Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 150 Commission
Outside Paris, in the boundless wilderness, the night is dark.

The weather is getting cooler, and it has entered autumn. Under the cover of night, thick night fog gradually gathers in the wilderness. It gathers more and more, covering the stars and vision.

A man in black leather armor was carrying a suitcase, standing quietly in the wilderness, motionless, like a stake.

Seeing that the fog was rising, he moved. He lifted a windproof lamp with a glass cover that was originally hanging on his waist, and lit it again.

Miraculously, the flame in this lamp is green, emitting a weird green light in the dark and misty night fog.

The green light was not too far away, but the man held up the lamp high, and then remained motionless, as if it were a street lamp.

"Da, da, da, da"

In the hazy night fog, there was a faint sound of horseshoes.

Gradually, the sound of horseshoes became closer and clearer.

Under the green light and the rolling mist, a pitch-black carriage suddenly appeared in front of the man in black leather armor.

The carriage is completely black, the body is black, the wheels are black, the horse is black, and even the driver is wrapped in a black cloak.

"squeak"

The door of the carriage compartment was opened, and it was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.

But the man in the black leather armor turned off the light in his hand, walked into the carriage without hesitation, and walked into the darkness.

"squeak"

The carriage door closed and the carriage started again.

"Da, da, da, da"

There was a soft sound of horseshoes, and the dark carriage disappeared into the deep night fog.

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After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped.

"squeak"

The door opens again.

"Guest, we're here." The coachman's dry and shrill voice came.

The black-armored man in the compartment who had been dozing off suddenly woke up from his dream: "Ah, what, me, why did I fall asleep."

Then he quickly looked at the suitcase in his hand, and he let out a long sigh when he saw that it was intact.

"It's just a necessary confidentiality measure. Please don't be offended by the guests. Please come with me." The driver held a green fire hurricane lamp and made an inviting gesture.

The man in the black armor got out of the car, and the surroundings were still pitch black and dense fog, only the driver leading the way in front and the lamp in his hand were clearly visible.

But under his feet, it was soft, as if he was stepping on a plank floating on the water, making it difficult to maintain his balance.

"Guests, be careful where you step. This is a swamp. You just need to walk on the board." The coachman's voice came at the right time.

The man in black armor had no choice but to keep his balance on each plank, and followed the green light to trek forward with difficulty.

I don't know how long I walked, a small wooden house appeared in front of my eyes, and I felt down-to-earth under my feet.

The cabin is covered with moss and covered with vines, like ghost hands with teeth and claws in the night.

"Guests, go in by yourself, I'll wait for you outside." The coachman sat down on the wooden stake at the door of the cabin.

Swallowing, the man in black armor walked to the front of the hut, but before he could knock on the door, the door of the hut opened silently by itself.

Taking a deep breath, the man in black armor walked into the hut.

The hut is not big and the furnishings are simple.The fireplace on the wall was burning, emitting warm heat, dispelling the humidity in the air and the coldness of the man.Something was gurgling in the small pot on the stove, exuding a strange and unpleasant smell.There is a row of shelves nailed to the wall, and there are jars and glass bottles on them. In the glass bottles, some unknown strange things are soaked in the yellow liquid.In the center of the room is a beautifully carved square table and several chairs.

On the chair in the middle, sat a strangely shaped, very short dwarf old man. With a light wave of his hand, the door of the house was closed silently.

"Oh, please return the lamp to us before submitting the commission." The dwarf old man's ugly voice sounded like the howling of a night owl.

The man in black armor quickly put the lamp at his waist on the table.

"Okay, please sit down. It seems that the guest has indeed encountered a difficult problem, so please tell us your request." The dwarf old man waved his hand, and the lamp flew to the shelf beside him.

The man in black armor sat down on the chair opposite the dwarf old man, and said very seriously: "My commission is very simple. My master hopes that your organization can help us find someone and bring him back! We must capture him alive. This, too. It's best not to let him get hurt, we need information on him!"

"Oh, it really doesn't sound difficult. Do you have the other party's information and how is their strength?" The dwarf old man stroked his waist-growing beard.

"This is the portrait of the other party." The man in black armor took out two rolls of drawing paper and handed them over.

"Why are there two?" Opening the portrait, the dwarf old man asked in confusion.

"The other party has a magical prop that can be worn on the head and can change his appearance. These two are his two different appearances." The man in black armor explained.

"What else?" The dwarf old man continued to ask.

"He is about 20 years old this year. He is very young. He is about 1.7 meters five and has an ordinary build. He used to be named Leon Leonardo and Tom Cruise. He is a master in strength and is good at using kitchen knives." The black armored man also said He was interrupted before explaining.

"What? A kitchen knife?" the dwarf old man asked.

"Well, yes, it's a kitchen knife. He used to be a chef. He is very talented in cooking and can use 24 different chef's knives." The man in black armor quickly explained.

"Oh, you continue." The old dwarf waved his hand.

"He is one of the most powerful group in the Grandmaster class, and he is good at precise and sharp sword qi. But if it's just like this, we won't bother your organization. The key is the two people around him, one is a one-armed Han, his name is Arnold, he is the former vanguard general of the French Revolutionary Army. Although he is only at the master level now, he has the strength to challenge beyond the next level. He." This time he was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"You mean the younger brother of the Viking Pirate King?" asked the old dwarf.

"Yes, it's him, so we hope that your organization will not harm him. It would be even better if we can capture him together, and we will pay separately." The man in black armor confirmed.

"Oh, I probably understand the person you are looking for, but I heard there is another person with them, right?" the dwarf old man asked.

"Yes, there is another mysterious woman. We haven't found her origin, but we only know that she is extremely strong. It is speculated that she may have the strength of a venerable. She is very fast and her internal energy is also very sharp. , can easily break through the Great Master's protective energy, and is very powerful." The man in black armor said eloquently.

"What about the whereabouts?" the old dwarf continued to ask.

"According to the investigation, the last time we saw them was at the Orchid Bar in Valenciennes. Now they probably left France and went to other countries. This is beyond our intelligence capabilities." The black-armored man said.

"That's it, capture alive, and it's better not to get hurt. It's not easy. If it's just assassination, things will be simple. You know, our organization is best at assassination." The dwarf old man murmured Soliloquy.

"Yes, we know, but we need to capture it alive, please make sure to bring it back to us alive, please don't worry about the reward." The man in black armor insisted.

"Oh?" The dwarf old man was very interested.

The man in black armor opened the suitcase, and it was full of gold notes: "This is a gold note of [-] million gold francs."

"We not only need money, although the price is indeed irresistible." The dwarf old man rubbed his hands with a smile.

"Afterwards, we will give your organization a copy of a peerless sword technique!" The black-armored man let out a blockbuster.

"Okay, the deal is concluded." The dwarf old man smiled and held out his pus-covered hand.

(End of this chapter)