The Legend of Fatality

"I promise to give you money tomorrow."

"You see, this is a problem, because you promised Lord Beswick that you would pay tonight."

The person who spoke first fought hard with the big man holding his arm tightly, trying to break free from the man with a pig face. "Please, give me more time. I need more time."

Ignacio, a thin, tall man with a 'pencil beard', sighed dramatically after hearing the other party's excuses.

I don't know how much the shop owner owes each other, but it doesn't matter. Because if I knew Ignacio, one of Lord Beswick's most ruthless and cruel assistants, I would not try to please him.

I leaned out of the protruding part of the roof and counted the number of thugs again. Two hug the shopkeeper, the other hugs his little son, and the fourth stands behind the boss. If you are lucky, and their movements are particularly slow, I can deal with two or three. But what about four? It seems that it needs a little help.

I reached into the cloth bag next to the black boots, and I rummaged through it, trying to find something useful. Sleeping powder can certainly be used, but I do n’t have enough of it for everyone below. However, if I can make two or three thugs lose their mobility, I will have enough time to kill the rest.

Another wailing pierced the night sky, and I returned to the window sill and watched the scene carefully. Ignacio got a knife, probably to cut off a finger of the man.

No, his goal is the son of the shopkeeper. The boy was less than ten years old, and when one of the thugs reached out, he cried.

Four beaters and two victims make things more complicated, but I can't let them hurt an innocent child. My finger gripped a hard ball at the bottom of the bag. I only hesitated for a second before throwing it on the street on the other side of the building.

Then there was a huge explosion, a plume of black smoke rushing into the night sky.

"What's that?" Ignacio asked. He nodded to the two thugs in the distance. "Go check it out."

The two thugs left, and I followed them to the roof, tying the bag of gunpowder to my little crossbow. I knelt down by the road and aimed at a place above their heads. The arrow penetrated the dark air and plunged into the brick wall of the building. The bag broke, and a small stream of powder came out. Like a fool, both of them walked over to investigate. Not long after, they both fell forward on each other and they slept soundly. Their bulk is huge, so I don't know how long the powder can last.

Another scream was echoed among the victims, and I hurried back to Ignacio and the shopkeeper. Everyone's limbs and appendages are intact, but this situation will not last long.

I put the magic bag I bought from the Fatalin Association on my shoulders, and then I tidied my cloak. I rolled my hem with my fingers, and my fingers circled the hem and jumped over the window sill. The air gathered in the sewn pocket inside the magic bag, and it made me float to the ground gracefully, crouching between Ignacio and his victim.

Slowly, I stood up and let Ignacio fully accept the full effect of my set of actions.

"It's you again?" He sneered. "Did you not learn the last lesson?"

"I think it was a draw," I answered with a lower voice. "Your three men need help to leave."

"How can this be a draw?" Ignacio said.

With a grin, I untied the cloak and bag around my neck and let them fall to the ground. "Because you finally escaped."

"I don't have time to play these with you," he said to his thug. "Let her bleed."

They rushed towards me, but I ran faster. I pulled a piece of metal wire from my belt and threw it over my head. The two heavier **** at the ends of the metal wire gave it power. When I threw it, the metal wire wrapped around the leg of a defender and tripped him. I used his fallen body as a lever to push myself to the second beater.

Before I could punch my fist, he grabbed my neck and pushed me up. I saw black dots jumping around in my sight. I yelled, my elbows hit the inside of his forearm, and he let me go because of the pain. I squatted down, stretched out my legs and swept, chopping him down like a tree. After he fell on his back on the ground, I kicked him out with a foot.

I turned around and pulled the knife from my belt, preparing to deal with Ignacio personally. But the **** had already run away, leaving the shopkeeper, his trembling son, and his two thugs in the corner of the alley. When I untied the thickened rope on the No. 1 beater's leg, I issued a gentle curse (I kicked his face again to make sure he didn't wake up). But I know it is difficult to find Ignacio again.

"Oh, the mask!" The shopkeeper shouted. "Thank you for everything, I can't express my gratitude to you. I thought you were a myth, but, tonight--"

"What handle do you have at Beswick?" I asked quietly.

"He is my landlord," he answered, stroking his son's hair. "But because of the long winter, we haven't got the agricultural products we usually get from Fatalin. I ..." he shivered. "I lost ten gold coins this month."

I sighed, usually like this, there are few new stories in this city. I walked to a thug and found a wallet with coins on his belt.

"From its weight, you may have enough money to pay a few months' rent until your business gets better again," I said, throwing the wallet to the person. "At the same time, you should probably find a new place to live. Maybe leave the place before the thugs wake up."

The owner nodded and took the bag to him. "Thank you, mask. I want to tell everyone what you did. Thanks to you, this city is safer."

I reached out and grabbed my cloak, tied it around my neck, and put the hood on my head. Then I rushed to a pile of crates and before using another small tool to quickly climb up the roof, I smiled slightly at the man and his son.

A bright full moon appeared faintly above my head, providing the only light for me to pass silently through the roof. Since the sun went down a few hours ago, the tiles were still warm. Sweat gathered under the cloth mask around my eyes, both from jumping in the air and from fighting. Summer has not yet arrived, but as the humidity increases, the night becomes more and more dense. Soon it will become very unbearable, and there is no other way than jumping into the head bay.

I continued to search for Ignacio, although I knew it might be in vain. Most likely, he slipped back to his boss ’hiding place, licking the wound, far away from me.

Lord Beswick is neither a nobleman nor a member of a high society. He is just an ordinary criminal, a person who builds his power on the most vulnerable. Beswick is basically not prosecuted, and there are few judges in the city, and the only judge is more afraid of his threats or likes his money than trying him.

No matter how much of my cronies he sent to the feet of the captain of the city guard, he continued to secretly trade with the merchants in the city, threatening innocent people-taking advantage of the lack of control of the city ’s rulers over his territory pen.

I swallowed, and there was a trace of uneasiness in my head. The captain of the City Guard died three weeks ago, and his funeral will be held next week. Although he is not my favorite person, it seems wrong to belittle the dead, especially when they have not been buried.

On the other hand, Beswick, I am always ready to belittle. He was ruthless and squeezed high rents from everyone, just like the one I just saved. Then, when the tenants can no longer put food on the table, Beswick will lend them money to let them use their work and money as part of Beswick underground crime. This is a vicious circle of poverty that is hard to break.

I try my best to help the citizens resist him—whether it is using a few gold coins to help them pay the rent, or just repel the thugs who intimidate them—but it is like trying to stop the tide. The only way to end the cycle is to remove Beswick himself.

Unfortunately, he has many powerful friends, at least rich and powerful in this city, and will help him in secret. It takes more than knocking him down in an alley, and then throwing his crooked **** on the steps of the office building of the City Guard.

In the past few months, I have clearly realized that the only way to get rid of Beswick and his associates completely is to collect enough evidence and bring criminal charges against him, not like theft and violence. misdemeanor. I have to find a bigger one. Like treason.

There are rumors that he illegally imported goods from the eastern mainland, sold them to merchants in the city at high prices, and then claimed the difference as his own. It is bad enough to deceive our own citizens, but without the express permission of the Fatalin Association, any businessman is prohibited from signing such an international treaty.

The only thing I need is evidence.

Tonight, I have been following Ignacio, hoping he can take me to the bookkeeper of Beswick. I have a feeling that someone rich in this city will get what I need. But now, the sun is shining outward from the roof, which shows that my night patrol is over. Tomorrow, I will put on a hood and try again, just like I did every night for the past year.

At night, I called the slaughterhouse a base, and I climbed as neatly as possible into the neatly arranged crates next to the slaughterhouse and climbed into an open window. There is very little in my black hole room-a wardrobe with a few short tops worn during the day, a bathtub for washing clothes and weapons, and a mattress.

There was already a figure sleeping there—Tasha, the butcher's daughter. We have a good arrangement-she never asks me where I have gone (and does not ask me other things), and sometimes, she will sit and stare at me. For her, I'm just a mysterious girl who exchanges gold coins for a room.

I untied the cloak and took out an almost empty tool bag from my waist, hiding it under a loose floor, with a spare mask and a beautiful sword. I pushed the snoring Tasha away and sat on the mattress next to her.

As I gradually fell into thought, the sound from the still open window caught my attention. It was too early for Tasha's parents to get up and walk around. In order not to wake Tasha, I got up carefully from the bed and picked up my sword and mask. I walked out of the room swaying and fell heavily on the crate outside the window. There is a group of city guards in the alley-this is all I need to see before I set off along the roof.

A tidy shout followed me to another building ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ I hadn't had time to take two steps, two pairs of hands without physical hands grabbed my wrists, legs and ankles-no matter what No matter how I struggle, I can't break free. The sword in my hand fell off like a bag fell on my head. A tremor of fear spread throughout my body.

Has Beswick sent me to come? Is this the end? I have only lived in this world for twenty years. No, I won't give up so easily. Even if I was captured, my mind was still clear.

I let them carry me and decided to save my energy at the right time. The person carrying me sounds like a group of guards. They can't go far with shackles, but of course I can give it a try.

In the end, they put me on a seat and took the bag over my face. I blinked in the dim light. My mask is still on my face, but I do n’t know how long this will last. The handcuffs were taken off by another one. I carefully rubbed my wrists and, while thinking about what to do next, secretly glanced at the person who captured me.

A young man I didn't know walked to the other side of the table, his handcuffs swaying in his hands. He was twenty-five or six years old and had short black hair. He smiled at me and leaned against the wall, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, a mage in black robe walked in and nodded to the mage against the wall. Then I sat in the seat opposite me, with a satisfied smirk on my thin lips, and the light of victory flashed in my dark brown eyes. I recognized him and scolded him and his stupidity ten thousand times in my heart.

"Good morning," he said. "Do you want something to drink?"

I rolled my eyes. "I guess it was with poison?"

Bai En in a black robe smiled and looked at her with a wolf-like expression. "Why should I poison Queen Miyallara?"