A strange world

Chapter 1025 Chapter 256. Shadow

The shadow assassin eavesdropped on their conversation for a long time.

Annan then remembered that there was an assassin locked up next door who had not had time to be sent to execution.

Baal also forgot about him...he was a useless assassin after all.

"Do you want to deal with it?" Maria acted as a guard.

"No... don't, I am loyal to you and Lord Barr!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Know... don't... know! Master Olmei, the president of the Purification Court..." The assassin changed his words several times.

"I don't believe you." Annan shook his head: "Were you working for Barr before? I know you assassins. If you lose, you will hold a grudge. If you win, you will counterattack."

"No, Lord Annan, I...I am a good person. I just couldn't stand the brutal killings of the Shadow Guards, so I broke away from them and followed Lord Baal..."

He still misses Barr. It seems that the two guys who have been abandoned by the mainstream have a lot in common.

"real?"

"More true than Kinnar!"

Annan came to the next cell. "Shadow" is an ordinary person who can't stand it when thrown into the street, at least that's how it appears.

"Tell me about the Shadow Guard."

"Well……"

"Prefer not to say?"

"No, no, absolutely not! I...I'm wondering where to start..."

When the shadow was still in the Shadow Guard, the knowledge that was instilled in him was that the Shadow Guard was the shadow of the Montreal family, a knight, and a loyal servant. They came out of Wilhelm with the Montreal Gold Family, and one of them followed the royal family of the Kingdom of Rekaner to the north...

Annan felt that they were bragging. It was not that the Shadow Guards did not exist, but that the Shadow Guards of Ruikaner had nothing to do with the Shadow Guards of the Empire.

"If the Shadow Guards are as strict as you say...how did you escape from them?"

Shadow hesitated to speak: "Can I not say it?"

"cannot."

"Okay... I failed the screening and was kicked out." Shadow looked downcast.

Barr was deceived really badly.

"What do you think of Barr?" Annan suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Barr... Lord Barr is a good man. He took me in and told me what he thought and what he did."

Shadow didn't say anything bad about his old master, so he passed the test.

As for letting him do things...

"What are you going to do?"

Shadow was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that Annan was planning to let him go. He was trembling with excitement: "I will use all my strength to sneak up to Shearfield without anyone noticing and tell him, Mr. Olmey." Your Excellency asked me to say hello to you!"

"This is an assassination, an assassination that cannot be known to anyone." Annan regretted it before it even started.

"Wouldn't the assassination be successful if we kill everyone we see?"

Forget it, give him a chance. If he messed up, just think of it as a warning to Shearfield.

Annan backed away and motioned to his men standing not far away to come and open the door.

As soon as the shadow came out, he couldn't wait to run behind the soldier, as if someone else had caught him.

"You seem scared?"

Shadow nodded and shook his head, glancing into the depths of the dungeon: "Is there anyone else in the dungeon..."

Annan understood what had happened, stared into the depths of the dungeon, and threw a devil's contract to him.

"Let's take action after signing the contract. If you need anything, ask my subordinates."

Putting away the signed contract, Annan returned his attention to the middle-aged man.

He asked blankly: "Why did that person call you Mr. Annan?"

It can be believed that the middle-aged man did not run away immediately but took the risk and came to the Purifying Court for help.

And Annan didn't hide his identity much.

"I am Annan Reeves." Annan said with a smile.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth unconsciously and suddenly fell to his knees.

Annan frowned: "Stand up, don't kneel."

"I...you...are in danger..." He became incoherent and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Annan somewhat underestimated his sacredness in the eyes of these free blades. He had no choice but to ask his men to send the middle-aged man out first to let him calm down a little, and then took Maria to the depths of the dungeon.

The Iron Maiden still sat there, as if sleeping.

Annan looked at her: "Thank you for your help, let's continue what we didn't finish last night."

Maria's eyes trembled quietly: "Do you want me to avoid it?"

"Huh? No need."

Annan looked at the unresponsive Iron Maiden.

Is it because of the seal that she can only influence others through dreams or something like that?

"You look here, I'm going to take a nap."

Maria showed that this was indeed the case again.

To her slight disappointment, nothing happened. Annan entered the cell next door and began to meditate.

Soon, there were only two faint breathing sounds deep in the dungeon...or maybe three.

…

It was broad daylight now, and the weather was so clear that even the snow was showing signs of melting.

But to a real assassin, there is no difference between day and night.

At the door of the Shearfield gang, the Get Rich Gang, two gang members looked at the door boredly.

"Butt...my butt..."

At some point, a faint cry for help sounded. The crowd looked around and saw that an old man had fallen down on the street and was screaming in pain.

The two gangsters were indifferent, but few people came to this street, and the old man kept shouting.

"Go over and have a look."

The irritated gang members walked over, stretched out their legs and kicked the old man who was bowing his head: "Get away!"

"It hurts...my butt..."

"What's wrong with your butt?" asked the gangster next to him.

"My ass is gone..."

"Gone?"

The two gang members were stunned on the spot, watching the old man sit up and point behind them: "Over there, my butt is on the tree -"

They subconsciously turned around and saw nothing on the canopy of the dead tree...

Just as he was about to turn around, two gleams of cold light flashed through him, followed by the sound of him falling to the ground.

The shadow covered in dust got up, dragged the two corpses into the alley, changed into their clothes, and walked towards the Rich Gang in a grand manner. As a result, he happened to meet Sheafield who was returning in a carriage.

Sheafield had just finished his meeting with the big shot when he saw that the gatekeepers had disappeared and were replaced by strangers wearing their own clothes.

"Who are you!?"

Sheafield shouted while shouting: "Master Water Elemental!"

The reaction of the street gang was very fast. Before the shadow had time to say hello to him, a water elemental emerged from the back of the carriage and faced the shadow.

Shadow lied to Baal but not to Annan. He was indeed eliminated by the Shadow Guard, but being able to enter the selection itself means that he has a lot of talent——

At least he could fight a large water elemental for a long time as a level 3 ranger and was only beaten half to death.

Seeing that he was a little anxious, Sheafield wanted to run away first. Shadow was anxious to follow, ignoring a water blade that shot straight towards his head.

At this time, a teleportation array appeared at the feet of the water element and disappeared into the street with it.

The jet of water dissipated, leaving only a chill stinging Shadow's forehead.

Shadow was the first to recover and grabbed the stunned Sheafield.

"An——" Shadow swallowed back the words, "Quiet down!"