It is common for men in the tavern to be jealous of women. Others were watching the show. Kim stepped forward and punched the drunkard in the face. The young drunkard groaned and fell backwards, knocking a table behind him to the ground. The food and wine on the table were spilled out. The guest who was originally sitting at the table quickly drifted away to try to avoid it, but in the crowded tavern, he hit the other table on one side. Now the entire tavern was like a domino. The guest who was hit stood up and punched the person next to him angrily. The other party was full of old fists without showing any weakness. The fist hit the body and made a sound of Peng Peng from the woman's body. The screams of the woman being frightened, the loud scolding of the owner of the tavern attempting to stop, and the sound of the table, chairs and wine glasses knocking all over the floor. All of this was mixed together and messed up.

"Damn little beast, I've found you." Kim's eyes searched in the chaotic crowd, and finally found the young alcoholic who provoked him in a corner. He rushed straight towards the coward who was hiding in the corner with ale that he had been splashed by unknown person and his black left eye.

"Woo, woo, woo." The young drunkard curled up in the corner, as if he was frightened by the scene. Looking at Kim who rushed over with anger, the drunkard curled up even more. At this time, the others didn't even bother to look at this place.

"Gurgh." When Kim thought he was sure to win and was ready to teach this damn alcoholic a lesson, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw a wound on his chest. When Kim thought it had been a long time. In fact, it was only a few seconds, blood flowed out of the wound.

"Some big shot said hello to you. Hehe." The drunkard who provoked Kim looked completely sober, and did not look drunk as before. He saw him approaching Kim's abdomen and holding a very sharp hardwood in his right hand quickly slammed Kim's liver, lungs, and heart parts, with skillful and accurate movements.

Kim's body softened without any resistance, but the young drunkard grabbed his body effortlessly. He slowly leaned against the corner of the wall, as if he was sleeping soundly. Then the drunkard quietly slipped away from behind in the surrounding chaos. In the narrow and dirty alley, he wiped the blood of the hardwood with the inner layer of his clothes while walking, and then threw the weapon into the garbage dump beside the street.

"Is the matter done?" In the shadows around the corner of the alley, a man with one-eyed and full body wrapped in a cloak asked the young drunkard walking over.

"No prey can slip away from my hands. Did the money bring it?" The young alcoholic, no, his name is Cyrill, a professional killer, but only a few people like Jeff know about his existence. No one knows where he is hiding. But if you need a good killer, just draw a few special symbols with white stones on the walls of the house next to the streets of the three intersections, and he will appear and take away the name and related information of the person he is going to kill.

"This is your reward." The one-eyed man threw a bag of silver to Cyril with satisfaction, and then left the street. Even he didn't want to have too much contact with these ancient and mysterious real killers.

"With these, you can live a good life for a while." Cyrill put the purse in his hand, not counting the number inside. After all, no one dared to deceive the members of the Assassin Guild. He hung the purse around his waist, circled the streets and alleys a few times, and then walked into a slum where there were no houses built by merchants and citizens, only residences made of simple wooden boards and abandoned warehouses, where some ragged poor people and the lowest social class lived.

"You're back." When Cyril stepped over a stinky ditch with a foul smell, a woman dressed as a tavern waiter said to him in front of a warehouse, as if she had been waiting for him here.

"Is the head there?" Cyril asked the woman.

"I'm waiting for you inside." The woman dressed as a maid is also a member of the Assassin's Guild. She is good at getting into places where Cyril wants to assassinate the subjects often, and she explores the geographical environment and everything inside, providing an indelible contribution to the formulation of the assassination plan.

"Hi, didn't Cyril bring me anything delicious today?" A little boy emerged from under the woman's crunching nest, with golden hair, green eyes, and fair skin, and said to Cyril.

"Ah, I'm just working today." Cyril shrugged and said to the little boy.

"Ah, is that?" The little boy's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still tried hard to maintain his smile. The innocent smile made anyone who saw it relax his guard.

"For you, put away your smile, it makes my body feel a little chilled. I really can't stand you." Cyril took out half a piece of ham from his arms and threw it to the little boy. The little boy quickly took the ham and bit it down.

Cyril sent the little boy away and walked into the warehouse. This was their temporary stronghold. As a member of the Assassin Guild, he knew very well that there was no fixed place for their profession, so the ever-changing residence could provide security. In fact, other members were scattered on weekdays and would only meet when they received the task and the convening of the leader.

"Cyril, the task is completed?" In the empty warehouse was placed a wooden table and a stool. The person sitting next to the wooden table was actually someone familiar to Aruod. He picked up a piece of wood on the wooden table and carefully carved it. Soon a wooden horse was carved to life.

"Yes." Cyril stood in front of his leader and reported to him.

"Who is the client?" the assassin leader put down the wood carving in his hand, stood up and asked Cyril.

"This is not in line with the rules." Cyril hesitated. They were assassins and generally they were not allowed to disclose the identity of the client, but the person who asked was a leader who was rarely seen.

"Tell me, obeying orders is your rule." The assassin leader smiled slightly, and he stretched out his hand to make an act of pardoning Cyril. As the leader of the Assassin Guild, his words were an absolute order for low-level assassins like Cyril.

"Yes, the client in the middle is the subordinate of the merchant Jeff, but today someone saw Jeff going to meet Earl Lauzits, and it was probably the order given by this insidious count." Cyril quickly analyzed the information and informed his leader.

"Why did Count Lauziz kill a wine cellar manager?" The assassin leader was a little confused after hearing Cyril's words. He didn't understand why Count Lauziz wanted to kill a wine cellar manager.

"You have been away for too long. Many people in Mason Castle and towns have heard a rumor that Duke Mason has been unable to afford to get sick and unconscious until now after drinking the wine transported by Earl Lauzits from the south. Therefore, the wine cellar manager must be related to this matter." Cyrill told the Assassin Chief what he knew.
Chapter completed!