Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Not long after Morani took over the task of snatching the holy relic, he received another task of assassinating the head of the Imperial Army.

The task was assigned to him by the guild.Even for their shady profession, there is still a loose guild organization, which functions as an intermediary between employers and assassins.Morani never refused any mission from the guild. As an assassin, he never questioned his employer's motives.Those schemes, hatred, and interest entanglements have nothing to do with him. The only thing he needs to do is to achieve the goal, then receive the reward, and make his skills more perfect after several times of honing.

So without even thinking about it, he took two orders, one at a high price for the platinum rose cross icon that was supposed to be dedicated to the Holy See, and the other at a barely passable price for Aibo.Albican's life.

He guessed that this hapless knight leader was probably a victim of factional struggles in the Holy See.He didn't care about the infighting in the Holy See, if the supreme god of the world had a cleanliness habit, he would send down fire from the sky and burn the entire royal city.No matter what faction, as long as they are priests, in his view, they are all the same people, a group of dirty rats who seem to be sanctimonious.

But the head of the Knights didn't seem to be as miserable as he imagined.

He observed for a while, waiting for the opening, looking for the right time to attack.Aibo.Albican, with his handsome appearance, slender and vigorous figure, and most importantly, his skill and vigilance, is not a target that can be easily dealt with.

So Morani lay dormant for a long time, and did not make a move for a long time.The task progress is stagnant, but there are new discoveries in other areas.

He knew that Aibo would wake up at a quarter past six every day, and he would dig a well in the backyard to wash up regardless of the weather.

He was often called into the Holy See, and most of the rest of his free time was spent practicing with members of the Imperial Guard.

He was courteous and moderately affectionate to the ladies, but never wooed any of them.

He is not a picky eater, but he seems to feel better when there is stew in the meal.No particular preference for alcohol.Hate others whistling.Has mild cleanliness.I prefer sunny days to cloudy ones.

Morani felt as if he had been lurking for too long, knew too much, and was too familiar with Aibo.The degree of familiarity gave him the illusion that they had known each other for a long time.

Compared with sneaking into Aibo's house late at night and cutting the other person's throat, sometimes he wishes he could knock on the other person's door with a bucket of beer.The idea is dangerous and impractical.

When he snatched the rose icon from Wangcheng Square and was chased by Aibo, he realized again how ridiculous the random thoughts in his mind were.

He is an assassin, and Aibo is his assassination target, and he is also the captain of the Forbidden Army who is eager to catch him and put him in prison.No matter how much he thought he knew each other well, or even thought they might become friends, this fact would not change.

He was rounded up by several people at the same time, and his only way out was the tallest clock tower building in the city.Relying on the skills of an assassin and the tiny gap in the brick wall, he climbed to the top of the clock tower with his bare hands and placed the hanging rope.

At this moment, Aibo rushed to the top of the tower and approached him.

It might be a good ending to die at the hands of the other party, he thought, with a smile on his lips.

It shouldn't be too much to leave some souvenirs before death, he reached out to the dagger at Aibo's waist in a flash.The short blade was made of high-quality materials and fine workmanship, and the weight in his hand was very appropriate, which was enough for him to quickly strike someone's throat without being too light and reducing the lethality.Even if it is not used for murder, it is still a delicate handicraft just displayed on the shelf.

Holding on to the hastily chosen funeral object, he leaped off the edge of the wall.

The expected stall and pain did not come.

The rope didn't snap, but threw him over the complex, and the wind whistled past his ears, and he reflexively threw his grapple, securing it on another spire, then another.The grapple and the hanging rope took him through the buildings, and the air was cold and free.

Aibo didn't make a move.He only needs to swipe lightly to cut the rope, and he can send Morani to hell with his own hands.Yet he did not.

Morani stepped on the ground again, running on the old stone brick road.

He understood that he owed Aibo his life and a dagger.

Now, the dagger has been returned to its original owner, but how should I pay back my life?

Han Mo: "How did the original owner plan to deal with this bad debt?"I can't read the relevant memory. According to you, what should I do now so as not to exceed the OOC tolerance rate? '

S999: 'If the memory cannot be read, it means that the original owner has no idea about it.He probably stayed in this place for so long because he hesitated repeatedly, and ended up being eaten by monsters in the end. '

Han Mo: "If he is still alive, there are only two choices.Kill Abbott, or not. '

S999: 'Well, but in order to complete our task, you have only one choice. '

Han Mo: "Understood, I can't kill Aibo, to be honest, I can't do it even if you ask me to kill him."The problem is, now I can't do anything to him, and I can't sit still, so what can I do?Pull a bench to sit and eat melons? '

S999: "If you don't attack him, there is no guarantee that the guild will not send other assassins. In order to ensure that Aibo.Albican's survival rate, according to the calculation of the system, you'd better go to the Assassin's Guild in Wangcheng to collect information. '

Han Mo: "Aren't Aibo and I separated by two cities?"We just met, aren't you afraid that the distance will kill our relationship? '

S999: 'Xiaobie is better than a newlywed. '

Han Mo: '...'

S999: 'One more thing to remind you. '

Han Mo: 'Huh? '

S999: 'In order to prevent you from losing contact with Aibo after you return to Wangcheng, you must make some preparations before leaving. '

Morani was waiting for dark.

From the other end of the town, the sound of horseshoes of the hunting party could be heard faintly.Lanterns were hung on the porch of the tavern, and the cook began to prepare dinner.A steady stream of fresh beer was delivered to the wooden table, and the sound of everyone's chatting and laughing was blown far away by the wind.

The central square was deserted, and people either went home individually, or gathered near the city gate tavern to welcome the knights back and listen to their stories about the whole day.Listening to those small sounds, Morani still lowered his eyes and maintained the same posture, unmoved at all.

When night fell completely, the atmosphere in the tavern also reached a high point, with roaring and laughing one after another.

Amidst the background sound of vague laughter in the distance, there was a sound of footsteps.That step came from a distance, but it stopped when it came to the corner of the street.

Morani turned his back to that step, but his unusually keen senses allowed him to clearly tell who the person was even without looking.

Those same steps have passed the bell tower of the royal city, the caves of the wilderness, and the dungeons of the small town.He knew it was Abbot's footsteps.

Aibo left the noisy tavern and came to the edge of the quiet and cold square, standing behind Morani and watching him from afar.

Morani vaguely expected that the other party would come to talk to him.Although the huge gap caused by the difference in status between the two of them is destined to have almost nothing to say when they face each other.

Aibo obviously knew this too, so he just stood in the night wind, suppressed his breathing unconsciously, and looked at the figure kneeling in front of the cross.

Footsteps sounded again.Ai Bo left after all.

A smile appeared on the corner of Morani's mouth.

This is only a brief separation, and they will meet again soon.he thought.

As night fell, the wind lamps in the tavern had been extinguished, all the residents of the town returned to their homes, and the streets and squares were empty.

Morani turned his neck, and the friction of the joints made a crisp crackling sound.

Han Mo: 'It's almost time, can you do it? '

S999: 'Just waiting for your order. '

Han Mo: "Okay, turn on the pain shielding function, and the shielding degree is 100%. '

S999: 'The pain shielding function has been activated, please note that the shielding state will expire after 10 minutes. '

Morani looked left and right at the hemp rope binding his wrist. The hemp rope was bound with a spell to ensure that he could not use magic skills to escape.The rope was tied just right, so as not to cause blood loss to his palm, but also to ensure that he would never be able to break free.

But that's in general.

Veins popped out of his arms, and his muscles trembled slightly from excessive force.The hemp rope is very thick, it is absolutely impossible to break the rope with the strength of one hand alone, and he does not intend to do so, he intends to break other things.He continued to apply force, adjusting the angle of his wrist from time to time.

Finally, something cracked in response, and there was a toothache sound in the silent night.

Morani pulled his right hand out of the rope, the palm and thumb were at a strange angle, and the metacarpal bone had been broken by him.

The other hand was also processed by him in the same way.In the end, he got a pair of deformed and bruised hands, as well as freedom.

S999: 'Good job, let's move on to the next phased task.According to the information obtained from the cross-analysis of the conversations of passers-by, Aibo.Albican's place is just the third street southwest of town from the corner grocery store--'

Han Mo: 'Don't analyze this, I know where he lives. '

S999: '—The house with white paint on the wall on the right hand side of the third street.You know that interrupting me puts me at risk of a bug, right? '

Han Mo: "Haha, I'm so sorry."I want to remind you that the original owner squatted at Aibo's house almost every day to watch the sentry before his death. If you blindfolded me, I could touch the door of his house. '

After regaining freedom, the first place he was going to was already deeply engraved in his consciousness together with the memory of the original owner.

He looked around and chose an alleyway without hesitation, stepping swiftly and silently on the rough stone road covered with yellow sand like a cat.The broken bone in the palm was temporarily fixed by him with the most superficial healing technique, and he could barely move slightly.Even the injuries to his hands couldn't affect his good mood.

He stopped in front of a low brick house painted white, and gently pushed the door.

The door leaf shook slightly, and the wooden bolts inside were old.He flicked his wrist, and a thin, shiny blade protruded from his cuff. With a movement of his wrist, the wooden door swung open.The severed bolt tumbled to the ground.

He sneaked into the house without a sound.

Ai Boan slept on the bed by the window, and the moonlight illuminated his handsome outline.Then a shadow covered the moonlight, and Morani stood beside the bed, bending down slowly, as if hesitating to do something, but also as if he was appreciating the peaceful scene carefully.

Suddenly Aibo opened his eyes, quickly reached out and grabbed Morani by the throat, dragging him to his eyes.