Chapter 64

Atonement island is full of criminals.

Murderers, rapists, robbers, thieves, and war criminals.

If you can live in such a place for a day, you are not new.

It must not be easy to live more than a year.

Linston lived five years.

He was an assassin. He was arrested for assassinating a knight on Bailong island and exiled here by the count of Bailong.

Outside, he has his own identity and is the main member of a small-scale assassin group.

But here, he became a lone ranger.

Like before, join a bandit organization?

Linton shook his head and said "no".

There are three thieves in sin Island: God thief, famine thief and rat thief.

The number of thieves is the least. They are all elites. He is not qualified to join.

Wild robbers are robbers. They are savage and ferocious. They are not his appetite.

The rat thief specialized in stealing tombs and excavating tombs and relics deep underground, which was not to his taste.

As for the small gangs?

He doesn't like it.

So I've been walking alone.

Atonement island has never been a place to keep warm. No one is trustworthy. Walking alone has the advantages of walking alone.

He is bold and careful, has strong strength, and has excellent sneaking ability. He has lived to this day alone.

He has been deprived of all his equipment since he first came here. Now he has earned magic equipment and a + 2 dagger in his hand. He has never missed.

The woman who drinks the strongest wine and plays the most coquettish walks on the edge of darkness. His life is a dance on the tip of a knife, dangerous and exciting.

If all the assassins in Yom Kippur island are ranked, he is confident that he can be ranked in the top five.

Or at least the top ten?

During the day, he stared at a fat sheep, a rich mage apprentice.

Now, he comes to pick up the goods.

The hotel was called "the slaughtered lamb" and was the private property of master Draco, which he knew very well.

The price of this hotel has always been very expensive, twice as expensive as other hotels, so the passengers who can stay here are of course very rich.

If you have money, you are not a lamb, you are a fat sheep.

So he came.

It's not difficult to get into the hotel.

As a professional assassin, he has more than a dozen ways to open the hotel door without making any sound.

He is as light as an acrobat.

His technique is as clean as the best magician.

When the door opened, he sneaked up the second floor without hesitation.

He had long been sure that the bartender was not there.

During the day, he easily determined the little mage's room, but now he stopped.

Because he suddenly found a faint light in the kitchen.

It's really weak. In addition, there are lights in the kitchen. Ordinary people can't distinguish it at all.

As a walker in the shadow, he is very sensitive to light. He can only distinguish it by washing his eyes with some special medicine before.

Not the yellow light of the candle, but the miserable green light, a bit like an emerald.

"Is there an emerald in the basement?"

"This hotel is the private property of master Draco. Is there his treasure in the basement“

"Even if it's not Draco's, it may be the hotel owner's. He must have saved a lot of money to serve Draco?"

Linston was greedy.

He bought another piece of magic equipment two days ago. He had no money and couldn't even find a woman.

He decided to have a look.

The door, locked from the inside, didn't hurt Linton.

In only 13 seconds, he opened the door without making a sound.

Then he was disappointed, because it was not an emerald. It was really the light of a candle, a miserable green wax candle, very strange and gloomy.

"It is said that master Draco is still an alchemist? Did master Draco make these strange candles? Maybe there are some treasures hidden below!"

Greed convinced Linton.

Anyway, it's all here. Why not have a look?

Even if there is someone inside, he is confident that he will not be found or leave before he is found.

The downward steps are spiral, which is rare.

So he couldn't see the deeper scene, so he had to go deeper.

His steps are lighter than cats. Even if he walks behind a person and writes a few words on his clothes, he will not be found.

What's more, he kept sneaking.

However, after a few steps, he stopped again.

His heart is full of warning signs.

It took him 17 years to become a trainee assassin and now a senior assassin.

In the past 17 years, the perception of danger has become intuition.

This intuition saved him seven times from death.

Today will be the eighth time.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

Even directly break the invisibility and run!

Because he knew that even if he was a tenth of a second late, waiting for him might be death.

Linston is fast.

The assassin's sprint was already fast, comparable to a cheetah chasing prey.

From his current position to the basement door, there are 18 steps. At the speed of his explosion at this time, it takes less than 2 seconds.

He closed the door when he came in just now. It took nearly a second to open the door.

Even if there was an ice trap under his feet, he was confident that he would escape from the basement and the hotel before the trap broke out.

Although he is an assassin, his best skill is never to assassinate, but to escape.

However, just nine steps away, he stopped forcibly, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A machete stood in front of him.

Looking at the two meter tall human man and the iconic wolf head tattoo on his half exposed chest, Linton couldn't help swallowing his saliva, bitter in his mouth and astringent in his voice: "king of bandits, Simmons!"

The king of bandits, unexpectedly appeared in this hotel?

He went into the basement?

What does he have to do with the hotel? What does it have to do with master Draco?

Did master Draco support the wild robber?

For a moment, Linton was sweating like rain.

"Lone assassin, linston."

The corner of the king's mouth tilted slightly, revealing a trace of cold ridicule: "what are you doing here?"

"I fell in love with a little fat sheep. I didn't expect to disturb you."

Linston gritted his teeth: "don't worry, I'll go now!"

"Go? So easy?" The king of bandits smiled, the machete was nearly an inch, and Linton's forehead exuded a drop of blood, bright red and charming.

"I am willing to leave one hand and one eye! I know the rules! No one will know your news here!" Linston gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

As long as he can live, he is willing to sacrifice!

Sacrifice is better than death!

"Only the dead can keep secrets, can't they?"

The king of bandits sneers, so he has to do it.

Suddenly, a voice sounded, "Simmons, let him come."

The sound came from the depths of the basement, low and cold.

The machete was still on his forehead. The king of bandits sneered. Linston turned and walked slowly.

Soon came to the deepest part of the basement.

Then he saw the bartender and more than 50 people, some of whom he had seen, were wild thieves.

There are several wearing black robes and black hoods. They can't see their faces clearly and send out an uncomfortable smell.

One of them lifted his hood and showed a pale and gloomy face.

Linton was instantly devastated:

It's really Draco!

Poop!

He knelt down and kowtowed: "Lord Draco! Linston is willing to follow you! He is willing to give everything for you! He is afraid of death!"

"Really?"

Master Draco said faintly, "then drink the things on the table."

On the table?

Linton looked up and saw a table next to the miserable green campfire in the middle.

The bonfire is not an ordinary bonfire, but a fire made by magic. It has no smoke and is not even hot.

An oversized crucible was placed on the table. In the pot was a viscous, miserable green liquid with a disgusting smell.

Next to the crucible was a large wine glass with residual liquid in it.

Linton scanned for a week and saw that the corners of the mouths of the bandits had traces of green liquid. It was obvious that they had just drunk it.

Linston gritted his teeth.

It seems that drinking at least won't die.

As long as you don't die, everything is good!

He knelt up, got up, picked up the glass, scooped up a full glass of liquid, then held his breath and drank it.

It's really hard to drink.

But after drinking, he felt a strange force growing in his body.

He felt stronger.

His body is stronger, his strength is stronger, his perception is sharper, and everything about him is strengthening.

He got unprecedented power!

A bloodthirsty desire to kill surged into my heart.

He suddenly remembered the first murder when he was a child. He was too afraid to eat, so he went to church to pray.

A young priest once told him that anything you want comes at a price.

The price of killing people is that they can't eat for several days. What about strength?

"What is the price?"

He turned to mage Draco and asked.

Draco's face showed a strange smile, like a demon:

"Everything."