Chapter 107 Friendship
"Don't use your despicable and dirty thoughts to speculate about our friendship." The black-haired and brown-skinned assassin shook off the blood on the knife and frowned in disgust when he heard it.
"Don't you think you're pathetic?" He sneered, "After all your scheming, you still don't have a single friend you can truly trust until your death. Not even someone who would try to collect your body."
After the tyrant died, Azuka took his head away. Neither he nor Maxline knew whether the head was buried or used to vent his anger. The tyrant's body was literally ground to ashes. Even the remaining ashes after the cremation were scattered in the soil. Because it was trampled by passers-by for many years, even the most common weeds could not grow.
The villain, mocked by one of the protagonists, remained unmoved: "Oh, so you really can't beat him."
The assassin's iron-blue eyes narrowed fiercely, and he looked like he wanted to strangle the other man's seemingly fragile neck: "You—"
"...Um, boss?"
Daniela's trembling voice called out from behind. Orel looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that the other party was standing there tensely, not daring to move, and the mask he used to cover his face had fallen to the ground at some point.
A hand appeared at Daniga's neck, gently pinching his throat. Then, the man's frighteningly beautiful face slowly emerged from the shadows, like something emerging from the deep sea. As an assassin, it was unbelievable that he didn't react until someone was choking him from behind. It was no wonder Daniga was horrified.
"Ore Asaqi," the other said calmly. "Is this how you greet me?"
He looked like a scourge emerging from the depths of the clouds.
With his deep understanding of his friend, Ole immediately realized that this guy was angry. At this time, people who provoke him will often pay an extremely painful price in the end.
...No, why?! He didn't actually attack anyone, he just tried to scare them. Who knew they were so weak? A simple touch with the knife would turn them into this horrible state.
Azuka had already let go of the frightened assassin, ignoring his quick retreat after escaping the attack. He even ignored the two people in the room as if they were nothing, and instead walked towards the young man sitting on the sofa, half-kneeling in front of him.
As Ole stared at her in shock, a touch of guilt, Azuka gently pulled the professor's bleeding hand and clasped it in her own. With the faint glow of the spell, the not-too-deep yet gruesome wound began to heal rapidly, leaving only a shallow white mark. Only the blood-stained cuffs and gloves revealed what had happened.
"Does it hurt?" The magician, who still smelled of wind and snow and felt cold, asked in a low voice.
"My sensory nerves are perfectly normal." Nova looked at him puzzledly, pulled his hand out of his, raised it with interest, and turned it over to examine it.
The other party is ostensibly a follower of the God of Storms, but what he demonstrates is not just his control over the wind, or rather, the control over the airflow.
He suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his eyes vigilantly, and warned in a cold voice: "If you want to fight, go out and fight. Don't mess with my study."
If his treasures were to suffer another disaster, Nova didn't know what he would do.
——Maybe they would strip these three guys naked and hang them upside down on the White Tower to feed the crows.
Azuka was silent for a moment, then stood up reluctantly, bent down, and gently wrapped him with the blanket scattered on the sofa.
"Okay, I understand." He whispered, and there was something in his eyes that Nova couldn't understand.
But except for the Savior, the others in the room seemed to take his warning completely unsettled.
"...Who are you?" Daniga stared at the blond young man who had suddenly appeared in the room with suspicion and vigilance. His age was unclear; his appearance and build seemed between a young man and a teenager, but the terrifying aura surrounding him made it hard to believe he was so young.
Yes, he couldn't defeat a monster like his own boss, but Daniga was confident he was one of the best fighters his age. How could he be so casually approached from behind by a man who looked too good to be true and even had his throat grabbed? If the man had had murderous intent, he would have been dead.
"This is Azuka." He then saw his own leader suddenly swing his swords in an elegant fashion, sheathing his two swords. He then raised his chin and nodded indifferently: "My good friend and creditor."
The various messy accounts between the three of them, of you saving me, I saving her, and she saving you, have long been settled, but Marcylin is a good girl, and as for this guy, it was as if she owed him in her previous life, uh, or the life before that.
"……ha?"
Daniga opened his mouth stupidly.
Although his boss hated the identity of "son of the Bloody Duke", this also meant that the other party had never known what "poverty" meant. Almost all the funds needed for the Shadow Chaser operation were paid by the other party - how could he have inexplicably owed debts outside?
……etc.
Glancing at the other person's incredibly beautiful face, Daniga's expression slowly turned into one of horror.
"...Put away that stupid expression of yours." Ole slapped the boy on the back of the head expressionlessly. "Although I don't know exactly what you're thinking, it's definitely not what you think."
It was enough. His friend's face was so ostentatious that all sorts of malicious speculation and speculation about him from his past life had almost ceased. Add to that the fact that he and Marcyline were both good-looking, and everyone had heard all sorts of bizarre and vulgar speculations about the three of them—though in later years, due to their lack of strength, no one dared to gossip in front of them—and the result was that the three of them still had a very negative impression of bards.
Of course, it wasn't just an internal dispute, it also included but was not limited to the personal emotional issues of the three. The bards always had an unusual passion for them. Orel even suspected that the three of them were single until their rebirth, which was also related to the nonsense that made people want to poke their eyes out.
Now that he was back to a time when almost no one knew him, Ole actually felt a sense of relief. This was what it meant to be a mysterious assassin, hiding in the shadows and walking in the darkness! Even when he was climbing over a wall or jumping out of a window, someone would open the window and take the opportunity to express their love to him. What kind of assassin was that?
Azuka gave him a half-smile and said, "Really? Now you owe me one more thing."
For example, in a "competition", one player is beaten to death.
"...My God of Night, can we please get back to the point?" Orel quickly changed the subject, storming over to the professor, who was sitting on the sofa watching the show boredly, and demanded an accusation: "I haven't even gotten to the bottom of it yet, but why did you steal the name of Shadow Chaser in Borek County?!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" The tyrant glanced at him coldly as if he were a fool, and the assassin leader was so angry that he subconsciously clenched his fists.
"You need a reputation at this stage, and a good reputation. If you become a foreign spy with ulterior motives, or a deranged murderer, it will completely contradict your platform." His tone was calm, making it even more infuriating. "Of course, I won't mention here how immature, unsustainable, and…" your 'platform' itself is, which can't even be called a platform.
Ole interrupted him coldly: "If you don't want to mention it, then don't mention it. No one wants to hear your evaluation, or even listen to you speak."
The professor, who was interrupted, looked at him unhappily, then suddenly turned his head away indifferently and began to look up and down at the inexplicably excited assassin with a creepy look.
Ole immediately stepped forward cautiously, blocking Daniga and asking in a threatening voice, "What are you looking at?"
The other party looked away and answered slowly: "A dead man."
"--What do you mean?!" The assassin leader was instantly shocked by countless bad memories. He subconsciously wanted to grab the person's collar, but someone stopped his arm.
"Ore, maybe I didn't explain this to you clearly before, so I'll repeat it now." His friend stood in front of the tyrant, tightly gripping his forearm. His expression was unclear, but Ore could even hear the strange crackling of his bones. "Don't touch him."
"Don't, touch him." He repeated softly, raising his head slightly. His blue eyes, like the surging sea water, were cold, which meant that the other party was not joking.
“…”
Okay, this guy is so fragile to them.
Ole jerked his arm back, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. Then, he turned to Nova and asked rationally and calmly, "Please explain first. What do you mean by 'a dead person'?"
Countless experiences and lessons taught him that he had to be highly vigilant about every word the tyrant said.
"It's a pity that no one wants to listen to me, isn't it?" Nova repeated indifferently, raising his eyelids.
The assassin leader, whose forehead veins bulged with anger, said: "..."
This! A vindictive! A mean-spirited! A hateful, vile bastard! A devil!
"Well, I want to hear it." Amidst the stalemate, Daniga secretly glanced at his boss's sour face and cautiously raised a hand: "And what about those, uh, guidelines you mentioned before?"
Seeing that his boss looked terrified but did not stop him, Daniga immediately took out a small notebook from his arms and walked towards the professor happily. Even though Azuka blocked his way without a word, he just stood there and laughed foolishly.
"Mr. Nova! I'm actually a loyal reader of yours!" Almost everyone could see the guy's tail wagging wildly behind him. "I've bought every issue of the Limin Daily and collected quite a few questions. It would be great if you could give me some pointers!"
Ole couldn't help but glare at this hypocritical guy, but the other party didn't receive his signal at all.
"Well, of course, I absolutely do not mean to force you, nor do I mean to do it now. I just want you to take a quick look at it when it is convenient for you. Of course, it would be best if you could reply in writing, just a few words will be fine..." Daniga secretly glanced at the mysterious and powerful man who was guarding the monarch like a loyal knight, and could not help swallowing his saliva - God of Night, this man is so handsome, why does he always feel creepy?
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