startled, and the sound of the wind coming from the back of his head made him instinctively rush forward instead of turning to fight.

Frontal combat is always a warrior's business.

And the assassins?

Stealth, raids, and assassinations are what they're really good at.

The black shadow was so fast that it was so fast that the arrow from behind it didn't catch up with the target at all, and it was nailed to the bedpost.

At this time, the black shadow had already jumped straight onto the bed.

His gaze swept over the crossbow bolts that pierced the bedpost—short, all made of steel, and the arrows glowed faintly in the firelight.

Undoubtedly, this is the arrow of a crossbow.

Almost instantly, the dark shadow confirmed his guess.

And it was at this time that-

Sou!

There was another sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air.

It wasn't coming from the direction he had before, but from the darkness in front of him.

Compared to the previous suddenness, this time the shot was just as sudden, and the distance between him and the crossbow arrow was getting closer and closer, and this undoubtedly meant danger.

The black shadow didn't move his legs, and his upper body bent back, forming an arched bridge-like appearance.

The steel arrows, almost clinging to the black shadow, made him down. A chill in the abdomen.

Sou!

Didn't wait for the dark shadow to stand up. Another bolt of crossbow arrows broke through the air.

This time it was from the other side of the bed. Straight at the waist of the side of the black shadow.

There was no hesitation. There was no choice, the black shadow could only change from arching to lying down, and moreover, the upper body was still on the ground, and his legs were on the bed.

Undoubtedly, this is a rather awkward, uncomfortable position.

Not only is it vulnerable, but. Under the re-attack, in addition to rolling, it is difficult to effectively dodge, let alone counterattack!

Moreover, it is precisely because of this embarrassing and uncomfortable posture that the black shadow believes that the real attack is coming!

After all, the other party had arranged a series of attacks before, wasn't it just for this moment?

And the attacks that can pose the most threatening to him ......

Under the bed!

Such a thought appeared almost instinctively in the bottom of the black shadow's heart.

Click!

Poof!

The sound of solid wood cracking. There was a sound of a blade entering the body.

The solid wood bed. Under the force of the black shadow's legs, it suddenly disconnected, but as the large bed broke from it, a touch of cold glint flickered underneath.

At this time, the black shadow could no longer retract or dodge.

After all, he wasn't good at strength, and in order to be able to 'split' the bed from the person below, he had not only burst out of all his power before, but also used a secret technique.

Therefore, with all his strength, he simply could not dodge.

I could only watch as my legs were pierced by arrows buried under the bed.

Even if it was, he tried his best to reverse the situation, and the bones in his whole body clicked under the pull of the two positive and negative forces.

It hasn't changed in the slightest.

The arrows were still piercing his legs.

Two on one leg and one on one leg.

Undoubtedly, this is fatal for an assassin who is good at speed!

An assassin who has lost his stealth and speed is like a chicken that has fallen into water, not only is it ugly, but it is also mortally dangerous.

The black shadow did not forget about jì, the one in the room, who had not shown up until now!

Obviously, the other party is not as his collaborator said that he knows nothing and is an easy target!

On the contrary, the other party is definitely the most difficult target he has ever encountered.

The other party should have a Master Assassin by their side as protection!

After all, these arrangements in front of him not only had insight into his actions, but also arranged them one by one, one by one, so that he had no power to fight back at all.

Even, from the moment he entered this room, he entered the trap of the other party.

Damn it!

The black shadow who scolded angrily in his heart quickly 'ran' towards the window with his hands instead of feet.

At this time, there is no difference between choosing doors and windows.

He was sure that wherever he went, there was an ambush.

However, even if this is the case, he will definitely not be restrained, because he knows very well what will happen if he is caught by Earl Horsh.

Even if it is a substitute for a hand or a foot, the speed of the black shadow is extremely fast.

However, just when he was still one step away from the window, his whole body began to weaken, and gold stars began to appear in front of him.

Instinctively, the shadow looked into the fireplace, the bonfire still burning.

"...... of numbing and paralyzing medicines"

He muttered to himself in a low voice, his tongue straightened out because of the numbness.

And before his eyes, his target slowly stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room - he had no idea that there was someone there before the other person could act.

And when the other person moves, the shadow seems to follow, making it difficult to notice......

"Shadow, Shadow......"

The shadow seemed to think of something and wanted to shout, but the paralyzing effect began to spread throughout his body, making him unable to even speak.

Of course, more importantly, Dean casually picked up the [Wind Thorn] and swept the other party's throat with a sword.

Burst!

Blood.

PS First Update~

Just finished the final chapter of Demon Hunter Reborn...... Decadence inexplicably rose from the bottom of my heart with a feeling of embarrassment......

It's like a child has grown up and left home.

Want to cry...... (To be continued......)