Inside the dungeon of the Phantom Guild's headquarters, Artemis . Euntreuri was writhing in pain, trying to break free from the shackles on his hands. When he was younger, he learned a few tricks from street thieves to twist his joints into an incredible way, and then let his hands regain their freedom.

However, he had obviously not practiced for too long, and the binding was extremely tight, so the bones were not as soft as before, until his wrists were bloody and he could not break free from the steel shackles.

Just when the killer was a little frustrated, a white light suddenly appeared in the dungeon, and in just a few seconds, Henry stepped out of it.

He first glanced at the blood stains on the shackles, and then smiled softly, "Hehe, dear Artemis. Entrili, I've been very busy for the past two days, so I haven't made the effort to communicate with you. Now that all the questions have been resolved, it's time to talk openly and honestly. ”

"What do you want from me?" Endori narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously.

As a human who has worked hard in the lower classes for decades and lived in the dangerous Dark Elf City for some time, he knows very well that if he wants to survive in this situation, it is best not to disobey the will of the other party, otherwise even his shadow constitution cannot guarantee that he will survive.

In fact, a few years ago, the best killer in Port Carlin had stabbed a shadow-plane creature with a blood-sucking dagger, and the dagger had sucked the shadow's life essence into his body, giving him a near-ageless body and a longer lifespan, as could be easily discerned by a closer look at his dull gray skin.

Henry had only dealt with the Nether Princes a while ago, so he knew very well what that meant, at least for thousands of years, this guy didn't need to worry about aging and natural death, a melee professional with real potential, although the part-time job was a little messy, but it blended in well.

After looking up and down for a few minutes, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. All the ropes and shackles that were tied up were untied and fell off on their own......

Regaining his freedom, he simply moved his numb arms and neck, and stood silently in place, not trying to escape or attack. He knew very well that he was not sure that he would defeat the young man in front of him even when he had a weapon in hand, not to mention that he was not only unprecedentedly armed now. And he was hungry and thirsty.

Seeing that the killer did not act rashly, Henry couldn't help but show a trace of appreciation, he was powerful, capable, and principled, although he was a little arrogant, but he knew how to restrain himself. Definitely a rare talent, no wonder he can still live well after experiencing so many dangers.

After a short silence, he took two steps forward with a smile on his face and said, "Before we start talking, I think we should reacquaint ourselves, because the Bo Yi you know is just a pseudonym, and my real name is Henry. Ancomé. ”

"What !!" Eun Trili suddenly took two steps back, his eyes revealing an unconcealable horror. "You...... You're the mortal who killed the gods! Terrible ruiner?! ”

"Oh? Do Vasa and Damara in the north say so about me? Henry asked with a playful smile.

In fact, as a result of the official establishment of the Kingdom of West Hartland, there are more and more stories about him circulating on the Ferren Road, covering almost all the inspirational versions from teenagers. to the romantic affairs that adults like to see, and so on......

In the middle, there are also interspersed with the hero salvation version, the dark and fallen version, the sweeping thousands of armies version, and some people even compare him with the elf queen Alixing, Joan. The story of Irenikas has been adapted into a bloody love triangle, and the open-minded bards will dare to write almost anything to attract attention.

At first, Henry was also dumbfounded when he saw the news sent by Robert, but soon began to become numb with the renovation of the tricks, and finally looked at some of these themes that were still novel in the world with the mentality of entertainment, anyway, he had the right to entertain the public.

After all, even a famous sage of the Shadow Valley like Ilminster will inevitably be ridiculed and ridiculed, and Erastro, who is the dream (lover) of countless men in the Northland, already has several collections of erotic stories, and a man like him is nothing at all.

Euntreli took a deep breath and clenched his fists nervously. Nodding slightly: "That's right! In the eyes of the inhabitants of the Bitter Cold Lands, Vaasa and Damara, you are the equivalent of the Witch King who brought war, death and ruin. They are hostile to you, they fear you, and there are rumors that you will drive the Floating City to wage war against the entire world. ”

After listening to the description of the killer. Henry immediately touched his nose with a smile: "Okay, it seems that after crossing half a continent, some rumors have been amplified a lot, don't you believe it?" ”

You must know that from the Porte of Baldur to the vicinity of the Great Glacier, there is a desert of Enauto and Comanso, and hundreds of towns are passed in between. What's more, the vicinity of the Sea of the Moon is a place where wars are frequent, so no matter how outrageous the news has become, it is understandable.

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, what matters is that you do have great power. Say, what exactly do you want from me? Ntreili was also clearly affected by some rumors, and his eyes were full of wariness.

He has never had a good relationship with the spellcaster, first being hunted down by a battle mage and nearly losing his life, and then being humiliated by the arrogant and cruel female priests of the dark elves, so he always subconsciously rejects people with similar supernatural powers, even though he himself is a beneficiary of supernatural powers.

"It's very simple, I fancy your abilities, so I want you to serve me." Henry didn't care about the other party's attitude, and generously stated his conditions.

He had carefully studied the life of the killer in front of him, so he knew that this legendary figure had never actively betrayed his employer, and most of the time he only launched a counterattack when he was forced to do so, and he knew that Entu could be regarded as the more affectionate and righteous one in the evil camp.

Encuili has always disliked talking nonsense, so he frowned directly and asked, "Who do you want me to kill?" ”

Obviously, in his eyes, what he is best at is killing, and he has no other specialties besides killing.

Hearing the question raised by the killer, Henry immediately smiled and waved his hand: "Hehe, I think you misunderstood what I meant. This is an invitation to join my side. Just like you were previously employed by the Thieves' Guild in Port Carlin. ”

"You mean to make me your subordinate?!" Entrili's face changed slightly.

Although he doesn't mind joining some organizations and mercenary groups, he still has some scruples about becoming a legendary spellcaster's subordinates, because his experience in the Dark Elf City has taught him that high-level spellcasters will use some unknown means to control their subordinates. Some of them may even lose the ability to think independently.

"That's right! Please be so vigilant, I have no intention of using spells or magic objects to control you, and I will not even interfere with your usual activities, but you must put down all your work when necessary. Go do something for me. In return, I can lend a helping hand when you are in danger. Of course, there are also some flasks and talisman items available. ”

Henry saw the killer's concerns, so he immediately set his own conditions. In his opinion, the real value of Ntrili lies in his ability to adapt to unfamiliar environments, and his superb combat skills must be ranked second.

From Kalinsan to Icewind Dale, to the Dark Regions, and finally to the Great Glacier in the Far North, this guy in front of him has experienced unimaginable hardships, and if it were someone else, I don't know how many times. In this alone, he is a hundred times stronger than the dark elf ranger Trist, after all, the latter is constrained by his conscience, and sometimes seems a little rigid and inflexible.

It is better for such a person to be let out and let it develop freely, and then summon it when the time comes, and there may be a big surprise at that time.

As for the question of betrayal, Henry is not worried at all, he believes that as long as he shows enough strength and knows the character of a killer, he will definitely know how to make trade-offs.

Artemis. Obviously not expecting such lenient conditions, Ntrili asked in an incredulous tone, "You mean that I can cooperate with others in normal times. Or even join another organization? ”

Henry knew that the killer should be working with the Dark Elf mercenary leader Jalaso right now, but that didn't mean anything in his eyes, so he nodded happily: "Of course, I've always liked to give my men a lot of freedom. You can do what you want. But there is one point, as long as an order is received, it must be carried out unconditionally, and no discount is allowed. ”

After careful consideration, Ntreili felt that there should be no problem, so he immediately raised his arm and pointed to the red curse under his armpit: "Okay. Your offer is hard to refuse, and I agree to join. But there is a premise, you have to remove the curse from me first. ”

"Aha! No problem. It's just a tiresome little nuisance. ”

It is said that Henry completed the spell "Remove the Curse" at a very fast speed, and with more than twice the cast level of Gimana, he easily dispelled the curse completely.

Ntrili looked at his skin back to its normal color in surprise, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. Since he was cursed, he had tried to go to the temple to find a priest to solve it, and at first it had a certain effect, but after a few seconds, the curse would recur, but this time there was really no trace of it.

After removing the curse, Henry healed the killer's broken collarbone and returned all the confiscated magical equipment, including the dangerous Nessera longsword.

He had now lost his desire to collect these ordinary talisman items, and only the true legendary items and artifacts were what he was interested in.

Artemis dressed again. Endreli swung his weapon in place, then put on his hood and silently followed, just as he had done in the Thieves' Guild, waiting for the leader's orders.

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