There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 5 The First Mission

A small token made of maple wood, but the size of a child's palm, tied with a red ribbon, with a pair of blurred bee wings carved on it.

The token of the honeycomb was tossed and turned in Xue Ling'er's hands, but she didn't ask what was the use of this token.

This is the certificate of Bee Wing, and getting this token means that he has officially obtained the identity of Bee Wing.

"Sister Ping, when will there be a mission?" Xue Ling'er asked respectfully in front of the woman in the emerald green dress.

This woman was black-haired and dressed in green, with a delicate and beautiful appearance. At first glance, Xue Ling'er almost thought that the other party was her own age, but after a closer look, she could still see traces of age on the other party's face.

She is He Ping, the proprietress that Fang Bie said, and the sister Ping that he needs to call. She is not only the proprietress of this Xiaohun Inn, but also the bee attractor for himself and Fang Bie.

According to the rules of the hive, bee needles and bee wings are only tools for killing people. They are not qualified to contact the hive. All tasks and orders are issued by the bee guide.

He Ping tilted her head to look at Xue Ling'er and smiled: "There will be missions when they should be."

"But before we start handing over the tasks, we have more important things to do."

What could be more important than an assassin's mission?

Originally, Xue Ling'er didn't know, but she soon found out.

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"I disagree!" After hearing He Ping's explanation, Xue Linger's first reaction was this.

Are you kidding me?

She came here to be an undercover assassin, not to be a waiter in the shop.

Yes, this is the more important thing He Ping said.

"For a normal inn, we need a cashier, a waiter, a cook, and a handyman." He Ping said to Xue Ling'er at the table in the lobby.

"So we still need a proprietress, right?" Xue Ling'er replied.

"It's not wrong if you think so." He Ping tilted her head and smiled. Her smile was faint, not only without showing her teeth, but also with the feeling that the smile was just for politeness: "Before you came, our side At present, I am an accountant and a cook, and Fang Bie is a waiter and a handyman."

"I'm the accountant!" Xue Ling'er said firmly.

In order to enhance her persuasiveness, Xue Ling'er continued: "I can settle accounts, I can keep accounts, and I can write well."

He Ping looked at Xue Ling'er: "Then I'll be the cook?"

Xue Ling'er didn't dare to say good words for a long time.

Being an accountant must be the easiest job, but how can you compete with your immediate boss for such a job?

"But why do we insist on opening an inn?" Xue Ling'er finally asked, "Aren't we the assassins of the hive?"

"Can the assassins of the hive not eat or drink?" He Ping looked at Xue Ling'er and asked, "Or do you think that there are tasks every day, and we can kill and kill non-stop?"

Isn't that what assassins do?

The wind comes and goes, and the fire goes, killing a person in ten steps every day without stopping him for a thousand miles?

Xue Ling'er suddenly felt that she had some misunderstandings about assassins.

"This Xiaohun Inn is also the intelligence fulcrum of the organization in Los Angeles. We are not only a carpenter bee of the organization, but also a hive of the organization." He Ping explained to Xue Ling'er calmly: "So we need to support ourselves I also need a decent career to cover my eyes."

This is not the same as the world I imagined. Isn't a hero a profession in itself?

Is it possible that all the heroes have another career to support their families in private?

Is it too disillusioned to think so?

It's like knowing that the hero spent a lot of money in Yihong Courtyard with the money he earned by dragging the floor to settle accounts and running darts for others.

This kind of rivers and lakes is too disillusioning.

"I'm a cook." Xue Ling bit her lip and said, "Although I don't know many dishes, I can learn."

Yes, if you come, you will be at ease. Thinking about it carefully, why does being a cook sound better than being an assassin?

Is this good for pretending to be a professional?

"Okay, then let's distribute the monthly money first." He Ping nodded: "Fang Bie works part-time as a waiter and odd job, so he takes two monthly money, which is six renminbi in total."

"You are the cook, the cook gets four dollars a month, and I am the accountant, four dollars a month."

Saying so, He Ping took out a few pieces of broken silver from her sleeve, weighed them, and pushed them to the two people at the table one by one.

Fang Bie answered in silence, but Xue Ling was in a daze for a moment as he weighed the light silver key in his hand.

When she was a young lady at home, she usually had two taels of silver a month, and the New Year’s money for festivals and festivals could earn as little as 100 taels. Even the salary of Jin Yiwei would have 120 taels of corn a year, equivalent to 60 taels of silver. .

But then Xue Ling bowed on the table: "Sister Xie Ping."

"There's nothing to be thankful for. There's nothing to be thankful for if you earn money based on your ability." He Ping smiled lightly: "So from today onwards, our division of labor has been decided. When there are tasks, let's not mention them for the time being. When there are no tasks Just do your own errands well, and the monthly payment will be settled every month, which is the wages paid in advance."

While talking, I saw a snow-white pigeon flying into the courtyard of the inn, then poked its head, saw He Ping, flew in again with fluttering wings, and landed on He Ping's shoulder.

Cuckoo three times.

Xue Ling'er looked at the snow-white carrier pigeon, only the eyes were red like blood. Such a carrier pigeon is very expensive, and I'm afraid you can't buy one for 20 taels.

He Ping gently scratched the pigeon's chin, then took off the copper pipe tied to the pigeon's feet, then grabbed a small handful of millet from her pocket, and sprinkled it on the table. The shoulders jumped off, and he jumped onto the table to peck at the grains.

On the other side, He Ping opened the brass tube by herself, and inside was a piece of paper as thin as plain gauze. He Ping took a look at herself, clicked her tongue, then rolled it up again, pressed it on the table and pushed it to the center of the table. .

"It's better to come early than to come by coincidence."

"There has been no mission for a month in a row."

"You have just arrived for two days, and you have a new task."

Xue Ling didn't move, Fang Bie stretched out his hand to take the note, spread it out for a look, then rolled it up again and put it down.

He squinted at Xue Ling.

Only then Xue Ling nodded, reached for the flimsy note, and opened it for a look.

But I saw that it was written in small print:

"Xuan Zihao mission.

Assassinate Ning Huaiyuan, a disciple of the Huashan Outer Sect rebel sect.

Mission introduction: Ning Huaiyuan rebelled by killing his fellow clan from Huashan. He will pass through Los Angeles in three days. Please wait for the opportunity to assassinate him.

Task reward: 50 points for assassin points, [-] taels of silver for grain.

Another: According to the Huashan sect, this disciple may carry a copy of Zixia's magical power on his body. "

(End of this chapter)