episode_0308

Even in the world of assassins, there are levels.

Surprisingly, assassination requests are not common in the central region.

Because if there is a bastard you really want to kill, just kill it and run away.

The central land is large, and if you run away, you won’t be able to find it.

If the dead person is Jang Sam or an ordinary citizen, there is no need to run far because the coffin does not even pretend to make an effort to find the culprit.

That is why the Chinese people are a wild people with a mindset of ‘let’s kill and disappear’ rather than ‘I want to kill’.

However, if you don’t want to run away but need to kill someone, you can ask someone else to do it.

These customers are in the same class.

There is no need to use spells for requests of the same class.

If the target of assassination is an ordinary citizen, there are always people ready to kill for free without the need to mobilize assassins.

Ruined lives mainly occur in gambling halls.

Some are debtors who have been scammed or have unfortunate stories behind them.

If it were not for the Qing Dynasty, it would have occurred in large numbers in Naknyeong land as well.

And if the person appears to be wealthy, or if it is clear that the request is not to kill ordinary civilians, they will be given a silver rank.

The room Cheong entered was silver level.

And gold level, from here on out, these are requests from professional assassins, professionals who make it their job to kill people.

It was also an expensive request to be handled by the assassination group that controlled the neighborhood.

There is a limited express service above that, but there is no separate window to receive customers.

This is because special customers are decision-makers at major companies or top figures such as high-ranking officials or the region’s largest military attaché.

Since they greet each other separately and set up a line, there is no need for customers to come to the counter.

In Cheong’s opinion, no matter how much he thought about it, it was information that could not be given to more than one hermit.

Isn’t this story about the life of a living being just a fun story that Jegal would have told out of boredom if he were around?

hmm. Unfortunately.

Since I couldn’t pay the ransom, I couldn’t save myself.

And after listening to it, I realized that it was very systematic, and if these bastards who make a living by killing people are so systematic, how long have they been doing it?

What a shame. execution.

As a result, the two thugs, who were shaking on their knees, peed themselves.

“Mrs. nastily. Why do grown men urinate in the open or indoors?”

“Sa, please save me. please. I will live a good, kind life.”

“Hmm. is it so. Live a good life. Since I said I was going to live a good life, I’ll take a look at it at least once. But not twice. You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes! yes! I will live a good life!”

However, I would say that this is not a time for these two people to be thankful, but rather a situation where they should be feeling unfair.

Both were close, falling short of 100 points.

For a subject with a difficult appearance, it seems that he didn’t act like a folding screen or do anything unexpectedly stupid.

“From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t seem like a very bad guy, so I’m sparing him.”

“Yes!”

“Thank you!”

The pronunciation is not clear because they are shaking their bodies, but when they say that they will save their lives, the two guys change their posture from kneeling to bowing immediately.

When I knock on the door, the thugs guarding the outside open the iron door with a clanking sound of the latch being released.

The trivial information included in the ransom price said that the room was soundproof, but only after the door was opened and the bloody and bloody smell leaked out did the gangsters’ expressions change.

One hundred and twenty-one, one hundred and seven.

It was a close call, but I passed.

Although he left his weapon behind, Cheong’s body is already a human weapon that transcends humanity.

Minority on the right, black number on the left.

It was an amazing sight, with two of the world’s ten greatest magic craftsmen performing in one person.

hmm. As expected, the taste of black pork is a bit better.

But it came from the left, and it came from the right.

It was when Cheong was looking left and right, wondering which way he was going.

Isn’t Seoliri gently grabbing Cheong’s sleeve and leading him?

It was a very subtly helpful comment.

As the Qing progressed, corpses lined up in the underground hallways. The guys guarding the door or the guys wandering around.

Of course, there were a few living ones among them.

“Oh. Shhh, no, tsk. Gunyeong, I can’t use it. It’s not him. Let him go. He will be saved.”

Seoliri, who was beating Thrush very excitedly by grabbing him by the collar and saying he was a third-rate gangster, looks at Cheong as if asking why.

But why do you leave the ice ball and beat it with your fists?

“Shhh. He’s okay, he asks. No, lose.”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t complain about why he does that and listens really well, which is really cute.

The theory is that unless they are occasionally stubborn, they are basically docile and listen well.

“I don’t like being called Gunyeong.”

– As soon as I think about it, I rebel.

But still, I think the child has become very docile. If it were like before, he would say, ‘Don’t call me Gu-nyeong.’ And I would have just cut it.

There is a huge gap between don’t call me that and I don’t like being called that.

“You’re using a pseudonym. Just be patient.”

“I said it was Gunyeong, not Gunyeong.”

“It’s because pronunciation is difficult. Bye bye. How about it?”

“I said Gunyeong again.”

Suddenly, mischievousness comes out of nowhere.

Originally, Cheong’s way of loving animals was quite mischievous.

But honestly, isn’t it just perfect?

Basically, the person who is the most left out in a group is called a hole.

Gunyeong is truly of the highest quality, with no part of her being inferior.

So it is the biggest hole among holes.

She is a beauty that would be shameful no matter where she is displayed.

Even if the real face wasn’t my taste… … .

“It was a nickname filled with affection. Gu Ning, um. Isn’t it cute and nice? Can’t I just call you Gunyeong?”

Seoliri thought for a moment and answered.

“I still don’t like it.”

“Why? Gunyeong. Isn’t it cute?”

“It’s not cute at all.”

“It’s cute to me. Why not?”

“… … I still hate it.”

It seems that the slight hesitation could be resolved by pushing a little further.

He seemed to dislike it quite a bit, so I thought I’d just end it here.

It was Cheong who was passing through the blood path.

Of course, piercing a blood route means clearing a path with the blood and sacrifice of oneself or one’s fellow forces, but in any case, blood is spread along the passage in a straight line, so even if it is the blood of enemies, a blood route can be called a blood route.

Then, as soon as I turned the corner, I saw a dazzling golden door standing in place.

The late receptionist who said you knew him when you saw him? The broker’s cry comes to mind.

and. You can really tell when you see it.

When the gatekeepers guarding the golden gate saw the two covered in blood, they immediately shouted.

“What bitches!”

“It’s me!”

“Intruder-”

At the same time, the guy groped his neck, pulled out the rope, and hurriedly took out the thing attached to the end and grabbed it. As soon as Cheong saw the figure, he stepped on the Jinak with a bang and was fired like a cannonball.

In Cheong’s hand, the whitish water river left an afterimage of a straight line dividing the space, and the guy looked down at his chest as if he couldn’t believe it.

To be exact, Cheong’s right hand was buried in the solar plexus, exposing only the white wrist.

Either way, Cheong grabbed the flute from the man’s neck and ripped it off.

It’s black and small, just the size of two fingers.

It’s “. this. that’s right. It looked like this. I remember it right away when I saw it. and. Memories come flooding back. But it’s not a good memory, is it?”

Cheong takes off his crane if he hears the sound of family registration.

It’s because of the dirty memories that were blowing from all directions, screaming like animals.

But is there that whistle over here that they used to blow?

“Big black.”

Meanwhile, the other guy was secretly fumbling with the necklace, so Cheong urgently threw away the family register he was holding.

“Evil!”

If it were my nature, I would have put it in the eye, but since I was in a hurry, I just put it between the eyebrows!!

It was an amazing sound for a small two-finger flute and the sound of foreheads clashing together.

The power is also so great that the head of the person hit by the flute is thrown back.

And at that moment-

As the sound of pattering gets closer, silver hair tickles Cheong’s cheek.

Pure white cold air rising from the shoulders.

The blazing white frost that burns in the shape of a flame gathers in the shape of a dragon, shaking off the frozen scales and wrapping around Seoliri’s arms.

And then, with a cool explosion sound, the head of the Seoliri hits the enemy’s chest, and the frost dragon that touches the fingertips just in time burrows into the enemy’s body.

and. what! How cool is that!

I couldn’t hold back an exclamation of “Oh,” as I forgot to remove the hand blade that Cheong had stuck in my chest.

The sight of a beautiful woman flying with a frost dragon and striking down an enemy was a painting-like scene that could truly be described as an explosion of beauty.

If it was winter or rain, we would have been able to see Bingryong, but the only activity we saw of Seoliri in Cheongi’s mountain house was as if she was running away, but was beaten like a dog and dragged by her hair.

I gave high praise to Doksim, who took revenge by feeding his arms and legs with shaved ice, but other than that, wasn’t his behavior so pathetic that I couldn’t possibly treat him as an unmanned person?

But we are so excited!

“Kuheu.”

A guy who was hit hard in the solar plexus by a frozen kidney flinched, unable to breathe due to the physical shock rather than the cold.

At that moment, another frost dragon rises from Seoliri’s opposite shoulder, and the outstretched beast strikes the solar plexus again.

Bye. There was a sound I heard with my eyes.

The guy with a hollow chest collapses, blood pouring out.

hmm. But isn’t it ice ball?

So you just have to freeze and do it?

Why are my ribs shattered?

“Keuuk… … ”

A blood-boiling sound that interrupts Qing’s thoughts.

Oops. Look at my mind.

It was only then that Cheong shook off Sosu, who was still lukewarmly inside someone else’s body.

He was a gatekeeper who desperately held on to Cheong’s wrist, but how could he overcome the resistance of a female enemy who possessed the peak strength of mankind?

“Wow. Come here. I just thought it was really unmanned. It’s cool. I watched it again a little bit. Really.”

“… … ?”

Seoliri tilted her head and then-

“Is it really unmanned? So until now-”

“Let’s sleep. That’s it. Is that Bing Baek Kidney? It’s so cool. Why does something like a dragon just appear? Then, if you use the Tathagata Kidney, shouldn’t you just open the Buddha? Honestly, I’m a bit jealous. You don’t hear people calling it purple for no reason.”

The corner of Seoliri’s mouth curved very subtly.

If Cheong, a childcare expert at Seoliri, were to interpret that facial expression, it would be an energetic expression.

Cheong is not talking nonsense.

After seeing it with my own eyes, I really want it.

What, why is it so cool?

However, I don’t know what effect it had because the frost dragon dug in, but wasn’t it supposed to be cool in the first place?

It is said that his level of resistance is only that of a first-class brawler, so he may just not be powerful enough.

“Can you show me one more time?”

“Yes.”

In response, Seoliri summoned small frost dragons. It looks like it could be called several small dragons, as the cute little dragons wrap around its arms, twirling even its fingers, burning brightly, and then scattering in vain at the end and disappearing.

“Originally it should have been Bingryong. But it’s a hot day.”

The theory was that he didn’t say it was because his skills were pathetic.

Seol-iri, who was looking at Cheong’s envious gaze, suddenly tried to say something-

“Hmm. Go back later and show it again. First, finish what you were doing.”

Cheong pushed open the golden door.

Then, inside, a surprised sight is seen of the gold-level receptionist, who was propped up on the desk with both legs propped up and her arms hanging down to support her head.

I was so shocked that I was so shocked that I fell off the chair.

They said it was soundproof, but it seems like my colleagues were dozing off without even knowing that they were sleeping outside.

At the same time, the guys with their faces covered in masks who were standing with their backs to the left and right behind the fallen guy all rushed at Cheong.

However, the speed was such that by the time the registration book fell and hit the floor, it had already rushed right in front of Cheong’s eyes, so that it seemed as if it was literally rising from the ground, and his field of vision was immediately filled with enemies.