Chapter 369: Special Assassin (1)

Suddenly, Ron heard the system prompt, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. The first thought that came to his mind was, is Holt really looking for death? He was not his opponent before when he was in a state of undefeated victory. Now he suddenly appeared after four of his seven clones were killed. What else could this be but looking for death? But soon, he suppressed the thought in his heart. He knew that even though Holt had many shortcomings, there was only one thing: he was very insidious and cherished his life very much. He would never act rashly without absolute certainty.

If it wasn't Holt, then who could it be? Ron really couldn't think of it. Almost all of his enemies had been killed.

Holt was devastated.

Ashborn is far away in the Theocracy of Spang, so he probably doesn't have time to sneak into Granville.

Shaking his head, Ron felt helpless about his confusion. He was really out of his mind. Why was he thinking about these messed up things? As long as he listened to the system prompts, everything would be clear.

[Beep, system prompts, congratulations to the host, the infinite death system has been activated. ]

[Mission Background: This is a malicious force coming from afar. Although you have never met him, spoken to him, or even know who he is, jealousy has driven him crazy. He can't wait to slit your throat and see the color of the blood gushing out of your neck...]

[Mission objective: Survive! ]

[Quest Reward: Ostara's Fragment*Part 2! ]

[Mission time: one hundred and eighty seconds! ]

When Elsa's voice completely disappeared from Ron's ears, the expression on his face was extremely strange.

Malice coming from afar, without ever meeting, talking, or even knowing who the other person is? Isn't this a bummer.

I thought I had accidentally offended someone recently, but now it seems that the blame has come from nowhere while I was still at home.

But this kid was really cruel. He actually wanted to cut his throat with a dagger and even wanted to see the color of his own blood. What a hatred and resentment... Ron couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his neck. It seemed to be a little painful.

When Ron saw the mission rewards, his expression became even weirder... How could it be such a coincidence that every time he made a breakthrough, Ostara's fragment would always appear in the mission rewards in a timely manner.

It was as if the Goddess of Dawn was desperately trying to infuse all her strength into her body.

Ron pursed his lips and climbed out of bed.

Even though he was very careful, this little noise still inadvertently woke Agnes up. There was still a lazy look on her pretty cheeks. After the joy, her pretty face looked even more charming and heart-beating. Her bright big eyes were slightly flashing under her long eyelashes, and her hazy and lazy temperament was captivating.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. There's a thief who's not going to die. I'm here to take care of him," said Ron.

Time was very tight. After all, there were only three minutes. He had to put on his clothes within this short time. Otherwise, it would be disgraceful to appear naked in front of the assassin.

It was obvious that he didn't take the assassin seriously.

Not to mention Ron, even Agnes didn't take it seriously.

The previous conflict with Holt had clearly demonstrated Ron's strength, which was almost the most powerful force in the entire Dusk Continent. Agnes really couldn't think of anyone else who could defeat Ron.

The most important thing is that you are an assassin... Before you can assassinate, your man has already noticed it. What's the point of assassinating?

When Agnes thought of this, she lay down on the bed again with peace of mind. However, without Ron as a pillow, she simply rolled up the quilt and hugged it in her arms, with one of her plump long legs draped over the quilt, looking lazy, and she didn't care about the dignity of the nobility at all.

The beautiful curves and attractive outlines made Ron feel itchy inside, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to slap Agnes's buttocks, which caused a snort and a roll of eyes. Ron didn't care, and casually pulled up the quilt to cover Agnes's white and tender long legs, and then walked towards the door.

There was no way, Agnes was so beautiful, and he didn't want to let that damn assassin see Agnes's beauty.

Without much hesitation, he headed straight for the door.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the door handle and pulled it hard. With a creaking sound, the door was pulled open by Ron.

Wow! Just outside the door, there was a slender figure... Ron was a little relieved that he had pulled up the quilt to cover Agnes' body before, otherwise it would be a loss, this might be a man.

He was wearing a black tights, a very tight one, but his chest didn't even rise or fall at all. He only needed to look down a little bit, and he could easily see his toes without even lowering his head...

There are many women with flat chests, but there are very few who are this flat.

In his hand, he was holding a long thin straw, which he had inserted into the crack of the door. A thin layer of smoke was floating from one end of the straw... This scene, which can often be seen in costume movies and TV dramas, immediately made Ron's forehead full of black lines.

Addicted to smoking?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This assassin is really insidious. He actually used such an unethical trick.

However, he seemed to be startled by Ron's sudden opening of the door. Seeing the target of assassination suddenly appearing in front of him, his body jumped far away like a frightened rabbit, staring at Ron with his green eyes wide open.

She no longer cared about the smoke pipe in her hand. She flipped her hand and a strange dagger that looked like a leaf instantly appeared in her palm.

Looking at the so-called assassin in front of him, Ron's lips couldn't help but tremble.

To be honest, he really didn't think that this so-called assassin in front of him could pose much threat to him.

This assassin seemed to be very good at hiding, and his own magical fluctuations were suppressed to the limit. Ron deduced that he had at least legendary strength.

But it was obvious that he did not have much experience in assassination, otherwise he would not have been stunned for half a second when he saw himself suddenly open the door.

For a professional assassin, even just 0.5 seconds is enough for him to stab the dagger into the target's chest.

Moreover, even if you wear a black tights, does it make sense? Doesn't this guy realize that under the soft magic lights in the corridor, this black tights becomes even more obvious?

As an assassin, he didn't even have the ability to turn invisible...

Is this guy here to make fun of me, or to insult my intelligence? Ron was suspicious. Is this woman in front of him really worthy of Ostara's reward of a chapter break? 　Today is also five chapters, but the rest will be updated at twelve o'clock. Now my schedule is completely messed up.

(End of this chapter)