Move a Monster To Another World

　　 Atonement Island is full of criminals.

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

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

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

　　Linston lived for five years.

　　 He is an assassin, he was arrested for assassinating a certain jazz on Bailong Island and exiled here by Earl Bailong.

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

　　 But when he got here, he became a lone traveler.

　　 As before, join a bandit organization?

　　Linston shook his head and said "no".

　　 There are three big thieves in Atonement Island: God thieves, raiders, and rat thieves.

　　The number of thieves is the least, and all of them are elites. He is not eligible to join.

　　 The gangster is a robber, savage and cruel, not to his appetite.

　　 The rat thief specializes in tomb robbers, digging deep underground tombs and ruins, which is not to his appetite.

　　 As for those small bandit organizations?

　　 He doesn't like it.

　　 So I have been alone.

　　 Yom Kippur has never been a place to hug and keep warm. No one is worthy of trust. There are benefits to being alone.

　　 He is bold and cautious, strong, and excellent in stealth. He has lived alone to this day.

　　 has been deprived of all his equipment when he first arrived, and now he has earned full of magic equipment and a +2 dagger in his hand. He has never missed it.

　　 Drinking the strongest wine, playing with the most sassy woman, walking on the edge of darkness, his life is a dance on the tip of a knife, dangerous and exciting.

　　 If all the assassins on Atonement Island are ranked, he is confident that he can be in the top five.

　　 Or at least the top ten?

　　 In the daytime, he stared at a fat sheep, a master apprentice with a generous shot.

　　 Now, he comes to pick up the goods.

　　 This hotel is called "Lambs Slaughtered" and it is the personal property of "Mage Draco", he knows this very well.

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

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

　　 So he came.

　　 It's not difficult to get into the hotel.

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

　　He has light footsteps, no less than an acrobat.

　　 He has clean techniques, comparable to the best magician.

　　 The door opened, and he sneaked up to the second floor without hesitation.

　　 The bartender is not here, he had already confirmed that.

　　 During the day, he easily identified the little mage’s room, but now he stopped.

　　 Because he suddenly noticed that there was a faint light in the kitchen.

　　 is really faint, and there are already lights in the kitchen, so ordinary people can't tell it.

　　As a walker in the shadows, he is very sensitive to light, and he has washed his eyes with a special medicine before to distinguish it.

　　 is not the yellow light of the candle, but the green light, a bit like an emerald.

　　 "There are emeralds in the basement?"

　　 "This hotel is the private property of Mage Draco. Is his treasure hidden in the basement?"

　　 "Even if it wasn't Mage Draco's, it might belong to the innkeeper. He must have saved a lot of money for the service of Mage Draco?"

　　Linston is greedy.

　　 He bought another piece of magic equipment two days ago.

　　 He decided to take a look.

　　 The door was locked from the inside, it didn't make it difficult for Linston.

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

　　 Then he was a little disappointed, because it was not an emerald, it was actually the light of a candle, a dark green candle light, very strange and very gloomy.

　　 "I heard that Mage Draco is still an alchemist? Are these strange candles made by Mage Draco? Maybe there are some treasures hidden underneath!"

　　 was greedy and convinced Linston.

　　 is here anyway, so why not take a look?

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

　　 The downward staircase is spiral, which is rare.

　　 So he couldn't see the deeper scenes, so he could only go deeper.

　　His footsteps are lighter than that of a cat. Even if he walks behind a person and writes a few words on his clothes, he will not be spotted.

　　 What's more, he still kept sneaking.

　　 But after not taking a few steps, he stopped again.

　　He has a warning sign in his heart.

　　 It took him 17 years from being selected as a trainee assassin to now becoming a senior assassin.

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

　　 This intuition has allowed him to escape 7 times.

　　Today, it will be the 8th time.

　　 Without hesitation, he turned around and ran.

　　 even break the invisibility directly and sprint!

　　Because he knows very well that even if it is a tenth of a second late, death may be waiting for him.

　　Linston is fast.

　　 The assassin’s sprint is already fast, comparable to a cheetah hunting down its prey.

　　 A total of 18 steps from his current position to the basement door, at the speed of his explosion at this time, it only takes less than 2 seconds.

　　 When he came in just now, he closed the door easily, and it took nearly 1 second to open the door.

　　 Even if there is a frost trap at his feet, he is confident that he will escape from the basement and then escape the hotel before the trap erupts.

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

　　 But just 9 steps out, he stopped forcibly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

　　 A scimitar stood in front of him.

Looking at the two-meter-tall human brawny, and then at the iconic wolf head tattoo on half of his bare chest, Linston couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his mouth was bitter, and his voice was astringent: "Rogue King, Simmons!"

　　The King of Banditry, unexpectedly appeared in this hotel?

　　 He actually entered the basement?

　　What does he have to do with this hotel? What does it have to do with Master Draco?

　　 Could it be that the Bandit was supported by Master Draco?

　　 For an instant, Linston was sweating like rain.

　　 "Lone assassin, Linston."

　　The corner of the thief king's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a cold sarcasm: "What are you doing?"

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

　　Linston gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, I will go now!"

　　 "Go? It's so easy?" The King of Bandit smiled, but the scimitar was an inch closer, and a drop of blood leaked from Linston's forehead, bright red.

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

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

　　 No matter how great the sacrifice is, it is better than death!

　　 "Only the dead can keep a secret, right?"

　　The thief king sneered, and he was about to do it.

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

　　 The voice came from deep in the basement, deep and cold.

　　 The scimitar was still on his forehead, the King of Thieves sneered, and Linston turned and walked slowly.

　　 soon came to the deepest part of the basement.

　　 Then he saw the bartender and saw more than 50 people, some of whom he had met, were robbers.

　　 There are also a few wearing black robes and black hoods. They can't see their faces and exude an uncomfortable breath.

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

　　Linston's heart was ashamed in an instant:

　　 It turned out to be Draco Mage!

　　噗通!

　　 He knelt down directly, kowtowing his head like garlic: "Master Draco! Linston is willing to follow you! Willing to give everything for you! Even if you die!"

"Is it?"

　　 Mage Draco said faintly: "Then ~www.wuxiamtl.com~Drink the things on the table."

On the table?

　　Linston looked up and saw a table beside the green campfire in the middle.

　　 The bonfire is not an ordinary bonfire, but a fire made by magic. There is no smoke or even heat.

　　 An oversized crucible was placed on the table. The pot was a viscous, greenish liquid with a disgusting smell.

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

　　Linston glanced around for a week, and saw traces of green liquid on the corners of the robbers' mouths, apparently they had drunk them just now.

　　 Linston gritted his teeth.

　　 It seems that at least it will not die after drinking it.

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

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

　　 is really ugly.

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

　　 He feels that he has become stronger.

　　 His body is stronger, his power is stronger, his perception is sharper, and everything about him is increasing.

　　He has gained unprecedented power!

　　 A bloodthirsty thirst for killing came to my heart.

　　 He suddenly remembered the first murder in his childhood. He was so afraid that he couldn't eat, so he went to church to pray.

　　 A young pastor once said to him that there is a price to get anything.

　　 The price of killing is that you can’t eat for several days, so what about power?

　　 "What is the price?"

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

　　 Mage Draco has a weird smile on his face, like a demon:

"everything."