What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 50-49- We are... Assassins

The guards' swords, guns, swords and halberds magnified and slowed down infinitely in their eyes.

If death would come at the next moment, Domi did not want to sit still and wait.

He once again raised his already exhausted arms, clenched them into fists, and rushed forward like a mantis using his arms as a chariot!

However, the imagined collision did not happen.

At that moment, I saw countless figures in black robes falling from the roof at the same time. The robes made a rustling sound, and a cold light flashed on their wrists!
They landed silently on the guards' heads, and the hidden sword hidden in their wrists sliced ​​across their necks effortlessly.

The drop of the knife is the disappearance of a life.

When no one knew what was going on, there was no longer a guard standing in the narrow passage. The light blue light armor was replaced by a black robe, protecting Duomi who was about to become unconscious in the middle. .

The man in black robes closest to him showed his chin to Domi. He was the comrade who gave him the advice at the beginning. He opened and closed his lips. Although he did not make a sound, Domi could know what he said through lip reading:
"Master, we are here to pick you up."

As soon as these words came out, an unreasonable sense of security suddenly occupied Duomi's heart. He finally closed his eyes with peace of mind, and finally muttered something:
"You still have some... conscience..."

Then he fell to the grass with a thud.

In front of the mansion's door, more guards who came to support did not know what was happening. They saw a group of men in black robes descending from the sky and killed all their companions in one fell swoop, as easily as killing chickens.

"The black-robed... assassin... is Fomalhaut!"

"It's Blofield who's killing us! They're going to kill Kingsley!"

The fat man was well-informed and quickly recognized their identities and shouted in panic.

The guards immediately had the idea of ​​​​escape, but when they returned to the gate of the wall, they found that there was another man in black robes blocking their only way.

There is no obvious difference between the black robe on him and the others, but if you compare it on a white paper, you will find that his black robe is even more pure and deep, like a bottomless abyss that swallows all things.

But the frightened guards couldn't care less.

One of the iron-headed boys was eager to leave this place of right and wrong, picked up his sword, and rushed forward with a yell!
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The attack is menacing, but he is a deserter who is timid without fighting.

"Oh?"

Altaïr pulled out a plain, slender stabbing sword from his waist and tilted it in front of him to examine:
"It's been a long time since I've been looked down upon like this. You are a warrior, so... let's give you a decent funeral."

"Advanced light magic - the spear of eternal night."

In an instant, the light on his stabbing sword reached to the sky!
The brightness even exceeds the afternoon sunlight, making people unable to open their eyes.

"This this……"

The iron-headed boy fell to the ground, ignoring the pain coming from his butt. Now all he could see was the blooming lightsaber.

The next second, Altaïr disappeared from the spot, and the arc dragged by the lightsaber had passed through his head and continued to refract like a ray among the remaining guards.

People couldn't even see his back clearly, only the light that passed through everyone's neck is still looming.

When the light completely disappeared, all the guards and the Kingsley tribesmen who were eating melons all fell to the ground.

If you examine the way they died, you will find a burnt hole in their neck, through which the scenery behind can be seen from the front.

It couldn't be colder.

Of course, Altaïr did not kill randomly. He only killed members of the Kingsley family. As for their relatives, friends and guests, they were not brutally murdered.Morey and his mother also survived.

The hidden dangers of the Kingsley family were now completely cleared. With a gesture from Altaïr, all the men in black robes left in an organized and orderly manner, leaving only a messy battlefield.

When Morey ran over to look for Domi, he found nothing. Except for the corpses of the guards, they were the corpses of the Kingsley tribe.

Where once it was impossible to set foot, now not even dogs can visit.

He returned to his mother helplessly, wanting to cry without tears.

"what happened?"

The frail mother still paid attention to every move of her son, as if she wanted to witness his growth for a while in the last moments of her life.

Morey supported his mother and walked towards home step by step. When he passed the place agreed with Domi, his eyes dimmed, but he still forced a smile:
"Oh, it's okay. By the way, mother, I picked up six bronze eagles on the road today. Let's eat something good when we get back!"

"You kid," the woman looked at Morey with both blame and fondness: "If you find money, you have to return it to the owner. This may be quite important to them."

These six bronze eagles were the deposit that Duomi found from two gangsters. Are those two guys also considered the owners?
Morey didn't bother to return the money to them, and just responded perfunctorily.

The woman just smiled and didn't say much.

Yes, with their current living conditions, how can they be considered good citizens?

That day, after sending his mother home, Morey went to the market and bought a piece of fresh beef brisket and vegetables. He took it home and made a beef brisket stew for the poor woman who had worked hard for him for most of his life...

Two days later, in a villa on the outskirts of the city.

On the spacious bed, Duomi, who had just recovered, slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyelids, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He sat up from the bed and looked outside. There was a balcony outside his room, and he could see the scenery outside. The colorful plants were growing lush and green, which was very pleasing.

The door leading to the balcony was open, and the breeze flowed into the room. The temperature was very comfortable, but why did the wind smell of tobacco?
After a while, a tall figure walked back into the room from the balcony. As soon as he came in, he saw Duomi who was awake, sitting on the bed and looking at him.

Altaïr was holding a pipe in his hand, and the pungent smell of smoke was coming from him.

"Hey waste, wake up."

"Artai...is this here?"

Duomi looked around. Compared to the ancient luxury of the castle, this place was simpler and more life-like.

"Oh, this is one of Blofeld's villas in his own territory, didn't you know?"

Why does this sound a bit subtle when spoken by others?

It's obviously my home...

"Well, I really don't know," Duomi recalled the scene at that time and asked curiously: "By the way, what happened after that?"

Altaïr just shrugged:

"You complete the mission, and then I will bring people to pick you up and kill all the remaining ones. That's it."

Then he sat on the chair next to Domi's bed, looked at Domi expressionlessly, and said:
"This enlightenment mission has ended. So, do you want to know my evaluation of your mission?"

(End of this chapter)