There were no lights in the tavern. Only a little moonlight shone through the window.
The light was not enough to illuminate the place. The staff and the owner of the tavern were not there, so the dark tavern was empty. There were only three people sitting in the corner, sitting at two tables.
"Alright, if the two of you have anything to talk about, feel free to talk. I'm just a notary." The man sitting alone at a table wore a very tall hat, and said in a voice so deep that it was not even possible to discern his sex, "You may pretend that I do not exist."
The two people sitting at the other table didn't respond to his words and just remained silent.
After a while, one of them said, "Because Count 'Good Horse' determined that the assassination came from within the merchant party, it is now difficult to produce a good provocative and provocative effect by assassinating the noble soldiers or suzerains. I think we can change the target, assassinate the important people of the merchant faction, and attack the merchant caravans. Compared to the aristocratic party, where the lord has the final say, the merchant party's control over their subordinates is much weaker. As long as you provoke them a little more, they will easily be unable to control their anger and take action. "
This person was naturally the middle-aged man who had just turned from a pirate to an assassin a few years ago. He finally managed to convince the middleman to invite the employer over to discuss the matter face-to-face.
The person sitting opposite him was completely covered in a hooded robe. His age, appearance, and gender could not be seen. After listening to his words, the person was silent for a moment. Then, with a magnetic voice that could not be distinguished as a man or a woman, he replied, "Are you sure that attacking the merchant party will have a better effect?"
"It's not that the effect is better, but in the current situation, only attacking the Merchant Party might be effective."
The employer was silent again for a moment, and then sighed softly, almost imperceptibly.
He (she?) He seemed a little unhappy.
However, the middle-aged man did not respond. He insisted on his own opinion.
After a while, the employer said, "The so-called assassin is actually a kind of businessman, right?"
"You can almost say that. It's just that the 'goods' for sale are rather special."
"Attacking the Merchant Party, don't you feel guilty for killing your own kind?"
"I used to be a pirate. My main income came from attacking merchant ships."
The employer was silent again, and after a long pause, he (she?) He finally accepted the middle-aged man's suggestion.
"If you think that's better, then do it." Perhaps it was because he was unhappy, but his voice sounded a little depressed. "Anyway, I just want to see the effect."
"Alright." The middle-aged man nodded, stood up, and turned to leave.
When he was far away, the employer said to the middleman next to him, "Is this killer's idea reliable?"
"I'm the middleman. I'm not responsible for telling you what to do or what to do." "So I can't answer your question, Mr. Hyde," the middleman replied in a low, featureless voice.
Mr. Hyde, as he was called, sighed again, and got up and went out.
After a long time, the middle man stood up and left through the back door of the tavern.
However, he didn't know that his tracks had fallen into the eyes of others.
It fell into the eyes of a person who was invisible and floating in the air, coldly staring at him.
The man watched him walk into an empty house, watched him come out in another disguise, watched him return to his residence, and recorded the day's events. Finally, he laughed coldly.
`Prudent enough, but useless, 'he said.
"You're also very cautious," another voice said.
"When did you get here?"
"Just now," the second voice said, "I thought you needed help."
"I don't need help!" The first voice sounded a little unhappy.
"I know you're capable, but it's not a bad thing to have more helpers," the second voice said with a smile. The second voice said with a smile, "Besides, I asked for His Majesty's permission to come here."
The first voice was silent for a while, and then sighed.
"How are you going to help me?" he asked.
"My plan is to create an alibi for you," the second voice said. "Of course, it's to create an alibi for 'Her Royal Highness'. As for 'Mr. Hyde', anyway, he's a mysterious and elusive character. No one can trace him, right?"
"… I really hate that identity!" The first voice sighed. "Even if it's a prince, why is it a princess?"
"It's not up to us to decide. Bodies that can merge with us are very rare. You're lucky to find a human body. Once I came down here, I used a goblin's body … You can't imagine how smelly it was! I washed it almost ten times in various ways, and a layer of my skin was washed off. Then I could barely stand it. "
The first voice laughed in a low voice. "You've never mentioned this before."
"It's not something to boast about …" the second voice said helplessly. "If I'm lucky enough to find a dragon's body, I'll boast about it hundreds of times."
"What body are you going to use this time?"
"I haven't found a suitable one yet," the second voice said. "You know, I've just come down here, and I don't have any clue. I need time to find one."
"If it doesn't work, you can use the golem's body," the first voice suggested.
"There are many problems with the golem's body. The biggest problem is that it can't fully exert its combat power, so it can only be used as a last resort. If possible, I'd like to find a human body as soon as possible. " The second voice sighed. "Speaking of which, it's a pity that my descendants didn't live up to expectations and were killed. Otherwise …"
"My descendants aren't any better. They have the purest bloodline, and they obviously have excellent sorcery talent, but they are strictly controlled and can only rely on selling their beauty to survive. What the hell is a 'princess'? She's just a poor wretch who was sold to others every day to prove that her family has no intention of restoring their country … Speaking of which, it's the descendants of the God of Development who are good. They have three legendary masters. It's so good to make the family business so prosperous! "
"I remember that our positions were similar in those days. Now he's a true god, and we're still oracles …" the second voice said sadly. "If only our descendants could live up to expectations!"
"He's not only living up to expectations, but also has good luck. Do you remember the Eight Knights of Virtue? Could it be that they had any talented descendants? As long as we keep working hard, we'll have the opportunity sooner or later. "
The two voices talked for a while, and then turned into streamers and flew in two different directions.
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