City of Sin: The art of twenty-six killings

"What?" The master suddenly felt cold all over him, as if jumping naked into the Floating Ice Bay outside the window. He could hardly imagine this sentence being said by Richard. A twelve-year-old child, although a little silent, but hardworking, hardworking and progressive, would suddenly learn to kill?

Suddenly, every painting that Richard drew appeared in the master's mind. Thinking of the lines that hide the infinite power, the master suddenly realized that he was wrong, and he was always treating Richard as a normal little boy. In the human Great Noble education system, some twelve-year-old children are already very mature, and fifteen-year-old is a recognized adult standard. Outside of human active areas, some children of the Orc tribe are considered adults when they are six or seven years old.

Thinking about this, the master straightened up and asked seriously: "I want to know the person you want to find, he is a real murder expert. But first I need to know, why do you want to learn to kill people."

"Since Runemaster is the creator of the war, only by learning to kill can we create a better Rune Knight." Richard said calmly.

Richard ’s answer once again made the master feel helpless. After a few deep breaths, he barely calmed down his depression and said slowly: "A good reason, it sounds like it is true. But it does n’t matter, as long as there is A reason that can be justified is sufficient. That person is called Naya, but many years ago almost everyone called him 'Blade Blade'. You should be able to get what you want from him. "

Richard nodded, corrected his posture again and saluted the master, then handed over a piece of paper.

The master thought it was another homework, but he didn't expect it to be a payment certificate signed by Richard, which confirmed the number of class hours the master gave himself this month. Of course, most of these classes are simply non-existent. But with this document, the master can redeem the gold coins to dark blue, and the number of gold coins out of thin air reaches 10,000, which is the number that he cannot ignore. This process is also very safe, because the remuneration for individual teaching is ultimately paid by the students, and Deep Blue will liquidate this amount to Richard. Since there is no slight damage to Deep Blue ’s finances, it will naturally not be pursued.

Seeing this payment credential, the master ’s heart is again confused. Is this a bribe?

"Richard!" The master stopped Little Richard, who was about to leave, grabbed his messy hair and asked, "Why would you ask me for help?"

"Because it feels the easiest."

"So if I won't help you? Who will you go to?" The master has some unresigned.

"Blackgold."

The master suddenly realized that in the mind of Little Richard, the arts and the gold coins are equally unreliable, so I chose the breakthrough here. But he wanted to know another answer, so he called out: "Hi! Little Richard, who are you going to find in the end?"

Richard said without hesitation: "Those Archmage who only want to teach students!"

In the middle of the night, Richard left Deepblue's Main Tower and came to the auxiliary building complex commonly known as the fringe area.

There are a large number of wizards in the main tower, and each wizard needs at least two or thirty people to serve them directly or indirectly. Most of these people live in fringe areas, because the rent price of Deepblue's Main Tower is not affordable by any Mage below Level 10, even a small house with only a bed.

The edge area is also divided into several areas with different levels according to the distance from the main tower. The ring-shaped area closest to the dark blue is home to a large number of mages, most of which are less than Level 10. They can't afford dark blue, but they can barely settle down next to dark blue.

The Richard wrapped in a dark cloak has traversed several areas in a row, reaching the outermost edge of the edge area. Along the way, he felt a variety of gazes, from the arrogant Level 8 Master, there were also gloomy little people staring unwillingly, and more people were curious. Most people who wander in the same area all day know each other, or at least they are familiar with them, and strangers are naturally attracting attention. And the Level 3 Mage logo on the corner of the Richard cloak saved him a lot of trouble.

At the end of a dark alley, Richard stands in front of a rundown tavern. The wooden signboard of the tavern had a big crack, and it could be seen that a half-naked woman was imprinted on it, and the painter was vulgar and clumsy. A few dim lights showed through the crevices of the tavern. It was quiet, without hustle and bustle, and there was only a pungent odor of gas.

It ’s winter now, the cold is everywhere, and only Deepblue's Main Tower keeps warm under the effect of magic, this warmth will also radiate to the inner ring of the fringe area. This is one of the reasons for the high land rents in the inner ring and the source of the heavy burden and arrogance of the inner ring residents. And in the alley at the end of the fringe zone, the temperature is already very cold. Even if the self-heating facility is opened, the bistro of this size is only a little warmer than the outside. If you want to reach the room temperature, the pub will be a month 'S turnover cannot afford one day's energy consumption.

So warm, the difference in the senses of Richard is quite big, but for most ordinary people, there is not much difference between minus thirty degrees and fifty degrees.

In this **** weather, and in such a remote location, there will of course be no guests in the tavern.

Richard reached out and pushed open the tavern door and walked in.

The area in the tavern is not large, and only three tables can be set. Standing behind the bar was a medium-sized, plain-looking man with half-white temples that looked a little old.

At the corner of the table, two burly men in ragged clothes were sitting lazily against the wall, drinking siplessly. The alcohol is very strong, but the taste is very pungent, presumably the price is quite cheap. The thing they serve is thin, thin slices of air-dried meat. I do n’t know what the meat is, but the dryness is completely dehydrated, which makes people have no appetite. But the two men picked up a piece of meat very carefully, put it in their mouths, chewed hard, and remembered it, and then aftertaste, they would pour a few bites of bad wine into the stomach. It's just such a small dish, it seems that I can't finish it all night.

Richard has been looking around for a week, and has a panoramic view of the tavern. The man behind the bar washes the glass while glancing at Richard and said, "little brat, did your mother tell you that you must drink when you are an adult? Of course, if you are rich, I do n’t mind pouring you two . "

Richard lifted the cloak's hood and said, "I'm not here to drink, I want to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" The man behind the bar seemed interested.

"Disaster Blade." As soon as he spoke, Richard suddenly felt as if it had fallen into the ice cave, and it was frozen stiff in an instant, and he couldn't move a finger! Except for the head, it seems that the whole body is no longer under control. And the coldness hit with sharp thorns, as if there were 10 million/whatever happens needles piercing his skin. This is the first time Richard knows the taste of killing intent.

If the light freezes at the same time, both men at the table stop their movements. One was holding the glass while pouring the wine into his mouth, and the other was cautiously carrying a thin, almost transparent piece of wind flesh and held it in midair. However, they are obviously not able to move a finger like Richard. Although the movement is still, their eyes are on Little Richard, and there is no extra expression on their faces.

The man behind the bar stopped wiping the glass and looked up at the dim candles swaying on the wall, apparently caught in some kind of memory. A moment later, he recovered, looked at Richard, and said, "Slaughter Blade is my previous nickname, it has not been used for a long time, and now my name is Naya. You can know that Sword Blade, then it is considered a friend, although I am Curious, a child who has not grown up came here to do what he wants. "

"I want to learn to kill." Richard's words have always been concise.

"Why?"

"Because I feel that maybe I need to use it soon." Richard said.

Naya nodded and did not ask why, but said: "This is dark blue, even the outermost part, it is also dark blue. So ..."

"I prepared the tuition." Richard said.

Naya grinned and smiled: "My course is expensive, at least 500 gold coins a day."

The ice-thorn-like killing intention disappeared with this smile.

Richard took out an exquisite enchantment leather purse, opened it, dumped a pile of shiny gold coins on the bar, and said, "I prepared a thousand, so teach me everything you know!"

Naya casually glanced at the piles of gold coins and smiled playfully, saying: "A child who has not yet grown up, with so much money, and ran into an Assassin old den, you are not afraid that I will directly Did you swallow it? I know most of the guy who likes to draw women introduced you, but that guy is a soft bone and ca n’t believe it. So, little brat, now you come and give me a reason why I should n’t kill it directly You. "

"Because I only brought today's gold coins."

Naya smiled even happier and said, "Smart boy! But it ’s better to give me other reasons. Sometimes I work for money, sometimes I do n’t. So for insurance, it ’s better Do n’t guess if I just want some money now. "

Richard hesitated for a moment, and then said: "My name is Richard, Richard Archeron. My teacher is His Royal Highness Sharon, and his father is Gordon Archeron."

The smile on Naya ’s face suddenly sagged, and he spit on the ground violently, and shouted at the two men at the table: "You said! Old partner!"

The man on the left put down his glass and said, "These two are lunatics! If you did something to Little Richard, the guy who fled to **** Gordon would also pull you out, and then Your Highness would let you in For the next thousand years, I regretted why I was alive. "

The man on the right put the flesh back into the dish, looked at Little Richard and said, "Do n’t you think this little brat is very interesting? Teaching such a little brat must be very fulfilling, let alone make money! If you If you think there is too much money, just give it to me. Anyway, the disaster blade is more than a decade ago. Now I know that you still ca n’t play with the sharp knife. And I am short of money now! "

"Red beard, you don't think about it!" Naya growled and swept all the gold coins on the bar into his pockets, fearing that the movement would be slow and change. After receiving the money, he finally looked at Richard a little differently. He pondered for a while before saying: "I want to teach you not only to kill, but to destroy the art of life, start now."

In the early morning, Richard returned to his residential area. On the way to the bedroom, he saw the scarred steel puppet again, and his round, unharmed head was particularly prominent. Looking at this puppet full of pain, Richard suddenly sighed and said to himself: "In the future ... I don't need you anymore."

Richard passed by with the puppet, left-handed trajectory traced over the puppet's neck, and then walked toward the bedroom.

Bud, the puppet ’s head detached from the body silently, fell to the ground, and popped far away. The incision on the neck is as smooth as a mirror, as if it was cut by a sharp blade.

ps: According to the convention, it is necessary to add one more time on the weekend, how much is not included. Well, the convention ....