Dark Redemption of Elf

Compared with the bustling East District Market Avenue, the small alleys in its depths appear extremely secluded. In the narrow aisle, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked meticulous, and his steady hands were carrying two bags of newly bought raw meat, vegetables and other food.

The high-end sneakers made a dull sound when they stepped on the gravel floor. Passing a corner, he came to the front of the "Drunken Dreamland" pub that he and his wife co-operated. The traffic here was very sparse. If someone hadn't gotten lost, it would be difficult for anyone to notice that there was a place where you could drink and eat.

Opening a tavern is not so much to make money to support the family, but to satisfy his wife Rowling's little wish.

When he opened the door, it was as deserted as ever. If there were guests, his virtuous wife would cook her best dish - steak, and entertain every guest warmly.

Of course, if someone has any evil intentions, the dagger he hid under the counter is not easy to mess with.

"Lowling, I'm back." Bais put two bags of newly bought food on the counter and shouted, but there was no reply from the inner room, not even his lovely and innocent daughter Irene made any movement.

Baise's expression changed slightly and he sniffed the air. There was no smell of blood. He silently walked behind the counter and whispered again, "Lowling? Irene? Are you there?"

Gently pulling out the dagger from the dark cabinet, Bais looked solemn and walked slowly towards the dark inner room.

thump…

There was an extremely slight sound from inside, and there seemed to be a faint sound of a woman struggling.

not good!

The muscles on Bais's face trembled slightly. He held his breath and hid the right hand holding the dagger behind his back. His left hand quickly opened the curtain that blocked his sight. The scene inside immediately made his heart rise to his throat.

Her wife, Luo Lin, had her hands and feet tied tightly, and her mouth was stuffed with a black cloth. She was struggling hard, while her daughter Irene was held in the arms of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old black-haired girl. Swinging the dim light dagger back and forth on her snow-white neck.

"Dad..." Irene didn't dare to move her body. Looking at her father's return, she let out a choked cry for help.

A black-haired boy about seventeen years old stood on the inside of the house, staring at him with flat eyes and said: "We are finally back, but don't get me wrong, we don't want to hurt your family, we just want to ask you something."

"..." Bais glanced at the scene in the room calmly. There were no signs of fighting or other ambushes. It was just these two people, and they had come here for dinner twice before, but their purpose was What! ?

Looking at his wife and daughter who had fallen into the hands of the other party, Bais gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his eyes: "Let them go, and everything will be easy to talk about."

Ayton immediately signaled Ariel to let go of the frightened Irene in her arms. The girl did not run in the direction of her father. Instead, she ran to her mother sobbing and struggled to untie the rope from her body.

Bais stared at Ayton with his eyes: "Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

Ayton simply took out two short stabbing swords from behind. For some reason, the red crystal core in the center had dimmed. "You recognize this, right?"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression changed: "Why is that crazy woman's soul-stirring thorn in your hand?"

"So this thing is called the Soul-Capturing Thorn..." Ayton looked at the two short stabbing swords in his hands carefully. Judging from his rank, he should be an 'epic', but for some reason, he can't use it, and all the fighting energy injected into it is like mud sinking into the sea.

"Who are you? Why are her weapons with you?"

Ayton looked up at him and said a meaningful sentence: "Who do you think I am?"

Baisi's mind calmed down a little. Erin and Luo Lin had already broken free, but were blocked by the girl, who seemed to be a hostage.

The soul-capturing thorn in his hand means that Clementine is likely to encounter something unexpected... Impossible. As the ninth seat of the Assassin's Guild and a fifth-level peak powerhouse, how could he die so easily? !

But who are they? Did it come at you from the beginning? But he is almost a useless person, what else is there to gain? His former enemies... With their skills, if they really killed Clementine, why not do it directly... Or really to find out information, just like the crazy woman back then As if tentatively, they are members of the new mysterious organization...the Curse Sect?

For a moment, Bais had no clue...

Seeing that he was silent, Ayton said: "Okay, let me tell you your identity first. I forgot to remind you. I am in a hurry now."

The initiative was in the opponent's hands. Bais pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "The Assassin's Guild was originally the twelfth seat, but he retired many years ago. I have no idea what is happening to the Assassins now."

When he came into contact with the mysterious organization on the mainland for the first time, Ayton suddenly became interested. He turned his sword in his hand and asked, "What does twelve seats mean? Twelve people?"

Surprise flashed in Baisi's eyes. It seemed that these two people were really novices. Anyone with some knowledge would have heard of the most secretive organization on the mainland, the Assassin's Guild.

If we talk about the mercenary unions on the street, they are doing superficial work, such as guarding, collecting, recruiting...

Then the Assassin's Guild works secretly, specializing in assassinations, kidnappings, hijackings and other series of incidents. It also keeps its work absolutely confidential and does not disclose any employer information.

Just like yesterday, some people guessed that the Haller family hired the Assassin's Guild to do it, but even if they found someone from the Assassin's Guild, they would not inform them. There was no evidence to prove that everyone was caught off guard by the unexpected events at that time. So much so that I could only swallow this bad breath.

The only thing to blame is their poor intelligence work. If they had known about it in advance, there would probably have been a circle of guards standing outside the Obsidian Auction.

The members of the Assassin's Guild are not like mercenary adventurers, who are voluntary from outside. Instead, they are controlled by the people behind the scenes. They are an extremely large family of assassins who make a living by assassinating. They will collect street children from all over the world and train them intensively until they reach adulthood. .

According to their talents, they can be divided into silver assassins, gold medal assassins, and backbone-twelve seats.

Above that are the top powers of the seventh, eighth, and even ninth levels such as elders and family heads. They are no longer responsible for external tasks, but punish traitors internally.

It is because of this huge power that even the Holy Vatican does not dare to easily provoke the existence. However, the Assassin family rarely accepts orders to assassinate clergy. It is mainly responsible for various disputes among the nobles. Both parties have always maintained this kind of existence. There is a tacit understanding, and the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river.

Among them, the twelve assassin seats can be divided into the first six seats and the last six seats. The latter six seats are the peak fifth-level powerhouses such as Clementine and Bais, while the first six seats are the real sixth-level powerhouses.

But now, Baisi lifted up his shirt, revealing the shocking scar on his abdomen that looked like a centipede. Its location happened to be the fighting energy space of the human body.

He smiled bitterly and said, "If you don't believe me, you can come over and check. My last mission failed, I lost all my fighting spirit, and now I am a useless person. Fortunately, I met Rowling, otherwise I...sigh..."

A long sigh showed the desolation of the heroic era at that time. In fact, even if he didn't use fighting spirit, with his current skills, he would still have no problem dealing with ordinary mercenaries below the fourth level.

"Since you have retired, what did that woman do to you two days ago? Don't tell me it was to catch up with old times."

Baisi clenched his fists: "Huh, she said she took a big order and asked me to determine the location of the Obsidian Chamber of Commerce. She also used my place to hide from the eyes and ears. I don't know how she knew my location, but since she did it the night before yesterday After she left, she never came again. Judging from the movements on the street these two days, it seems that she really succeeded."

"..." Ayton fell silent, because the two of them were almost killed by the crazy woman inexplicably last night. He originally wanted to find out information about her, but the person in front of him didn't seem to have much to do with her, so …Do you want to silence yourself?