I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

The ability to read and write is called a bug in this world. You only need to destroy some possessions to know the information you need. I don’t know if this setting can be extended to other worlds, but no matter how you say it, at least in this world, it must Make the best use of everything.

The substitute envoys in the sixth part have not yet been born, but many of the substitute envoys of Golden Wind should be seven or eight years old now, or even close to their teens.

These future Mr. Assassins are actually very pitiful. It may be a good thing to prevent them from going down the path of no return as an Assassin.

These assassination members who were originally under Diablo's command belonged to the most tragic faction in the entire enthusiasm organization.

The assassination team performed a mission for about 2000 million lire. The average salary of salaried workers in Italy at that time was about 1600 US dollars, which was equivalent to about 300 million lire. The assassination team killed the target, and the reward was divided equally among nine people. In fact, the performance improvement that a killer can get each time is only equivalent to the monthly salary of an ordinary salaryman.

Obviously the target of killing is a mafia boss or the president of a consortium worth tens of millions of dollars, but what he gets is the monthly salary of a salaryman...

No wonder the assassination team finally insisted on killing the boss and getting back their salary.

ps: The bastard boss ran away with his stand-in, the bastard boss returned our hard-earned money! !

ps2: Assassination squad, it’s really miserable... But in fact, if you convert the US dollar exchange rate into RMB in 2001, it would be more than 1 yuan. If you make two to three orders a month, you can earn [-] yuan... Okay , compared with the profession of killer, it still reveals a taste of extreme poverty.

Chapter 268: What is your next sentence!

In an era of peace, there are always those who are unwilling to be peaceful.

knight.

martial artist.

swordsman.

People who live by licking blood with the tip of a knife, after losing the right to use minions, are probably like ornamental animals in a zoo.

It's a pity that the animals in the zoo still have a meal after a meal.

As for animals like human beings, they can only be smashed alive by the society with sticks that are too long and full of sharp teeth.

It wants you to be content with being ordinary, to bend down, and wait until you lower your head and see the herds of cattle and sheep squatting with them, but you can't do anything recklessly.

Even if it is grinding its teeth at night and staring at the prey that is close at hand, the beast can only roar in its heart to restrain its wildness.

A knight's sword is for killing.

There is no difference between the knives in the hands of the gangsters in the society and the Lian Jiazi in the rivers and lakes.

The sword that Polnareff has been using to practice is a sword that has seen blood. He has slaughtered cattle and sheep with it, and he has seen blood stains on the blade.

The technology left on the battlefield is for killing people, not just for physical fitness.

For the first 20 years of Polnareff's life, there was only a sword and his family around him.

then

The younger sister died, the mother was seriously ill, and the father had to take care of the seriously ill mother.

That year.

He wrapped his sharpest "sword" and left France. He wanted revenge and wanted to try the sword.

Jay Carr gave him a fitting reason.

A very rich and reasonable reason.

Sister Shirley died.

As an older brother, he should take revenge.

This is natural behavior.

Pierce the opponent's heart with ten thousand swords, trample his dirty organs into a pulp, cut off his pair of hands and feed them to the dogs.

Verify your strength and complete your revenge.

There is no conflict whatsoever.

"Three years."

Leaning under the cold moonlight, the young French knight had a lonely expression on his face. The granulation controlled his thoughts and made him have a strong killing intent towards Jotaro and his party, but it did not completely invade his personality.

He still harbored hatred, hatred for the man who had both right hands.

"Brother, revenge."

In his chest, there was a ferocious beast roaring in pain. From Cairo's departure to the present day, his spirit has never been able to relax in the slightest, as if some emotion has been deliberately sealed, and his heart is full of Grumpy feeling.

"Shirley, wait a minute, I will kill Joseph to avenge you—"

"That old man, the arm that was deliberately covered, must be that old guy..."

His mind was filled with murderous intent towards Joseph, and the roiling pitch-dark emotions ate away at his remaining sanity inch by inch. He was already blinded by hatred, but now, a guy who seemed to be an enemy appeared in front of him. on the hostile list.

He kept imagining how to kill Joseph, and how happy he would be after that...

"Come on, come on, Shirley, look at me."

"Brother, I will definitely avenge you, in the name of a swordsman."

……

In many situations in this world, it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil.

In a world where people cannibalize, the strong live and the weak die.

Everyone's original intention is probably very simple. What Polnareff once expected was a peaceful life, the health of his family and proving himself.