The island of Atonement is full of criminals.

S-A, prisoners, robbers, burglars, and war criminals.

To be able to live a day in such a place is not new.

Living for a year is not easy.

Lindton lived five years.

He was an assassin who was arrested for assassinating a certain jazzman on White Dragon Island and was exiled here by the Count of the White Dragon.

Outside, he has his own identity and is a leading member of a small group of assassins.

But when he got there, he became a lone man.

Join a banditry organization as before?

Lindston shook his head and said “no.”

There are three major thieves on the island of Atonement: God-stealing, and rat theft.

The thief has the lowest number, all of whom are elite, and he is not qualified to join.

The thief is a robber, savage and ferocious, not his appetite.

The rat thief's tomb, digging the mausoleums and relics deep underground, also did not suit his appetite.

What about the small bandits?

He sees no.

So always been alone.

The island of Atonement has never been a place to warm up, no one can be trusted, and there are advantages of being alone.

He is bold, strong, and has a very good ability to sneak, and a person has lived to this day.

From being deprived of all his equipment when he first arrived, he has now earned a full of magical equipment, and he has a +2 in his hand, and he has never missed a hand.

Drinking the strongest wine, playing the most commotional woman, walking on the edge of darkness, his life is a knife-tipped dance, dangerous and exciting.

If all the Assassins of Atone Island were to be numbered, he was confident that he would be in the top five.

Or at least the first ten?

During the day, he stared at a fat sheep, a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-

Now he’s coming to pick up.

The inn, called “The Slaughtered Lamb,” was the private property of the Draco Master, as he was well aware of that.

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

Money, not lambs, but fat sheep.

So he came.

It is not difficult to enter the hotel.

As a professional assassin, he had a dozen ways to open the inn door without making any sound.

He walked lightly, no less than an acrobat.

He is the best magician.

The door opened, and he did not hesitate to sneak on the second floor.

The bartender was not there, he had already determined.

It was easy to identify the little mage’s room during the day, but now he stopped.

He suddenly found that there was a faint light in the kitchen.

It was really weak, and there were lights in the kitchen, and ordinary people could not distinguish it.

As a shadow walker, he is very sensitive to light, and has used some special agent to wash his eyes before to distinguish.

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

“Is there an emerald in the basement?”

"This inn is the private property of Draco Master, and is there treasure hidden in the basement?"“

"It's not Draco Master, it's probably the hotel owner."He must have saved a lot of money for Draco, right?”

Lindton was greedy.

Two days ago, he bought another magic device, he was out of money, and he couldn’t even find a woman.

He decided to look.

The door, locked from the inside, was hard on Lindton.

It only took him 13 seconds to open the door without making a sound.

Then he was a little disappointed, because it was not an emerald, it was really the light of a candle, a kind of miserable green candle light, very special, very gloomy.

“I heard that Draco Master was a alchemist?”Are these strange candles made by Draco Master?Maybe there’s something hidden down there!”

Greed, persuaded Linston.

It’s here anyway, so take a look at it.

There was someone inside, and he was also confident that he would not be found out, or leave before he was found.

The downward ladder is spiraling and is rare.

He could not see the deeper picture, but he could go deeper.

His footsteps of the cat is still light, and he walks behind a person, writes a few words in his clothes, and will not be found.

In addition, he still has a sneak.

Without a few steps, he stopped again.

He has a warning.

From being elected as a trainee assassin to becoming a veteran assassin, he spent 17 years.

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

This instinct allowed him to escape seven times.

Today will be the 8th.

Without hesitation, he ran.

Even directly break the invisibility, run!

Because he knew very well that even a tenth of a second was waiting for him, perhaps death.

Lindton is fast.

The assassin's runner was very fast, the hunted cheetah.

From his current position, to the basement door a total of 18 steps, at the speed of his explosion at this time, it took less than 2 seconds.

He closed the door when he came in, and it took nearly a second to open the door.

Even if it is a frost trap at his foot, he has the confidence to escape the basement before the trap breaks out, and then escape from the inn.

Although he was an assassin, what he was best at was never an assassination, but an escape.

However, just 9 steps out, he forced to stop, his forehead out of a cold sweat.

A knife in front of him.

Looking at this two-meter-high human strong man, and then looking at his half-brother, the iconic wolf head tattoo, Lindton can't help but swallow the sip, the mouth is bitter, the voice is astringent: "King of the Thief, Simons!"

Did the king of the robbers appear in this hotel?

Did he go into the basement?

What does this have to do with this hotel?What does this have to do with Draco?

Was the thief supported by Draco Master?

For a moment, Lindston was cold sweating like rain.

"Alone assassin, Linston."

The mouth of the king of the deserted thief was slightly cocked, revealing a cold taunt: “What are you doing here?”

"Looking at a little fat sheep, I didn't expect to disturb you."

Lindston gritted his teeth: “Don’t worry, I’ll go!”

“Going?Is it so easy?”The king of the deserted thief seemed to laugh, the machete was nearly an inch, and a drop of blood ooze on Linston's forehead, bright red and delicate.

I want to leave a hand, an eye!I know the rules!You have news here, no one will know.”Lindton gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

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

Sacrifice is greater, always die!

Only the dead can keep a secret, right?

The king of the robbers sneer and wants to do it.

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

The sound came from deep in the basement, low and cold.

The machete was still on his forehead, the king of the deserted sneer, and Lindston turned and walked slowly.

Soon we arrived at the deepest point in the basement.

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

There are also a few wearing black robes, wearing black hoods, can not see the face, the body emits an uncomfortable breath.

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

Lindton's heart was dead:

He really is Draco!

Hip-chilled!

He knelt down and knelt like a garlic: "Mr. Draco!Lindsley is willing to follow you!Willing to pay for everything!Even if they die!”

“Yes?”

The Draco Master said lightly, "Then, drink the table."

The table?

Linston looked up and saw a table by the most miserable green bonfire.

The bonfire is not an ordinary bonfire, but a fire made by magic, without smoke, or even heat.

The table was covered with a large crucible, and the pot was a sticky, miserable green liquid that gave off a disgusting taste.

Next to the crucible is a large wine glass with a residual liquid inside.

Lindston glanced at the deserted mouth for a week and saw that the corners of the deserted mouths were all traces of green liquid, and apparently had just drunk it.

Lindton gritted his teeth.

It seems that drinking at least will not die.

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

Before he knelt, he got up, picked up his glass, scoffed a glass full of liquid, and then held his breath and drank it.

It’s really hard to drink.

But after drinking, he felt a strange strength growing within himself.

He felt stronger.

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

He has unprecedented power!

A bloodthirsty desire to kill, surging.

He suddenly remembered the first s-a-person when he was a child, and he was afraid to eat, so he went to church to pray.

A young pastor once told him that there was a price to do anything.

The cost of the s-a person is that it can't eat for several days, so what about the power?

“What is the cost?”

He turned his head, looked at Draco Master, and asked.

The Master Draco’s face showed a strange smile, like a demon:

“Everything.”