They all call me master

Sherrick Candle Shop, or Sherrick Candle Workshop, is quite famous in the old town.

Not only are the candles of good quality, but also because of the unique secret recipe——

Smokeless candles!

A candle that does not have any smoke or smell, but has a light fragrance.

Of course, people in the old town only heard about this.

use?

Do not make jokes.

A candle is half a month's salary for people in the old city. How can it be used?

In fact, people in the old city are reluctant to use even ordinary candles, not to mention the smokeless candles that burn with fragrance.

Most people use oil lamps.

Moreover, even if it is a kerosene lamp, it must be used sparingly.

Therefore, many people in the old town admire the Sherrick Candle Workshop from the bottom of their hearts.

The current mother-in-law Sherrick treats old Sherrick's wife with great respect.

Because this mother-in-law is very kind and willing to help people around her.

Of course, this does not prevent everyone from hating little Sherrick.

That is a guy who is not doing his job properly.

If Granny Sherrick hadn't come forward every time, little Sherrick would have been put in a sack long ago.

Naturally, little Sherrick knew all about these rumors.

Before, he pretended not to hear.

Now?

It’s different!

Little Sherrick carefully looked at the man next to him. He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and a thin figure, but he would never dare to look down upon.

Little Sherrick only knew the other party as ‘Hardy’.

In addition to this name, little Sherrick also knew that the other party was related to the 'Haite Furniture Store'.

According to rumors, the underground world in the old city is controlled by Lord Hardy.

It even has something to do with the famous Mouse Street.

And the reason why he was able to get involved with such a big shot was thanks to the dead Flack.

If it weren't for Frank's introduction, it would have been impossible for him to meet such a big shot at the gambling table.

Of course, little Sherrick didn't care at all about Frank's death.

He still owed Frank 5 ropes.

So, Frank is dead.

As for the rumor that Frank was killed after making a lot of money in the Shire?

Sherrick Jr. expressed regret.

Then he knew he would never do it.

He's not that stupid.

Will he find someone with a background, then?

Naturally, they move forward under the protection of the other party.

Just like Hardy in front of me.

"Boss Hardy, please believe me, I will definitely be loyal to you!"

said little Sherrick, almost pleadingly.

Hardy, on the other hand, was all smiles.

He had heard too many words like this.

I even saw the similar expression of little Sherrick countless times.

Therefore, Hardy knew the result of every time.

Come for the money.

Go for the money.

Murder, betrayal, contention.

All are normal.

So Hardy said softly——

"I need proof!"

As he said that, the thin middle-aged man looked outside the room, where there was the sound of Granny Sherrick busy with dinner. Listening to such sounds, a cold smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and his eyes changed even more. It has to be ruthless and sharp.

Little Sherrick was frightened.

He just wants to make money and show off his power.

He didn't want to kill his mother.

Suddenly, little Sherrick struggled.

Hardy sat there leisurely and said no more.

His presence here means that Sherrick Candle Shop is destined to cease to exist.

Both little Sherrick and Granny Sherrick must die.

However, before the two of them died, it was still okay to have fun.

He just likes this kind of struggle.

But what Hardy didn't expect was that in less than three seconds, little Sherrick left the room.

Hearing a quick, short cry from outside the room.

Then, I smelled the pervasive smell of blood.

Hardy was stunned.

It's not like he has never seen a murderer before.

He has also seen the one who killed his parents.

But it was the first time he had seen someone as straightforward as little Sherrick.

So cruel?

Sure enough, those who bet on dogs are not humans!

Hardy thought of the angry expression on young Sherrick when he first saw him, and slightly retracted his palms into his sleeves.

About a few minutes later, little Sherrick came back, still covered in blood.

"Boss Hardy, I did it!"

When little Sherrick spoke, his voice was urgent and his face was slightly distorted.

At the moment of parricide, little Sherrick's heart was completely twisted.

Money and power, in an overwhelming way, shattered the only beauty in little Sherrick's heart.

Or……

Young Sherrick took it upon himself to accept what he thought was better.

"Well done!"

Hardy praised, raising his hand and patting Sherrick on the shoulder.

Faced with Hardy's way of showing intimacy, Sherrick certainly wouldn't refuse.

Feeling the touch between Hardy's palm and his shoulder, little Sherrick felt that his body became much lighter, and then...

My neck hurts!

puff!

The blade hidden between his fingers passed over little Sherrick's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

When little Sherrick died, his eyes were wide open.

"Don't look at me. Although I am a scumbag, compared to you, I am a little better."

After Hardy finished speaking plausibly, he was ready to go to the kitchen.

He just smelled the aroma of food.

It just so happened that this dinner was regarded as a reward for avenging Granny Sherrick.

As for the one who instigated little Sherrick to kill his mother?

What does that have to do with him?

Little Sherrick doesn't have to listen to him.

He just said it, and little Sherrick listened.

Who can blame this?

Humming a Southern tune, Hardy opened the door and was stabbed in the eye by a piece of wire.

The eyeball was directly pierced.

Then comes the brain.

The wire stirs rapidly.

Hardy felt unprecedented pain throughout his body.

Indescribable, indescribable.

But it hurts.

And it’s not numb.

Because, there is still pain...

itch!

A fat man appeared in front of Hardy, and his face that should have been enthusiastic turned cold at this moment.

“Tsk, why do scum like you always appear?

Don't worry, you will be in pain for 10 hours.

Feel the torture of ‘blood flow’. "

With that said, Eivor turned and looked at Akel.

The latter put away the 'spider thread', turned around and left.

Eivor understood the rush of the captain of the Hidden Blade, who was both an enemy and a friend.

For a scumbag like Hardy, once he takes action, he must be quick.

Send someone to intercept Akel.

Then, clean up the trouble.

Of course, we still have to deal with Alvin and Alma.

However, for the benefit of the future, nothing will really happen to Alvin and Alma, but the physical pain is unavoidable.

"Consider this the first lesson of escape, right?"

Eivor said to himself.

The way to escape is not a good one.

It is also good to endure hardship first.

After all, you get used to it as you eat.

Two retired assassins left Sherrick Candleworks.

When passing the kitchen, the two of them did not pause.

That Granny Sherrick's face was full of shock and confusion until her death.

Perhaps, she didn't understand why her son, whom she had always doted on, would kill her.

In her opinion, her son...

But he is still a child!

"Pathetic guy."

Eivor said, ignoring Alke who walked away.

He helped as much as he was supposed to.

Now?

Home, of course.

It's the 'Winter Festival', so he needs to buy more ingredients to let his dear wife and daughter taste his craftsmanship - his improved craftsmanship!

'Goodbye, you fellow, and good luck! ’

Eivor silently blessed him from the bottom of his heart.

Then, he turned around and left.

Sensing the sound of retreating footsteps behind him, Alke paused slightly.

'Thanks. ’

After thanking him from the bottom of his heart, the retired assassin appeared at the door of his house in a few seconds.

Then, uncontrollable astonishment appeared on his face——

"this?!!"