[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

Three days later, late at night, Delin put on a thick cotton coat and went out alone.The wind was very cold tonight, and there was a tingling sensation on his cheeks, and it was only then that Delin realized that the time had entered the limit of winter.

Heavy clothes affected his movements, and Delin had to wear tight clothes under his padded jacket.The black dagger is still stuck in his waist, but today is not its home field.An arm-length knife was strapped to the back of Delin's waist, with serrated blades at the end.The handle of the knife is carefully wrapped with cloth - this is to prevent the knife from falling out of the hand, which means that the blade is about to see blood.

But Delin's expression was the same as usual, even leisurely.Momo and Binhuo only thought of him as going out on a date...it was self-evident who he was with.

Delin declined to comment.

Skillfully sneaking over the wall to get out of Daqie Miye, Delin took out the paper folded into squares from a corner of his pocket.There is a person's name and address written on it, a portrait of the person below, and some fairly detailed information at the bottom.

Bu Zhe, a businessman belonging to the lineage of the Communist Party, is the target of Delin.Naturally, his lodging would not be in the high-end urban area where Daqie Miye College was located, but in the housing complex of Mengzhong.When Delin arrived there, even the vendors in the night market had retreated. The lonely streets were empty, dark and ferocious, like a monster opening its mouth to swallow.

The coachman pulled up his hat and sneezed in the cold snap.In the dark night, he could only vaguely see the youthful figure of this young man, while the face of the other party was shrouded under the hood.The quality of the cotton-padded clothes was extraordinary, and the coachman's eyes flickered, and he sensed something was wrong before he could make up his mind.

——Derlin bent his hand, and the blade of the knife poked on the fabric, pushing up a bulge.Ignoring the malicious look behind him, the boy calmly threw a gold coin behind his back, which fell into the coachman's arms.

Delin lowered his voice and made himself look more mysterious: "I advise you, go back early."

After saying these words, the boy stopped looking back, and walked silently towards a corner of the residential area with his head slightly lowered.The coachman's expression changed, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked silently.

Assassin?Doesn't seem like a man to mess with.The coachman rubbed his face, wondering if those assassins are rich enough to wear noble clothes recently... But since he is also a "down town person", he expressed his kindness——

"What am I doing here?" The coachman seemed puzzled and said to himself.He put the gold coin in his mouth and bit it, smiled silently, and drove away.

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Delin shuttled through the dark and narrow passage, and slowly exhaled.The suggestion to hire a black-hearted coachman in the lower city was given on the note - as long as you pretend to be a "member" in the lower city and buy it with gold coins, "no one will know where Delin is" tonight.

This taught Delin a lesson - those who are available in the lower city should try it out.

Turning out of the congested place, the road ahead gradually widened.Delin saw a courtyard with white walls and gray tiles, separated from other houses.From that exterior, it's not hard to spot the opulence of its owner.

Delin's palms were slightly sweaty - that was Buzhe's home.He is very nervous.

Sears didn't know that the young man who was crowned as the God of Death in his memory was not a person who was good at killing.

"You're going to make a mistake," Durling said to himself. "This is not a trial."

So what?A cluster of golden flames ignited in Delin's eyes, and it was fleeting - a voice in his heart said: You are not a righteous judge.Oswald wouldn't care about that, would he—don't forget the promise.

——So what if you have to bear the flames of redemption?The divine will that should be borne must be borne, and the punishment that must be received must be received.

Delin stood in the shadow of the corner, his face changing.After a while, he murmured softly "I see", then drew the knife behind his back, and found a white mask.

He walked towards the house.

The night watchman yawned, and looked at the bedroom behind him - Mr. Buzhe, the target of his protection, was playing with his cute pet... Every day he heard the girl's sharp and desperate sobs, he would feel horrified.

There was a look of contempt on his face, if it wasn't for the request of the family, he would not have left the folding group to protect such a vulgar upstart.

Tonight is still calm.The night watchman turned over on the sofa, closed his eyes full of disdain for his relatives.

But soon he realized something was wrong.

In the air, his tentacles of divine power were touched by someone.The man was not too tall, a little thin, and carried a long knife - he didn't even try to hide the sound of his footsteps.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The sound of footsteps magnified infinitely in my mind.The night watchman stretched out his hand vigilantly, and drew a dagger from under him.The noise from next door continued, and he was a little irritable, but he didn't dare to express his anger.

Footsteps came in and stopped at the door.Then the door of the hall was pushed open, and ten steps away from the night watchman, a man in a cloak walked in with his head hanging down, wearing a white mask.

The night watchman remained motionless, but all the muscles in his body screamed... His heartbeat became faster and faster, and the intruder's footsteps followed.

Three steps, two steps, one step!

Stretch your waist and support your elbows.The body of the night watchman suddenly jumped up from the sofa in a twisted posture, and the dagger fiercely pierced the face of the comer.

But the intruder is faster.He raised his hands flat, and the blade in his hand resisted horizontally.With a loud noise, the two touched each other.

He still didn't hear the people in the house, so he was immersed in his own world, unaware of the disturbances outside.

The night watchman's expression became solemn, and he was very surprised by the opponent's strength.Because the blow just now was not as simple as it seemed.The night watchman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and bent even more.

But this time, the intruder took the lead.

The long knife slanted across the air, but the night watchman twisted his waist to avoid it.The night watchman stabilized his mind and attacked close to him.

The two immediately wrestled together.The intruder's posture was very leisurely, not like the neat and spicy assassin's.After the two have been close for a long time, the disadvantages will be revealed.

Intruders generally attack the limbs, chest and abdomen, and this obvious willingness to attack is mostly difficult to achieve.At the same time, the skilled killing technique of the night watchman undoubtedly gained the upper hand. He cut the arm and shoulder of the comer—even if the opponent used divine magic to stop the bleeding in time, so what?There was no need to use Seek, because it was enough to kill him, thought the Night's Watch.

On the other side, the silent intruder—Derlin bowed his head slightly.When he raised his head again, strange and hot golden flames shot up in his eyes.

Let me do it.Someone in Delin's heart was laughing at him: After all, you are still too weak.

The author has something to say: finally wrote it!

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