Assassination career from full level

When Gretel woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed. Although he didn't know where he was, Hansel who fell asleep on the side made him feel at ease. What kind of trouble would he encounter? If this was a place where Hansel could sleep peacefully, then it was definitely not a dangerous place.

Speaking of which, why am I here?Before Gretel could recall what happened, Hansel's voice came from next to his ear.

"You passed out right in front of that stone gate in the secret passage, and I carried you all the way here." The voice that directly answered what he was thinking made Gretel turn around suddenly, and saw that Hansel had fallen asleep somewhere , those azure eyes stared straight at Gretel, Hansel didn't care about Gretel's shocked gaze, and sat up straight away, he was only wearing his shirt, and he looked lazy as he rubbed his hair Like a fox just taking a nap—if you don't count those piercing eyes.

"Those two people parted ways with us after they came out of the secret passage. The people in this village all went to the city because they were avoiding the filthy ones. No one in a hundred miles around could understand people's language except me, so you But tell me everything." Hansel leaned over, his blue eyes were only a punch away from Gretel, and Gretel's face turned red involuntarily, he shrank back subconsciously, But unfortunately, he found that he was sleeping on the inside of the bed, and the bed was leaning against the wall. At this time, he shrank back, and his back was just tightly pressed against the wall behind him.

—These walls and doors always seem to prevent Hansel from leaving when he is close to him.

Gretel stared at Hansel's lips and sighed: "Gretel, what did you see in the secret passage?"

"Huh?" Gretel finally took his eyes off Hansel's lips, and looked at Hansel dully.

"Why are you so afraid of Ingram?"

"...I don't know, I'm just scared," Gretel said, "And, I don't know why, at that time, I always felt...feeling, what I saw was not Ingram, but something else .”

"Jill! Today is Ingram's birthday!"

Jill's desire to stay in bed was finally defeated by Ingram's persistence, waking up from last night's bout of busyness.

When I came out of the secret passage last night, I saw the moon hanging on the treetops. When I arrived in Cherny, it was already morning. When Jill was looking for a hotel, he paid a little attention to the gossip around him. It seems that the incident of the raiders' attack has come here, and the councils of the Principality of Inside seem to have realized that these filthy ones are led by the abyssal ones, and it seems that they will urgently convene a council to discuss this matter recently.

On the other hand, although there must be more people coming to take refuge in Czerny than Alderland, Czerny is indeed one of the three main cities of Inside Duchy, and there are still vacant hotels, making Jill the first time in his life. The second time I want to thank God.

Although the hotel has a double bed, it is useless. Ingram still has to sleep with Jill. Jill is too sleepy to argue with Ingram. She simply wraps Ingram with a quilt, and the two of them roll onto the bed and fall asleep together. Yes, I still slept well.

Unfortunately, Jill felt that she hadn't slept for 3 minutes after touching the pillow, and was quarreled by Ingram again. In a daze, Jill remembered that she had indeed said that it would be Ingram's 17th birthday in a dozen days Yes, but has time passed so fast?Opening her eyes impatiently, Jill raised her head buried in the pillow, looked at Ingram who had already put on clean clothes, and said in a low voice, "What's so good about celebrating a birthday? It's less than a year old." One year of life, my child, life is like money, if you use it, you will spend less, every year when you celebrate your birthday, you should feel sad and painful."

"I know, that's why, every birthday, adults will promise children a request, telling children that they have not lived this year in vain! As long as they live, good things will happen, as long as they live well, adults will reward them! "

"...It is because of this custom that birthdays in the south become holidays." Jill sat up and sighed vicissitudes like a grandfather: "Obviously the truth is the same, why do children in the south You can do whatever you want on your birthday, when I was a child, every time I celebrated my birthday, I had to kneel in front of the statue and repent for the wrong things I did this year.”

"Then Jill just marry me. I heard people say that those who marry from the north to the south don't have to follow the customs of the north."

"What do you know about marriage and marrying? Even if I really marry in the South, I am no longer a child. Besides, in the South, anyone over 15 years old is not a child, right? You have already passed your age." Jill He hummed softly.

"I don't care! Ingram was just a child! Ingram has been sleeping in vain for ten years! He missed nine birthdays where he could make a wish! When I was six years old, it was also because the old men in the college didn't show me Alchemy books, so Ingram got angry and asked for a total of fifty books, but in fact Ingram didn't want those old books at all! There are ten wishes that adults can fulfill, and the only one that comes true is Ingram doesn't want it! Ingram is too pathetic!"

It was the first time that Jill saw a person who could say that he was pitiful with a straight face. Generally speaking, people show their wounds in a roundabout way to the point of sympathy. Ingram's straightforwardness has simply surpassed that of normal people That's the scope—by the way, can a child be so naive as to be able to reach this level?

"Jill..." Ingram climbed onto the bed and began to hug Jill and act coquettishly again.

"Can you give me some face, please, don't pester me so shamelessly, how old you are, you are still a nobleman just like you." Jill gritted her teeth and rubbed Ingram's face.

"I don't want it. If Shameless can keep Jill with me, Ingram won't be shameless."

"Hey," Jill sighed again. He felt that the frequency of his sighs had increased sharply recently, and he even felt that he was a lot older: "Well, what do you want? Let me tell you first, I don't have your pope." Father is rich, so gifts of more than three gold coins are out of the question."

"Ingram has already figured it out!" Ingram took out a piece of paper out of nowhere.

Looking at Ingram's smile, Jill always felt a little uneasy. She took the paper that Ingram had written on it in large and clear characters, and began to read. Ingram's writing was okay, but I don't know if it was because of the spell Like a painting, the strokes are always a little crooked, but after all, it does not affect the reading: "Sleep with Jill every day, take a bath with Jill, ask Jill to cook me a meal, and ask Jill to tell me before going to bed at night. The story, let Jill wear a girl's skirt to show me, let Jill wear rabbit ears for a day, play Demon King's Abyss (similar to Huarong Road) with Jill, roll on the grass with Jill, and kill sheep with Jill. "

Jill was silent for a while, feeling that there were too many pitfalls to vomit, but while Ingram looked at Jill expectantly, Jill felt that he had to say something, and finally had to ask: "Why did you kill the sheep?"

"Because the sheep will be blown up when killing the sheep, Ingram thinks the round sheep is very cute." Ingram opened his arms and made a round movement.

I don’t know if thousands of flayed sheep will want to kill Ingram who made the above statement. Anyway, Jill thinks a little bit, although the requirements listed by Ingram are indeed all that Jill can do, and the cost is also cheap. Never more than three ducats—but Jill just didn't know why.

"Jill? Jill won't?"

"It's not impossible," Jill narrowed her eyes, as if she was thinking about how to bargain with Ingram: "But if you want me to play with you, what good do I do? I'm not someone of yours, and I have no need to fulfill your wishes Bar?"

"Woo..." Ingram made an aggrieved and dissatisfied voice: "What does Jill want?"

"Ingram, make me one request."

"What request? It's not okay to drive Ingram away." Ingram became alert like a cat that heard something strange.

"Don't worry, it won't happen, but I don't think about it now, let's talk about it later, just remember that you owe me a wish."

"No problem. Ingram can do anything. Jill can do whatever she wants with the stars in the sky. Ingram is not like those incompetent people who only talk about it." Ingram looked proud and complacent.

"Then... what about resurrecting the dead?" Jill asked abruptly.

"Resurrection... If it is to make the corpse move, it is not impossible... But, if Jill means a complete resurrection, turning the dead into a living person... Although it is theoretically feasible, the [life] Separated, it is nothing more than the soul that drives the body, the spirit that carries personal information, and the body that serves as a container, adding soul information, reshaping the spirit, refining a body that is not damaged, and then merging the three together—— But that is actually not possible, because resurrection is not a difficult thing. It is not something that can be done just by writing a spell and adding powerful magic power. It is impossible. Once such a thing as [life] is gone, It does not exist in this world anymore. No matter what kind of magic it is, it cannot manipulate and change things that do not exist. Even if the soul, spirit and body are fused together, it will not become [life] and restore the past. Only a god who is also independent of the world can do things..." Ingram's voice became lower and lower, and finally became depressed: "I'm sorry, Jill... Does Jill have anyone who wants to be resurrected?"

"There is one." Jill thought for a while and said.

"Who?" Ingram approached Jill with a chilling smile.

"It's nothing, it's better to say..." Jill sighed: "He won't be resurrected, it couldn't be better."

"Really..." Ingram's eyes narrowed with a smile in an instant: "Then, Jill has promised me?"

Jill picked up the request written by Ingram, and still felt a little gritty: "It's fine for women's clothing, can I not wear some strange rabbit ears?"

"No." Ingram categorically refused.

This guy is simply entertaining me in the name of celebrating my birthday.Jill thought silently.

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