The Devil’s Cage Chapter 5: Why is it me again?
Superior Evil Spirit has considerable experience in chasing enemies.
In fact, it’s not just chasing, playing the assassination with sap and medicine, it is also handy, not only because of talents and skills, but also because of those intermittent memories.
I am an assassin.
No feelings.
Cold blood killing.
According to those intermittent memories, Superior Evil Spirit summarizes his possible ‘previous life’, and then... there is no more. Except for absorbing the experience in the memory, the rest has not affected Superior Evil Spirit .
It is still Superior Evil Spirit .
Still bound by countless contracts.
I still yearn for a real vacation.
I still want to go to the sun.
As for the emotions in memory?
Does not exist.
The memory of those fragments looks like reading a book in Superior Evil Spirit . It is the life of another person, but he will not become himself after all.
However, some of these experiences are really easy to use.
Especially with its talents and skills at the moment, it is even more powerful.
The Superior Evil Spirit hidden in the air stepped closer to the target.
The other party is hiding under a piece of frozen soil.
According to the color of the soil, Superior Evil Spirit can be concluded that this is the hiding place prepared by the other party in advance.
Not only concealed, but also trapped.
"Hide nearby?"
"A good choice."
Superior Evil Spirit commented like this, then, the whole body passed through the ground camouflage which is half a meter thick and entered the place where the other party was hiding.
This is too simple for Superior Evil Spirit .
It’s like eating and drinking.
It looked at the whole body curled up as if it were a hibernating opponent, without any anxiety, first raised his hand to tie the shoulder bag on the left side of the opponent's waist, and then, the opponent's dagger on hand, hidden in boots dagger.
After doing all this, Superior Evil Spirit grabbed the opponent and dragged it into the dirt.
Sudden changes have caught the target in a special state by surprise.
The strong sense of suffocation caused the opponent to open both eyes violently, struggling to get rid of the Superior Evil Spirit , but it was useless. Superior Evil Spirit , who had no fear of such an attack, pulled the opponent deeper and deeper.
It didn't stop until the other person's real suffocation and coma.
Holding the opponent, Superior Evil Spirit pulled it back to the ground.
However, not all.
The other side is still in the soil below the neck.
This way of burying, ordinary people have already suffocated, but the other party is slowly awakening.
At a glance, the other party saw Superior Evil Spirit , which turned into an ordinary man, and recalled the scene that just happened. The look of this amateur assassin in Superior Evil Spirit changed.
Then, he closed his mouth tightly.
The other party knows clearly why Superior Evil Spirit did not kill him.
But because of this, he was not able to speak.
At least, you can’t speak now.
"Can we talk?"
Superior Evil Spirit spoke slowly.
The assassin buried in the soil said nothing, even his eyes were closed.
Seeing the other party’s uncooperative attitude, Superior Evil Spirit smiled.
"Do you know?"
"You should be thankful."
"You met me, not my Boss."
"If it is my Boss, you have been killed at this time, and I?"
"It won't be so violent."
Superior Evil Spirit said, learning the look of Kieran and snapped his fingers.
Its unique [iIllusion] ability directly envelopes the other party.
The closed both eyes is of no use, even, it better fits Superior Evil Spirit .
Tick, tick.
The sound of water drops dripping in the other person’s ears, and a familiar smell came into his nose. As a qualified assassin, he could be sure that it was the smell of blood.
Very fresh blood.
Tread, tread.
It is the sound of leather boots stepping on the blood, the footsteps are very heavy, and should be a fat person.
Moreover, the other party is approaching.
As the footsteps approached, the **** smell became stronger, and he could not help opening both eyes.
Then he saw a figure two feet tall, wearing a leather apron, holding a sharp knife and a meat hook, and behind him was a hapless egg with a cut throat hanging there. The blood in the spray was almost empty, only a little blood was left, and a drop of dripping, what he had just heard and smelled came here.
He stared blankly around.
This is a room without windows. In the distance there is an iron door that is completely closed. The walls around them are all stained with blood, and the ground is covered with flesh and blood.
Did I just be buried in the soil?
How could it be here?
Subconsciously, he wants to move his hands and feet.
At this time, he discovered that he was tightly bound to a metal chair, and he had no chance to move.
The struggling sound attracted the fat figure.
"Wake up?"
"Don’t worry, it’ll be you soon."
As the other person said this, he shaved the hook with the sharp knife in his hand.
The hook is black, cold, and full of burrs. With the friction of the sharp knife, the sparks child comes out.
His pupils shrank.
Because, he suddenly discovered that this hook is exactly the same as the hook that caught the corpse in the distance.
Then, before he responded, the fat figure pinched his neck and pressed it slightly to reveal his back. He wanted to resist, but the opponent’s power was incredible , There is no use at all.
He heard a grin from the butcher-like guy.
But the most harsh thing is the sound of the hook.
Woo!
Poof!
There was no pause in the voice, showing the butcher’s skill and ruthlessness, until the severe pain filled his body.
"Ahhh!"
"Stop it!"
He scolded the other party, but the other party was completely indifferent and continued his own behavior: using a meat hook to penetrate his body.
He can even feel the cold meat hook, shuttled through him, directly through the gap of his ribs, and hooked his spine.
At this time, he finally understood what the burrs on the meat hook were for.
When the meat hook moves a little, those glitches will make him sore.
When the meat hook stopped moving, his body was already wet with cold sweat. Even if the butcher untied the chains that bound him, he couldn’t move. He could only let the other party hang him on the ceiling. On the chain.
Wow!
The iron chain sounded and trembling the iron chain not far away, the unlucky egg that lost its life, just turned around under the action of the iron hook, a pair of godless, lost glory both eyes looked he.
Inexplicably, he rose a little flustered from heart.
He has not seen the dead.
There are no fewer people killed by hand.
However, he never thought that the dead would be so scary.
Looking at each other, he thought of himself.
I am afraid that after a few seconds, should it be your turn?
No!
Not like this!
He shouted at heart.
"Wait!"
"You can't do this to me!"
"We can trade!"
"I give you what you want, did you let me go?"
He said.
The butcher, who was moving away from the chair, was stunned. The other person raised his head, his ugly face, showing a ridicule that made him feel weird.
"Are you a fool?"
"Did you forget how you got here?"
"Think carefully, it is in your mind."
The other side asked.
He was dazed by a rhetorical question, and a burst of muttering came from his mouth.
"My hiding place was found, I was captured, and after being tortured, I lost the use value, and then, I was sent here...No! I have not lost the use value!"
"I still have nothing to say!"
"You don't even know who my messenger is behind the scenes!"
Recalling the scene, he snarled loudly.
At this time, he completely ignored the so-called assassin code.
It is true to survive.
Thinking about the messenger behind the scenes, he prayed that the butcher in front of him would report the news to him.
Just report it up.
He has room for bargaining.
He can live.
Unexpectedly, the other person shook his head.
"No, this is impossible."
The other party resolutely answered.
"You don’t know the importance of this news, you don’t know..."
"I know and I know it."
"Isn’t it Baron Nora?"
The fat butcher waved his hand and interrupted his words.
He was stunned.
He looked at each other with incredible eyes.
"How do you know?"
He questioned.
"How do I know?"
"Good question."
"Of course you told me!"
He said, the fat butcher snapped his fingers again, and the general scene of the slaughterhouse was gone.
He was also buried in the soil.
The man who captured him was standing in front of him.
"Illusions, hallucinations?"
The other person froze to himself, then shook his head quickly, and said: "Impossible! Impossible! What was just not an illusion, what is in front of me!"
"Yes, this is what you have!"
As I saw my captives persuading, Superior Evil Spirit saw a trace of disdain.
"It looks like formidable, but it is actually too fragile to be hit."
"How can a guy who escapes even reality become a good assassin?"
"It's really useless."
Using [Evil Spirit Intuition], Superior Evil Spirit , who understands the mentality of the captive in front of him, didn’t pay attention to each other, but ‘looked at’ the evil looking like thick fog around.
In the Nan Nan self-talk of the other party, the fog of these evil lookings began to surge.
In an instant, he got into the body of the captive.
The buried captive hugged his head and changed from whispering to screaming.
"Yes!"
"This is not my fault!"
"The world is wrong!"
With such words, the opponent's body swelled rapidly, scales protruded from the opponent's pores, and his normal face began to distort, and his facial features could no longer be distinguished.
The land that binds the other party is freed by the other party.
"I want to correct this error!"
The other party leapt to the ground and roared.
With a height of two meters, the roar is very extraordinary.
Then the other party starts looking for Superior Evil Spirit .
This is the first error he corrected!
At the moment when the other side bowed their heads, a palm came from behind the other side and brushed across the other side of the neck.
The other party kept looking like the sky roaring, standing upright, but the head was quietly removed by Superior Evil Spirit .
Poof!
The blood in the chest cavity rises into the sky.
Superior Evil Spirit walked like a court, avoiding the invasion of blood rain, and threw away the head in his hand.
"Enemies without even reason are the easiest to deal with."
As he spoke, he looked at the misty evil looking, Superior Evil Spirit , and Authentication that came out of the other person’s body. These evil looking's breath was a little more intense than before.
"Swallow?"
"No, not!"
"Boss' clone is not so inferior and ineffective, this should be..."
"Assimilation!"
Superior Evil Spirit heart flashed a word.
Then, he picked up his loot and was ready to return to his boss.
At this moment, an inexplicable, as if glancing from the sky from far and near, glanced towards here.
Superior Evil Spirit squinted.
The line of sight is from Boss.
This sight Boss must have been discovered, but Boss did not notify me, that is to say, I was treated as a pathfinder...
Suddenly, Superior Evil Spirit wants to return to West Coast again.
Why is it me again?
Pride, Sloth, Gluttony are all here!
They can do it too!
I don’t want to die so bad every time!
heart growled again and again.
However, the action of Superior Evil Spirit is not slow. When this line of sight was just approaching here, he pretended to have just reached this line of sight at Intuition and turned around and ran.
It's a sight.
Then, he started chasing Superior Evil Spirit quickly.
It's like discovering the Hound of a fox.
......
"Good job."
The Kieran sitting in the car, seeing this scene with the power of the contract, couldn’t help but be afraid of the palm of his hand, as if to applaud the reaction of Superior Evil Spirit .
"I hope to have a good result."
Thinking of Kieran heart, he looked out of the compartment.
The assassin’s interrogation is over. Bohr did not get the information it wanted, even the slightest useful information.
Because, the other party is the mission picked up in the underground Bounty Guild.
"I never thought my head could be worth 500Gold Puton."
Handle the captives and return to the compartment. Bohr frowned as he motioned for the bodyguard to move on.
"A lot?"
Kieran asked.
He thinks it is necessary for him to understand the value of coins in this world.
This is a quality that loner should have, and it has nothing to do with instinct.
"It is quite a lot for ordinary people!"
"A brand new matchlock gun probably needs 3Gold Puton, and a healthy and robust lumberjack working normally at the border Morsa is about 8-10Copper gram a day’s salary, where a whole piece of black bread needs 6Copper gram, which is expensive in Atandin Castle Some, probably 7Copper gram, of course, the salary of ordinary workers in Atandin Castle will be higher."
"20Copper gram for 1Silver Sol, 16Silver Sol for 1Gold Puton."
"You can calculate how much Copper gram my brain is worth."
"And the Gold Puton of the Lord I am planning to buy is only 3000."
Bohr smiled bitterly.
8000Silver Sol.
160000Copper gram.
Approximately 26,666 whole loaves of brown bread.
The inexplicably sensitive number Kieran came to the answer instantly.
Then he paused and pointed to the top of his head.
"How much is my loot value?"
Kieran asked seriously.
"There are probably 70-80Gold Puton."
Bohr was keenly aware of the change in Kieran’s expression and immediately followed seriously.
"What about my captive?"
Kieran continues to ask seriously~ IndoMTL.com~ needs to see if he has bounty, but people like him usually have it, and he is still alive, so there are definitely a lot of them. "
Bohr said this after careful consideration.
I don’t know, is it an illusion, Bohr found that after he gave an answer, this ‘Devil Flame’ Your Excellency seems... feeling good?
Does he care how much these loot can be exchanged for?
No!
Not possible!
How daunting ‘Devil Flame’ cares about ordinary currency.
There must be something I didn’t discover!
Thinking like this, Bohr began to look closely at the surroundings, trying to find differences.