Assassination career from full level

When Jill finally found Ingram who disappeared while shopping, he saw that Ingram was killing sheep in front of a shop. This teenage boy seemed to be interested in everything. The owner of the shop took out a docile sheep, then tied up the leg of the sheep, threw it on the table, pierced the sheep's throat, cut the sheep's throat, pulled out the tube connected to the intestinal tract, and gave a beating. At the end, the people who were going to buy meat were whispering something, as if they were discussing how the sheep was doing.

"Ingram, why did you come here?" Jill squeezed into the crowd and pressed Ingram's hood dissatisfied.

"Because Ingram seems to have something interesting to see here!" Ingram's eyes sparkled.

"What's so interesting about killing sheep, haven't you seen it..." Jill closed his mouth after saying that. This six-year-old young master probably really only ate mutton and never seen sheep run away.

On the other hand, Ingram couldn't hear what Jill said at all. The sheep killer took out a sharp knife, took a piece of sheepskin off the sheep's leg, inserted a pipe into it, and started Blow.

"Hey? Jill, didn't they kill the sheep? Why did they blow on the sheep?" Ingram pulled Rajil's sleeve.

"You really don't know how expensive the family is." Jill said, pinching Ingram's face: "Of course it's for the sheepskin. Do you know how much the whole sheepskin costs? That sheep Half the value is in the sheepskin."

"Ingram knows, I have a robe made of sheepskin, ten gold coins!"

Jill leaned on his forehead and sighed. He had been with Ingram for a long time recently. Seeing Ingram's aristocratic face that had no concept of money, he felt hatred for the rich for some reason.

While the two of them were talking, the sheep had swollen like a balloon. Seeing that it was almost done, the butcher cut the sheep lengthwise through the belly, then cut down the leg, and then pulled it hard. , the whole sheepskin was completely torn off.

It seems that the butcher's workmanship is good, and there is even a vague applause once again. The sheep that has been stripped of sheep's skin is still alive at this time, and it can even be said to be alive and kicking, probably because of the pain. It won't be long before the light returns.

Ingram didn't know if he saw any tricks, anyway, he was like a child, his eyes were shining there, and he opened his mouth wide open to look at the scene in front of him in surprise. yearning.

Jill directly dragged the fascinated Ingram away with a dark face. Seeing Ingram's aggrieved expression because he was inexplicably dragged away, Jill couldn't help pinching Ingram's face fiercely, almost He pinched finger marks on Ingram's fair face, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Can you do something worthy of your face? Why are you so interested in killing sheep?"

"...What does it mean to be worthy of this face?" Ingram rubbed his painful face and looked at Jill suspiciously.

"Put on a dress embroidered with gold and sit drinking tea in the rose garden...forget it, it's nothing."

Although Jill really felt that Ingram's face was suitable for participating in the black tea party every afternoon in a place like the Papal State, but Ingram's character always made Jill feel that Ingram would throw the teapot on the Countess's head.

Just when Jill was about to pull Ingram away, he saw a man in black squeeze out from the butcher shop they had just watched. It was the bard in this city, and Ingram seemed to conclude that he It's an elf. Although Jill didn't think he would easily see a creature like an elf on a human continent, but since Ingram said so, there must be something special about this man in black. .

The man in black seemed to be in a bad mood, but he noticed Jill's gaze, so he nodded slightly as a response. Jill was surprised that the man in black still remembered him, and the man in black opened his mouth slowly, He said in a voice as clear as a lark: "You are Jill, aren't you? If you want to go back to the hotel, we just happen to be on the way. Shall we go for a walk together?"

"Why do you know my name?" Jill smiled: "Did someone tell you?"

The man in black stared at Jill under the hood: "Although it sounds like you suspect that someone has betrayed you, unfortunately, I know your name because I know some deduction spells, not with the help of others. .”

"Like Kartag's astrolabe?" Ingram suddenly interjected.

"It seems that you know a lot." The man in black pulled the brim of his hat: "That's even better. Come on, I want to make a deal with you."

"That depends on what you want to trade with me," Jill said pretendingly indifferently: "To be honest, I don't lack anything now, and I don't think I have any need to make a deal with you."

"It's about some recent interesting things about the Zion Society. Are you not interested?"

Jill's eyes widened slightly.

"It seems that you are interested." The man in black seemed to laugh: "You don't need to rush to deny it, no, it's better to say that I can listen to your inner voice, so your just-right acting skills don't matter to me What's the role, I can clearly hear that you are very interested... How? It's not a big deal if you just listen to the content of the transaction, right? If you refuse, I will never force you, How about it?"

"No, no need," Jill hesitated, but finally chose to refuse: "I have already decided that I will not have anything to do with the Zion Society in the future, and the information of the Zion Society is not important to me." something necessary."

"Even if this information is related to Riles?"

Jill was taken aback: "Riers?"

The man in black did not answer Jill's rhetorical question: "Besides, are you too naive? It is wishful thinking that the entire Zion Society considers itself a troublesome burden, so of course it will take itself as a burden at the gate of death. Sacrifice in the opening, and then no longer track down your whereabouts... But, this is not the case, is it?"

Jill fell silent.

"Okay," Jill said finally, "I'll just hear about your deal."

"Brother." Jill suddenly felt his waist tighten, and he didn't need to lower his head to know that Ingram was sticking to him again. He sighed, and wanted to listen to other people's inner voices, and Ingram should be the best among them. At least the kid can guess what Jill is thinking every time. Jill just plans to exclude Ingram from this deal—after all, it is information about the Zion Society and has nothing to do with Ingram—— Gram had already stuck to it, and he knew that he was looking at himself with pitiful eyes at this time.

Jill didn't look at Ingram beside him, but just rubbed Ingram's hair, and then asked, "Is your trading partner just me? Does it have anything to do with Ingram?"

"No," the man in black looked at Ingram, who buried his face in Jill's neck, and said, "It doesn't matter, all I want is you."

Jill sighed insignificantly: "That's good."

"Then, when the moon is hanging in the sky today, I will wait for you in a house near the south city gate. Then I will stand at the gate to welcome you. You don't have to worry about getting lost," the man in black saluted : "Then, I look forward to your visit."

"Brother." Ingram's voice sounded dissatisfied, but it was still soft and nasal with a bit of coquettishness, like a child trying to make adults give up their decisions by coquettishly playing tricks.

"It's okay, Ingram," Jill pressed his forehead against Ingram's forehead: "Nothing will happen."

"Jill, don't leave Ingram alone..." Under the mood swings, Ingram didn't care about the rules of calling him brother in the city, and directly called Jill by his real name.

Jill suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help scratching her hair in frustration. In this way, the black-robed bard just called her own name. Aldran was originally the lair of bounty hunters, like the two men last night. A bounty hunter can actually suspect himself with a soundproof circle. It is hard to say whether his conversation with the bard on the street will be overheard by someone who cares. Although he is not afraid of bounty hunters, but in this way There must be a lot of trouble, so I made a decision right away. After hearing what the black-robed bard wanted to say, he took Ingram and left Alderaan.

It would be great if things went that smoothly.

Before the climax of the moon, Jill finally came late. After all, it was not easy to coax that Ingram to sleep. Jill finally put this guy to sleep before resorting to the last resort, the black robe The bard in front of him seemed to have been waiting for a long time. This person had already covered himself up tightly, and this time under the moon, he couldn't even see his remaining face.

"You really came late."

"It's not easy to coax a child."

"An unpunctual person like you will be hated by elf girls."

The black-robed bard in front of him took off his hood as he spoke, and his long aqua-blue hair cascaded down like a quiet and flowing river. Compared with the pointed and long elf ears of humans, Jill's dumbfounded Looking at the woman in front of her, the woman looked at Jill with smiling blue eyes. According to legend, the eyes of elves are the most beautiful jewels in the world, and there are stars infused by gods there. Jill found that this is not a metaphor, but a real one. The pupils of the elves in front of them are not monochromatic pupils like human beings, but a mixture of multiple similar colors, dotted with dots of pupil light, really like stars.

"My name is Claire Frostfall, a tree elf from Fallen Moon Forest, an ice priest who serves the goddess of the moon, it is my great honor that you are willing to listen to my terms of exchange, Jill, the choice of Kabbalah's tree of life The setter..." Under Jill's surprised gaze, the elf slowly lowered his head with shining eyes like stars.

"May the Crown of Ten shine forever upon your head."

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Planted a bunch of foreshadowing