i used to be a devil

Before working in the mercenary union, Yirang had a serious understanding of this place.

The red contracts are hunting commissions. For such things, they usually contact more reliable experts to take over these commissions to avoid mistakes.

Yirang came up with the idea of ​​this thing when he was very poor.

It just turned out that the three-star mage didn't have the convincing power of "this is a master", and he was not angry when he was cut off from a source of income, but he was somewhat regretful.

He wanted to know how much was paid on a red post, and what was the "high" method of a master.

As a matter of course, he looked forward to the person in front of him - this should be the rubbing of the "master" and the like.

It seems appropriate to use it as a new role-playing clothes after killing.

——It can satisfy his thirst for knowledge at this time.

There is a kind of person—no, there is a kind of existence, you cannot discuss the ethics and logic of time with him.

Yi Ran is like this.

As a thing that human beings care about very much, it is his turn that it is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

The human body with life is just a piece of clothing, and the memory that carries all the emotions is just the character setting after he puts on the clothes. All relatives, friends, likes and dislikes are dispensable character backgrounds.

He is very clear about his positioning and goals at present: Yi Ran Field's clothes are not bad, so he doesn't care about spending some energy to directly wash the marrow and cut bones of this body if he wants to wear it more comfortably.

Really just be a mentor to teach junior mages?

That's impossible, a whim is not a hobby, and if he gets bored, he'll always find something else to do.

This is his playground, the playground he has single-handedly outlined in large frames.

And Yirang's current hobby is to make money.

The material and toughness in his hand have changed, even with the "qi". The dagger was inserted into the wall next to it by Yi Rang.

The scene where the tip of the blade easily breaks through the wall bricks and sinks into it clearly shows the sharpness and extraordinaryness of this weapon, but it still makes the hood on the opposite side twitch with distress.

He didn't see the dagger before it was in Yirang's hands, but he simply thought that the person in front of him should be a rich trash mage who didn't know how to cherish things.

——Although I don't know how they all came to this conclusion, but I have to say that if Yi Rang is really rich, how can he walk around in a state of mana exhaustion without even using a bottle of mana recovery potion?

No mage has such confidence.

Hood thought, even the mage Poroel, who was infinitely close to the holy rank, could not have such absurd confidence.

Thinking so far, the hood looked away from the priceless dagger and looked at the mercenary on the ground. He felt that he had found a reasonable explanation.

That is: the identity of the mission target named Yiran Field in front of him as a three-star mage is just a lie.

From the death of the mercenary on the ground, it can be seen that it is not a method that ordinary mages can have-or it should be said that the person who did it is very experienced in assassination techniques.

"You are not a mage."

Hood said this with a confident affirmation. Although it was through a mask, Yi Rang still felt that this guy should be full of confidence now. Thinking of this, he squeezed his chin and looked at the hood. Looking at it with disgust, "I said, you...are you a knight?"

"No."

The other party denied Yi Rang's conjecture without even thinking about it, and the moment he uttered the conjecture at the same time, Yi Rang denied the idea by himself.

Those dead-headed knights, although arrogant, single-minded, with inexplicable self-esteem and the belief of "fighting for dignity" that I don't know where they come from, still won't do this kind of hidden identity killing .

Despite being in the Black Knight all the time, Yi Ran is more objective.

Looking up at the time, Yi Rang felt that she could no longer procrastinate on these small things.

Till now, the little tail that was quietly following him is still unwilling to come out and explain what he wants to do, but he can no longer continue playing this waiting game.

His vacation was very short.

As for the hood in front of him: Yi Rang doesn't have much patience for this kind of guy who doesn't show red contract posts, does things in ink, and procrastinates a lot.

After saying these few words, the corpses of the mercenaries on the ground had already begun to cool off. If they stayed for a while longer, wouldn't they be confronting the street guards at the scene of the murder?

After the other party gave a negative answer this time, he also walked away from the other party in a daze, left the narrow alley, and headed towards the more interesting forest of magic breath.

"...?!"

"I'm busy, you know that?"

The moment he was about to pass by, the hooded figure moved slightly, and the sneak attack that had been hidden in his left hand came out quickly. This kind of movement has been skillfully done thousands of times.

The hood is a skilled trade in assassination - the number of completed orders and hands-on has been countless.

Under the form just now, that blow didn't say anything else, he didn't show any killing intent, and when he moved, he was in the blind spot of the opponent's vision——

It was not taken for granted that the sharp blade was intercepted on the trajectory, but from the direction of the sharp blade, and the sharp blade was pinched from behind.

And no matter how hard you try, you can't get any closer with the sharp blade.

"Who the hell are you?"

"..."

This time, it was Yirang's turn to be speechless.

After looking up and down the hood with the eyes of a mental patient, Yi Rang decided not to say much, and left quickly.

Leaving the hood in place, he couldn't take his eyes off the weapon in his hand.

—The power of fear is gathering in your hands.

The grudge that has not yet been withdrawn, as if the subtly changed weapon in his hand was activated, such a sentence appeared in his mind as an illusory voice.

He only hesitated for a second, then quickly took off the hood and mask on his body, and quickly stepped forward to kill the dagger that Yi Rang had stuck on the wall.

After weighing it for a while, he stopped hesitating and quickly chased him out.

——Speaking of which, is it okay to just leave the corpse on the ground alone?

……

Apparently, the corpse of a mercenary was just lying in the alley, and when it was found because of the smell...it was no problem.

Yirang said that his schedule was very tight—that is, he said he was very busy, and then he went to the horse market and bought a donkey.

The hood that had followed Yi Rang all the way up to this point had already taken off its camouflage, and this guy's golden hair was as conspicuous as if shining in the sun.

Witnessed Yirang and the seller of the mount with my own eyes... No, it should be said that after haggling with the farmer who sold the donkey for a long time, after the deal was settled with five silver coins, the hood unconsciously retracted the two weapons, "..."

He didn't know if he had made a mistake in his judgment.

but--

Slightly loosening his hands, the hood tidied up his clothes, and walked towards Yirang who was leading the donkey to buy a riding gear.

The hood of Yirang's dagger stuck in the wall is not sure, but for his own weapon, he knows exactly what material the blade is made of.Those who can accept the red post from the mercenary union are not the kind of poor ghosts who can only use iron weapons pitifully.

The hood is very clear: that kind of color and special texture will only have a special phenomenon after adding Luna Silver Sand.

The weapon infused with Luna Silver Sand will have a night-like color, with a faint texture like a layer of transparent metal solution poured on it.These two textbook-like features are unmistakable to anyone who has seen all the holy artifacts of the royal family [Moon God's Scale].

Hood felt that he should have found a more direct way to make money.

He glanced at the donkey tied by Yi Rang at the entrance of the drama shop from a distance, and all his original hesitation disappeared at this time—in his opinion, there is a kind of person who is the best to persuade: people who lack money.

And Yi Rang was obviously this kind of person.

How can there be local tyrants who are still struggling to accept the commission from the mercenary union?

Not long after, Yi Rang, who had completed the supplementary materials, rode the donkey with a rawhide saddle, walked out of the mount market, and was stopped by the hood who had made a decision.

"Mr. Ejan Field."

The way of appearance this time is no different from the previous follow-up. Hood's golden hair is shining in the sun at this time, setting off the youthful slapped face full of vitality, "Can we talk?"

The donkey groaned when it was hit by such a fence. Yi Rang looked at the blond guy in front of him, and pulled the rein to make the donkey change direction and continue to move forward, "No, I'm very busy."

Accompanied by these words, the little donkey's slow pattering of hooves suddenly created an embarrassing atmosphere after being ridiculed.

The hood didn't care about Yirang's perfunctory nonsense, but he didn't know that he had touched the point of thinking, and then his brain opened up, "Alchemist, is it?"

"...Oh?" Hood's firm and confident tone made Yi Rang find it interesting. He was so bored on the donkey that he pinched the donkey's ears. "Tell me, how did you see that?"

I also want to try this kind of command sentence used by a superior, tsk.

Hood held back the words that he almost blurted out, and sipped it with his lips pursed.I told myself repeatedly in my heart: You can't beat him, you can't beat him, you still have to rely on him to make money, calm down.

After repeating this, Hood endured Yirang's pretentiousness as a peasant in his opinion, and stated the basis for his judgment as Yirang wished, "Material conversion, only an alchemist can do it."

Originally, I wanted to give examples about the difference in tactics, the limit of the mage's body training, and the only basis for the alchemist to perform human alchemy on himself and use magic. Weapons with different materials are used as the most straightforward testimony.

Only an alchemist can change the material.

With this point, everything else is trivial argument.

The city wall of the town was right in front of us, and the pattering donkey still raised its voice from time to time along the way.Yi Rang looked up at the two patrolling guards standing under the city gate, and suddenly asked, "Have you disposed of the corpse?"

"Hey?"

"You don't even know how to deal with the aftermath, but you still want to help me?"

Saying so, Yi Rang disdainfully dismissed the hood that was a little confused because she couldn't figure out the state, and pinched the donkey's ears a little.

As if in a place where no one was riding a horse across the grassland alone, the donkey, whose original speed was only the walking speed of ordinary people, rushed to the gate of the city like a gust of wind, and came to an emergency stop.

Seeing Yi Rang being interrogated, Hood suddenly had a bad feeling.

He stretched out his hand and took out the dagger that was also mutated in his arms, and sure enough——

It's just an ordinary refined iron dagger.

……