Kill me again, Miss Witch

With the oil running out and the lamp drying up, the white mask asked desperately while breathing hard to prevent the gushing blood from clogging the trachea.

"It's just a first-year student who killed you."

Xia Ya said noncommittally, and slowly squatted down.

"I... come from... Yeyin Society, kill me, they won't, won't...let you go!"

The white mask looked at his indifferent expression with horror.

"Thank you for your concern, but this is my own business. If you are a dead person, there is no need to worry about it." Shaar thought for a while, and found that he had never heard of the killer organization known as the Yeyin Society, so he could only shrug his shoulders, "What's the matter?" Will it be?"

"Hey... I, I tell you, who... who ordered me... let me, let me live... let me... ..”

Before dying, the desire to survive still prevailed.

Generally speaking, the professionalism of a professional killer is not allowed to disclose the information of the host, and the white mask can be regarded as a professional killer.

But the problem is, after more than ten years of working in the industry, he has never seen Xia Ya being so unreasonable. He beat people to the brink of death without even asking, as if he didn't care who the employer was at all.

Crazy?

This caused the white mask, who could not see any hope of life, to collapse directly.

He was fighting with others, but not dying!

Feeling the breath of life passing away from his body bit by bit, he couldn't help begging for mercy in the end.

But seeing those black and cold eyes, White Mask's heart trembled.

Then, I heard him whispering: "You don't need to say, I can guess who instigated it, use your brain, if the nobles want to hire murderers, will they leave any stains on themselves that may be discovered? "

"Not to mention that there is a high probability of contacting you with worthless people. Even if you have direct contact with the person who wants to kill me, think about it for yourself. After completing the task, can you still live?"

Great noble?

What the hell, why did it suddenly involve such a behemoth far away in the sky?

A hint of confusion flashed across the pale face of the white mask.

Shaar sighed.

His strength on paper is just that of a knight retinue, but even so, he still hired a big knight to intercept and kill him.

Will such an opponent expose his information to the killer?

Sure enough, looking at the expression on the white mask, one could tell that he knew nothing about the people behind the scenes.

That being the case, it really has no value at all.

"Cast a good pregnancy in your next life...ah no, I wish you to return to the embrace of the Goddess of Light."

Under Xiaya's gaze, the white mask's eyes were full of lovelessness, and gradually lost his voice.

Shaar stepped forward and drew a circular imprint on his chest to pray for him, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to be a believer of the Goddess of Light, so he shrugged.

Then, he began to search for the spoils of this battle.

After searching all over his body, he only found the ancient spell, a dozen scattered gold coins, a dagger and a mask.

The form of [Hidden Veil] is actually a gauze-like transparent glove. Shaar tried it, and as long as he made a grasping posture, he could raise a faint curtain, hiding his body under the darkness, and Move quickly and silently with shadows.

Apart from these things, he had nothing else on him, not even any identification items.

But Xiaya can probably guess who wants to kill him.

After searching, Xiaya thought for a while, took off his robes, released an apprentice-level fireball technique, and burned them up.

Then, another fireball was thrown on the corpse's face.

Amidst the flames and scorched black smoke, Shaar narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the unrecognizable corpse on the ground, and repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing on his body that could prove his identity, even if he was found, he would only be treated as an unidentified corpse deal with.

After doing all this, Shaar used the effect of [Vail of Concealment] to escape into the darkness and quickly left here.

Among other things, this thing has top-notch running effects.

Although the process just now was very short, Shaar's fighting style full of violent aesthetics still caused a lot of commotion, so in order not to provoke the guards, it is better to leave here as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I was on guard when I came out just now, and walked around the alley to a street far away from the stronghold, so even if a body was found, it was difficult to suspect myself.

What's more, this is the lower city, and people die every day due to various situations.

No wonder.

Chapter 19 Is someone swearing?

late at night.

After a busy day, Deidora came to the remote laundry room in the college as usual.

The walls outside the building are covered with star vines and duna flowers. The large areas of dark green are mixed with dots of white, just like the stars dotted on the night.

Deidora admired it quietly for a while, and waited in line.

After a long time, she finally found a free pool, so she walked in slowly with a basket of dirty clothes.

There were people coming and going in the laundry room. While the maids were busy cleaning the clothes, they chatted secretly for a while, and there was a burst of pleasant laughter from time to time.

At first glance, they were all wearing uniform and exquisite maid outfits, and most of them were young and beautiful.

Basically, every young master of noble origin will be equipped with one or two such life maids, and the work they are responsible for is not only the daily service, but some also include accompanying the bed at night.

This is what Deidora heard from their usual chats. It is not a secret, and it is very common in the academy.

In addition, they often talk about rumors and gossip among the nobles behind their backs, such as which countess has an affair with her own knight, which viscount is actually a hot-hearted person, which serious cardinal The bishop actually liked little boys in private, and so on.

Although it sounds interesting, for Dido La who has been living around the young master, she always feels very far away, so she just listens silently, has no friends to talk to, and rarely strikes up a conversation.

But recently, some inexplicable troubles came to him on their own initiative.

At the beginning, I just felt excluded, for example, the maids would deliberately avoid her during meals, and occasionally cast weird glances at her.

After a while, this kind of ostracism gradually turned into physical friction and conflicts. Senior life maids often came to find fault with her when she was working, and sometimes pushed and shoved her a few times.

Until three days ago, the conflict intensified, and a bucket of dirty water was poured by a maid named Nina when she was volunteering to clean up the corridor.

So when Xiaya came home, she saw Didora taking a bath at noon, but she didn't choose to tell this matter at that time.

The young master has been training very hard on weekdays, and he still has to go to class, so if it's not a serious matter, Didora will pretend that it didn't happen.

Thinking of this, her expression softened a lot as she was squatting by the sink to wash her clothes.

To her, Char is both the master and the younger brother.

While cleaning her underwear, she accidentally found that there seemed to be a hard lump on it, recalling Xia Ya's embarrassing expression when she woke up that morning, Deidora smiled lightly.

The young master is exactly that age now.

Especially there was only one bedroom in the house, and the two of them slept on the same bed. Sometimes when they woke up, they found the young master was tightly hugged in his arms.

I don't know when I will be able to perform the same duties as other maids.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help stroking her flushed side face with her hand.

But at this moment, an extremely discordant voice suddenly came from behind.

"Obviously the master was so frightened that he left the academy overnight. I didn't expect a lowly maid to have the courage to stay here."

Didora turned her head and saw a tall female servant standing behind her with her arms folded, and several servants standing beside her.

The short-haired maid looked pretty, but her face was a bit harsh, and her long and narrow eyes looked over, full of disdain and contempt.

It was that guy named Nina who served a very famous senior in the fourth grade and always liked to bully others because of it.

Deidora snorted lightly, and continued to wash her hands.

I thought to myself, is this what the young master said, standing fifty steps before the starting line but laughing at running a hundred steps?

Feeling good about myself too.

Seeing that there was no reaction from the other party, the maid Nina felt that she was underestimated, and she was slightly angry in her heart.

She walked forward slowly, looked down at the beautiful maid in front of her who was far better than her in appearance and figure, and asked in a mocking tone: "I heard that Master Adelaide will lose his title soon, and after a while After a while, you will be reduced to a commoner, and by then, you may be no different from a low-level servant like you."

"But it's good news for you. After all, he was originally an unattainable noble young master. Even if he showed off his body, he could barely be a plaything. Now, you even have a chance to become his wife rightly and legitimately?"

Hearing these words, Deidora paused slightly for washing her hands, pinched the fabric of the clothes vigorously, but still didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Nina became even more angry.

You are obviously going to get out of the academy soon, why are you still pretending to be calm here?

She took two steps forward, kicked Deidora's laundry tub over, and said bitterly, "Are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking to you?"

The laundry tub was overturned, water mixed with foam was scattered all over the floor, and even Shaar's clothes slipped out, staining the dust on the ground.

Didora lowered her head in silence for a while, then shook off the water stains on her hands, and slowly stood up.

The young master also said that when your anger exceeds the limit of tolerance, then there is no need to endure it anymore, the Goddess of Light will forgive you!

"Damn you bitch, I'll count to three, quickly use your dog's paws to pick up the young master's clothes and wash them!" Didora raised her head and said coldly, then she seemed to suddenly realize something , covering his slightly opened mouth, his expression instantly became shy, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm swearing."

......

Even though he had just killed a person and destroyed the corpse, Xia Ya was very calm in his heart.

He didn't even enter the city in a hurry. Considering the timing was a bit suspicious, if the dead killer's identity was sensitive and attracted the attention of the sheriff, he could be easily found by asking the guards to check the people who entered the city at night one by one.

At that time, there would be no reason why a Norton student would show up late at night in a place as messy as the Lower West Side.

Bathed in the night, Shaar stood on the top of a taller house, looked at the disordered buildings extending to the end of his sight, and looked at the gray city wall standing tall in the distance, separating the poor from the rich It turns out that there is quite a sense of sight of "Jinju".

Very ironic magical realism.

Shaar sighed, waved his hand and raised a curtain of shadows, and moved silently into the dark alley next to him.

The alley is a bit crowded, and some downtown people who have no money to buy real estate or rent a house will build very simple shacks here, which cannot even do the most basic wind and rain protection. The cloth will go to sleep.

At this time, the oil lamps in most of the sheds have been extinguished.

Xia stood quietly at the entrance of the alley, looking at the place where he came last time.

The solitary shed was still there.

Through the gap in the shed, one can vaguely see a thin and small figure sitting on the haystack with his knees hugged, his head lowered and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Shaar thought for a while, took a few steps forward, and tapped lightly on the almost non-existent dilapidated wooden fence.

After hearing the voice, the thin figure raised his head vigilantly, and after seeing who it was, he was stunned.

"Still remember me?"

Xia lightly waved his hand, with a soft smile on his face.

"Big brother?"

The little girl shouted timidly, and then buried her little face in her knees.

But Xiaya clearly felt that her eyes were slightly bright, and she was carefully observing him.

Except for these big eyes that are as clear as jewels, the little girl has dark skin, dry and yellowish hair, thin and small body, and does not look good. Overall, she looks like she grew up in a slum little beggar.

He smiled and said, "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

Chapter 20 Send you a little white flower

"Looking at the stars..."

Hearing this, the little girl raised her head slightly and cast her gaze upwards.

Following her gaze, Xia vaguely saw the deep night sky through the cracked sheds and the narrow gap between the roofs on both sides of the alley.

But because the viewing area is too small, it is impossible to see the little stars sprinkled on the night sky.

Shaar nodded, then pointed to the haystack next to her: "Can I sit here?"

"Uh-huh."

The little girl nodded hastily, a hint of flattery flashed in her eyes, she moved a certain distance to the side, and curled up in a corner, leaving a large space for Shaar.