I really can't control myself

Seeing Garsain being pulled out, the assassins here were stunned. He had confirmed that Gasein had expired before, but now Gasein's condition is obviously very good. What is going on?

The first thing the assassin thought of was a substitute. Some nobles would also use shadow dancers to do dangerous things, but he quickly ruled out this. First of all, the Garsain he killed was obviously not a shadow dancer. The opponent's saint-level strength was real. Would any saint-level person be someone else's shadow dancer? As for the one in front of him, it was obviously true, because when Garsain saw him, the other party had already released his aura. Even if he was injured, he could clearly feel it. It was obviously a saint-level aura.

But no matter what, this is impossible. Even if Gasein was really not dead before and was just beaten to death by himself, his injuries must be worse than his own. He has not recovered yet. Gasein's Situation...what's wrong? is it possible?

"That's him." At this time, Garsain was of course sure that the person in front of him was the assassin who assassinated him, and said directly, "Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate me?"

"Huh... no need to say anything." Although the assassin here was still very shocked, the situation now forced him to calm down a little. Normally, he would try to get rid of the two saints in front of him, but with his current physical condition, he might not be able to get away, let alone fight.

Linton and Garsain also understood that this person was obviously not the mastermind, but just a professional killer. The focus of this matter was not him, but what was going on behind him. It was said before that as far as they knew there was only one organization that could afford to hire a saint-level killer, and that was the Black Hand Guild. But the problem is that the relationship between the Mafia Guild and Linton is actually good now. They have no need and are unlikely to cause trouble to Linton.

"You are the Jorden Sword Master, right?" Gasein here said suddenly. It was obvious that Gasein and the others had discussed the identity of the assassin when Linton was looking for someone, and Gasein also got the name of the Jorden Sword Master. "At least you are too. Is it really okay for a swordsman who left a great name in history to die here in disgrace as an assassin?"

Seeing that the other party was determined to die, Gasan also tried to persuade him. Of course, after reaching the Saint level, money, power and the like are obviously not what the other party wants, so they can only break through in name.

"Qiao Deen Sword Master?" The killer here suddenly laughed strangely, "Have you really not heard this name for a long time?"

"you……"

"I'm sorry, your guess is wrong." Before Garsain could continue to speak, the assassin here said, "I am not the Sword Master Jordan, that old guy, died a long time ago. And I, very It just so happens that he is an unknown person.”

"Are you...really not Sword Master Jorden?" Garsain couldn't tell for a moment whether the other party's statement about being dead was telling the truth or referring to it. After all, it might mean that after the duel that year, Sword Master Jorden felt that his past self was gone. It means dead or something like that.

"What you see in front of you is just an insignificant third son from a small family." The assassin said, "Even if I reported my name, you would never hear it."

Judging from the other party's statement, it may not be the Sword Master Qiao Deen they guessed, but the other party should know the Sword Master Qiao Deen? Garsain thought for a while and said: "How is this possible? You are a saint-level person. How can such a genius be unknown?"

"Do you know that being the third son of a noble family and having such strength is really a good thing?" The assassin sighed and said.

Speaking of which, Linton and Garsain basically understood what the assassin meant. It was obvious that the man in front of them had experienced a plot similar to family betrayal. The head of the family, as the official heir, was jealous of his abilities and excluded him. . Such plots are not uncommon and can be said to occur everywhere. Because the inheritance law in this continent has this shortcoming, the heir can inherit everything, while others have nothing. Although this is to ensure that the family's strength is not dispersed and is necessary to maintain the family's strength, it is indeed too unfair to those family members who have no inheritance rights.

"What family do you come from?" Garsain asked.

"My family? That's not important anymore. After all, this family has disappeared for more than ten years. You guessed it right, it was me who did it." The assassin said with a strange smile.

"Now that you have taken revenge, you still have to work hard for the organization behind you?" Linton asked, "For what? It was the organization behind you that improved your strength or avenged you, and then you gave them to you in order to repay your kindness. Working hard?"

"..." The assassin here did not answer this time. It was obvious that he was willing to talk about his own affairs, but he was not prepared to reveal a word about the forces behind him.

"Can I tell you that you have some ambition? You are considered a genius if you can reach the Saint level, and you can even defeat Garsain." Linton said, "It's not worth dying here like this. The organization behind you Is it true that they have helped you so much? Your ability to reach the Saint level is your own talent, right? Without their help, you wouldn’t be able to achieve your goals?"

Linton said and pointed at himself: "Look at me, my previous situation was similar to yours. The fourth son of the family has been pushed to a small border village to retire, but I haven't relied on my talents to fight back. , now directly married to the Queen..."

"So...he didn't come to find you?" Halfway through Linton's words, the killer here suddenly asked.

"Huh? Who is he?" Linton was suddenly stunned when he heard this.

"..." The killer here didn't answer either. He looked like he regretted saying anything more.

"Wait a minute..." Linton suddenly had an idea, "Are you saying that the organization behind you has a standard for recruiting people into the group, that is... born into a noble family, but are they excluded or excluded from the family? The betrayal of the disinherited, taking advantage of their hatred of the family...etc..."

Halfway through his words, Linton suddenly froze. Yes, it was just analysis at the beginning, but suddenly he thought of what happened before. There seemed to be an organization behind his body, but the memory was not inherited. Linton was not sure about the specific situation, but now that he was talking about it, suddenly There seems to be some connection.

If you guessed correctly, could the organization behind my body be the organization behind the assassin in front of me? It is true that his identity is that of a person who has been ostracized by his family, has no inheritance rights, and hates his family. That's why this assassin felt that he met the organization's selection criteria. Then maybe someone really came to me?

In this case, is he really the one who sent people to assassinate members of the family? If there is nothing wrong with my guess, it seems to make sense that the organization would send people to trouble me again this time, because... in the eyes of the organization, I have completely betrayed them. Because he didn’t know that there was an organization behind him, and he had never contacted him. When others saw it, he promised to help you avenge and assassinate people in the family when he joined. The matter was almost over, and you turned your back and refused to recognize anyone. ? This is not a proper betrayal.

"It really helps me get out of trouble." Linton held up his forehead. The troubles caused by cheating on his father's identity had nothing to do with him, but he seemed to be unable to shake the blame. Linton looked at Gasein next to him. If his guess was correct, then Gasein's father also contacted and organized the assassination himself? This is a headache. Seeing that Garsain is still very concerned about his father's death, knowing that he is his father-killing enemy, how should he explain that he has nothing to do with this matter?

"And he didn't even spare his own father. He is really a filial son." Linton couldn't help but say. Although he could indeed guess that his predecessor had suffered many injustices in the family, he directly hired a killer to kill his old man. Even though Dad also chopped Linton, he still couldn’t accept it.

"What did you say?" Garsain next to him looked at Linton strangely, because Linton suddenly started to fall into a daze in the middle of saying this and muttered to himself for a long time, which was quite strange.

"I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect that there is such an organization on the mainland." Linton said, "And it seems that this organization is probably operating within our empire. Am I right?"

"..." The assassin did not speak again, obviously not planning to say anything about the organization anymore.

"You'd better speak quickly..." Gasein here said and was about to go up, but was directly stopped by Linton next to him.

"Forget it, judging from his appearance, it's probably impossible to ask anything." Linton said.

Garsain looked at the expressions of the assassins here, but did not refute. Yes, he also saw it. This guy is a dead man. He talked too much before, probably because Linton and the others happened to mention his pain, so they talked about themselves. Now, look at his appearance I won't say another word.

Torture to extract confessions and the like are probably of no use to this guy. Putting aside the fact that this guy is a saint, both physically and mentally, he is far superior to ordinary people. The bigger question is... It seems that no one has ever forced a confession on the words and deeds of a saint. In what way? beat? There is no way to do this.

"In memory of your great master, commit suicide." Linton said suddenly.

"Huh?" Garsain was stunned for a moment and looked at Linton strangely.

"What's wrong?" Linton asked.

"It's nothing... I always feel like you suddenly became a little more generous today..." Gaseon asked.

"I'm usually very cautious or something?" Linton asked.

"Isn't it?" Garsain asked.

"Then what do you want me to do? I'll hand it over to you for torture?" Linton said.

Of course, there was nothing Gasain could do. To be honest, it would be a waste of time to torture this assassin. However, it is indeed strange that Linton gave up so quickly. He is usually not a good person.