Assassination career from full level

"Jill!"

Jill smacked her mouth and watched Ingram jumping over like a dog who saw a bone. She didn't dodge it, and she didn't do it. She just let Ingram hug her. This little bastard seems to have started He likes to cling to him, as long as he gets tired of being with him, his face will blush and show a happy expression, just like now, every time Jill sees this situation, he will feel that he can't understand the thoughts of these young people, It makes me feel like I'm ten years older.

"I told you to run to Alibiji. It's been almost half an hour, and you've just arrived at the city gate?" Jill grabbed Ingram by the collar at the back of his neck like a cat, and tore him away from her body. After coming down, although the tone was very severe, there was a smile on his face.

"I'm afraid that Jill won't know which way I'm going, and then he won't be able to catch up with me." Ingram smiled brightly.

"Come on, there is only one way from Shire to Alibiji, and I won't be able to find you?" Jill was noncommittal to Ingram's careful thinking, and rubbed Ingram's head. Ever since she touched Ingram's silver hair Finally, Jill felt that Ingram's hair was really soft and soft, so that she wanted to touch it when she had nothing to do. This habit has been sealed for ten years, but recently with the appearance of Ingram, it seems to have revived Case.

"Ingram didn't want to be separated from Jill, and Ingram finally found Jill." Ingram then drilled into Jill's arms.

"I said, if ten years ago, you used your round child's face to act like a baby, I might have softened my heart, but now you are... 16 or 17 years old?" Jill counted with her fingers : "16 years old, thirteen days left for my birthday."

"...It's been... ten years?" Ingram looked at Jill blankly: "I thought it was only five or six years."

"You really have a problem," Jill pinched Ingram's small nose, and Ingram wrinkled his small face. Jill smiled and helped him put on the cap of the cloak to cover his overly conspicuous hair. Silver hair: "When you get to the hotel on the road and settle down, you have to answer me honestly, otherwise I won't take you on the road."

"Yeah." Ingram nodded seriously.

Jill got Ingram's guarantee, so she pulled Ingram straight forward, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, and don't call me Jill any further."

"why?"

"I'm going to do something, but it might be a little troublesome if someone hears my name."

"what's up?"

"Don't ask so many questions. This is not something that can be said casually on the street. I will tell you some time later."

"Then what shall I call Jill?"

"Just call me brother." Jill's eyes curled up with a smile: "When you called me brother yesterday, I felt very comfortable. You should call me twice more in the future."

After all, it is still unknown whether we can hear it again in the future.

Alibiji and Shire are some big cities in the Papal State, but besides that, there are many villages and small towns along the main road, and what Jill and Ingram are going to is a man named Rockis Although the small town is not far away, the two of them set off from Shire early in the morning and did not arrive in a hurry until the sun went down.

"Brother, Ingram is so tired..." As soon as Ingram stepped into the hotel room, he collapsed on the bed as if he was dead.

"It's only been a day's walk. Why are you tired? What's more, I carried you on my back for a third of the way," Jill smiled, took off the smock, and lay on the bed like someone Ingram pulled up a strange liquid: "Okay, I'm going to sleep, take off my coat and go to sleep."

"Ingram doesn't sleep, isn't my brother going to ask questions?" Ingram's head drooped on Jill's shoulders, his eyes half-opened sleepily. Jill unbuttoned Ingram's burqa and looked at him strangely. The obviously ill-fitting white robe inside may have been snatched from someone by this brat.

"Seeing how sleepy you are, it's okay to ask tomorrow." Jill lifted Ingram's robe and looked at it as he spoke. Sure enough, the kid probably couldn't think of such a thing as putting on his pants by the way, but even a pair of them The underwear is also not smooth-looking at this, I don’t rush to Alibiji in a hurry tomorrow. Buying a set of clothes for the child is the top priority.

"No," Ingram put his arms around Jill, "My brother said he wouldn't take Ingram on the road if he didn't answer the question. What if Ingram just fell asleep and woke up tomorrow and my brother was gone?"

"I won't leave you behind."

"I don't believe it," Ingram said coquettishly: "Ingram's trust in others has been stolen by those liars. They all succeeded, so Ingram doesn't believe in anything now, not even his brother."

Jill blushed slightly, remembering that these were what he said to Ingram when he was half drunk yesterday. In fact, Jill's wine is very good. Even if he is drunk, he will not do anything out of line, but he will not Sleep well. Once he is drunk, he likes to talk about life philosophy with others. The last time he was drunk on a companion's birthday in Zion, he talked with the birthday star next to him for a whole night. The assassin's career has a bright future. His companion almost went to the mountain to build a hut to live in seclusion.

But it was only for a moment. After seriously telling Ingram to forget everything he said that night, seeing that Ingram still insisted on asking Jill to ask him questions, Jill had no choice but to lay Ingram flat except for his coat. On the bed, after thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, then tell me where did you get your clothes?"

"Well, I snatched it from someone else." Ingram looked innocent: "When I woke up, Kartag, those people seemed to regard me as the energy source of the astrolabe."

"Ah, the astrolabe," Jill smiled. "That thing and Kartag actually exist. I thought that research institute was just a legend. So, that astrolabe can really predict the future?"

"Yes, that's how I found my brother, but the calculation of that thing is too slow, so Ingram lost a little bit of mana to help him calculate, and it turned out that I just found the location where my brother first appeared in the Papal Kingdom. , it was burnt out," Ingram babbled like a dream: "The astrolabe is indeed the crystallization of Kartag's research for 300 years. Generally speaking, none of this kind of magic equipment can withstand Ingram Nearly half of the magic power can still continue to work."

"I know you are very good, I knew it ten years ago," Jill patted Ingram's head reassuringly, and then asked, "So you have been working as a battery for ten years?"

"It should be. Ingram has no memory of the past ten years, as if he has been sleeping."

"sleep……"

Jill looked at Ingram, with a ruddy face and light breathing. If you listened carefully, you could still hear Ingram's heartbeat, but on that night ten years ago, that young child did stop breathing. Even the heartbeat stopped, that is to say—dead—although I didn’t want to admit that I made a mistake, but the facts were in front of me, and Jill had no choice but to think that Ingram was not completely dead, and his body was taken away by the Pope Then use magic to revive him again.

Because the dead are absolutely impossible to resurrect.

"Brother?" Ingram looked sleepy, but he still tried to open his eyes: "Any questions, brother?"

Jill sighed, and finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "Why were you hunted down by the Knights of the State Church?"

"Because Ingram... killed someone..."

When Jill lowered his eyelids, his tone became severe: "Why do you want to kill people?"

"Because those people lied to Ingram, because those people bullied Ingram, because those people wanted to hurt Ingram, because those people said Ingram would never find a brother, that Ingram was nobody child."

"That's all?" Jill looked at Ingram in surprise.

"Then brother...why did you kill someone?"

Ingram was lying on the bed like this, his tone was still soft, his eyes were half closed, his pupils were not focused, and he didn't know where he was looking, and his silver hair lightly covered his flushed cheeks.

Seeing that Jill didn't answer, Ingram slowly turned his eyes, stared at Jill, and asked again: "Brother...why did you kill someone?"

Silence spread between the two.

It's not that Jill doesn't want to answer, but he doesn't know how to answer. He desperately recalled his life, was expelled from the house, was picked up by the great teacher, and was brought back to Marklia. He searched for the answer on his face and face, but those frozen faces could not answer him a word, leaving only a blank in the end.

"I don't know." Jill had to say.

He suddenly felt that he was far from being qualified to criticize Ingram's behavior, because his behavior was far more despicable than Ingram's, and what Ingram killed were those who hurt him, although their behavior was far more than that. As a result, there is always a reason, but I don't have any reason, I just did it.

Even something as bad as taking someone's life was just done.

"Brother?" Ingram looked at Jill who was lying beside him without saying a word, and asked suspiciously.

"I said I don't know, will you hate me?" Jill was a little flustered, but he still tried to keep his tone calm, and he didn't know why. At this time, he was eager to know what Ingram thought.

"No, why would you hate it?" Ingram asked back.

"In your doctrine, killing people is a bad thing, right?"

"It's a bad thing. Those who kill people will be rejected by the creator," Ingram thought for a while and said, "However, Ingram is not the creator, so he won't hate my brother."

"Idiot," Jill scolded Ingram, but couldn't help holding Ingram into his arms with joy: "If this is the case, why does Ingram still want to kill people? Aren't you afraid of being hated by the Creator?"

"Because Ingram thinks that the Creator will definitely not let the person he likes be with the person he hates, so Ingram also becomes the person the Creator hates, so that Ingram can be with Jill."

Jill could only smile wryly.

"Am I... the culprit?"