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Watching Ernes get out of the carriage, several bounty hunters hiding in the vicinity immediately jumped out, some did not pay the upfront expenses, directly stopped a passing carriage, and some recorded the characteristics of the target carriage. Trying to go from the narrow and narrow path to the front, and some ride on the bicycle that you prepared in advance, in the sound of the jingle, in the carriage, the gap between the crowd, it is very easy to follow.

Here, only the restless, still staying in place, watching Ornes and many colleagues go.

This kind of bicycle is also more useful than I thought. It is no wonder that so many bounty hunters have to save money to buy one. This can save the cost of riding a carriage or walking time... If there are often similar tracking tasks, then The money saved is enough to buy a new bicycle... The only problem is that there are still very few models of this type of transportation, and they are all types of high seats... I can see a heartbeat.

At this time, a rail public carriage came from the crossroads and stopped in front of her.

The location of Hugh is exactly one site.

Looking at the double-decked car parked on the steel track, Hugh took out a few 1 pence of copper coins, went up, and found a window seat to sit down.

The public carriage has a total of nearly 50 people on the upper and lower floors. It is not crowded at this time, allowing Hugh to take a very smooth view of the window.

But she was not enjoying the scenery, and her mind quickly outlined the specific appearance of the target:

Brown hair, bright red eyes, deep outlines, high nose and some deformity, holding an oil painting album in his hand.

With the extraordinary sense of the "Sheriff" in this respect, and the lack of distance between the two sides, Hugh grasped the current position and the intended direction of the target.

Therefore, she was very calm, even with the window glass, took off the cap, and rationalized the rough and stubborn blond hair.

After a few stops, I suddenly got up and went down after the public carriage stopped again.

Here is the Beckland Bridge area, where the target in her sense has changed direction and is ready to head to the bridge.

Hugh walked quickly and planned to enter another street from the front corner and board the public carriage to the south bank of the Tsok River.

She was lucky. When she arrived at the platform, the public carriage drove over.

Hugh sighed and took out the other pennies that were prepared, and more and more wanted to buy a bicycle.

This class of public carriages is very crowded, but Hugh relies on the majesty of the "arbitrator", and it is easier to find a position through the crowd, up to the second floor.

The carriage slowly moved, and looked out of the window with a glimpse of his eyes.

She saw Sherman who couldn't find it before!

The young man, who is considered a woman, is holding a paper bag with several long strips of bread and a stack of newspapers into a narrow alley.

His shoulders are brown and long, and the gray striped pants are quite tight.

Although his figure disappeared, normal people could not be sure, but Hugh as a "security officer", still made a positive judgment.

Sherman retired the room rented in the East and moved to this place? Seeing the other side has nothing to do, and he is tracking the target again. He slams and jumps out of the carriage, catches up with the other party, and asks about the recent situation.

............

Sherman held a paper bag and a stack of newspapers with long strips of bread, walked through the alleys and streets, and took a big lap before entering an apartment, along a narrow staircase, to the third floor. Get out the key and open the door of your home.

He seems to have good anti-tracking skills.

With a bang, the door was open, and Sherman suddenly lit up and saw the girl in a black dress.

This girl has a sweet and warm face, a fascinating figure, even standing in the window, blocking the sun, making her place look dark, as if it is coated with a layer of gold, more holiness and beauty.

"How come you?" Sherman stared at each other with amazement, and then couldn't restrain himself by looking up and down.

His less obvious throat squirmed and swallowed saliva.

The next second, he slammed his head and looked to the side, seemingly afraid to look straight.

"Special, Ms. Teres..." Sherman screamed at each other.

Terry smiles slowly, and the room with poor lighting seems to be a lot brighter. Then she asks in a slightly ridiculous tone:

"Why don't you dare to look at me?"

"I, I don't know, I like it, I like it. It's a male. Why, why do you see it, there are still many strange ideas..." Sherman still looked at the side of the ground and answered with a slight stutter. .

Terry's look became a bit complicated, and she laughed as if nothing had happened:

“Women also appreciate beautiful and attractive people.”

She paused and said:

"I am here today, there is a task for you. Your initial progress is very fast, I am very satisfied, but it seems to have stagnated recently."

Sherman’s face suddenly showed some fear, and the subconscious stepped back:

"I, I don't think it's necessary to do that..."

Seeing that Teres did not refute, Sherman’s words gradually became smooth:

"I really can't teach others to steal, rob, kill, this is too bad, too damn!

"Even, even at the very beginning, the people you let me assassinate, I feel too much now, even though they do swear at me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread my bad things, hurt in various ways. I am happy, but, but their behavior is not as high as the need to repay with life."

Terry smiled without a surprise:

"You didn't say that at the beginning. You hated them. They were full of resentful emotions. When they got extraordinary ability, they couldn't wait to retaliate. I just mentioned a little, and you have planned many assassinations yourself. I always remember that you were covered in blood, shivering, and fanatically satisfied."

When Sherman listened, he couldn't help but retreat until he reached the door that had not been closed at any time. He only covered his face with his hands and shouted:

"Do not!

"I am now having nightmares every night, dreaming that they are surrounded me bloody, chasing me, biting me..."

Hey, a paper bag landed, a lot of long strips of bread were scattered, and a stack of newspapers fell just next to them.

"This is normal." Terry quietly interrupted Sherman's words. "This is the psychological transformation stage that the Assassin must have. Think about it. When those people used to bully you, do you want to kill?" they?"

"...Yes." Sherman hesitated.

Teres then gave a low smile:

"You will fight when you are bullied and kill them."

Her words have a meaning that people are willing to listen and willing to believe, Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded:

"It’s a lot better to think like this..."

Upon hearing this sentence, Terry’s dimples were presented, adding a little playfully:

"And, when they are alive, they are not your opponents. What are you afraid of when you die?

"Even if they become ghosts and become ghosts, there is nothing. You only need to finish the ‘ceremony’ seriously, and then take a potion, you can burn all the souls!”

"But, but, watching others under my teachings, become ugly, become crazy, become fierce, I will not bear it." Sherman is still quite reluctant.

Terry squinted at the bottom of her mouth invisibly, and said with a smile:

"That is the evil thought they have. It has nothing to do with you. Even without you, these evil thoughts may break out at specific moments in specific occasions.

"And, the tasks I have assigned to you are related to the gangs. Do you still have to know what it is like? It is the kindness and compassion of you and the innocent residents of the Eastern District like you. ""

Sherman opened his mouth in a subconscious way, but when he got to his lips, he shrank back.

He became silent at once.

Terry glanced at him with a sigh of relief, and the voice continued gently:

"You are only one step away from the final goal. As long as you complete the remaining 'ceremonies', you can drink the third potion and turn it into a woman.

"At that time, you can use the name 'Snowman' which was taken before, the more nice name, and then, as a girl, leave Beckland, go to Kamihain or Deeshire, and start a new life. There is no longer any relationship with everything here. Well, you must be full of charm, and will be pursued by many excellent men, and choose from them the most satisfying and favorite way to enter the marriage hall, and give birth to a lively Children, educate them to grow up healthily, take them to winter skiing, go to Desi Bay for a holiday, and go to the hunting ground to enjoy the entertainment that the nobles have...

"You are not saying, can you give everything in order to find yourself?"

Sherman’s lips moved a few times, and for a moment, a little open:

"Ms. Teres, I understand, I, I will follow what you told me to do."

After that, he seemed to have lost all his strength, swaying and falling, and his subconsciously reached out and lifted the coat rack next to him.

In the process, his eyes naturally swept through the stack of newspapers on the ground.

The stack of newspapers has spread out, revealing a piece of media in the middle:

"...The rich man from Dissi, Mr. Don Tae Tans, intends to acquire Larry Wei Steel, and thinks it has quite good profitability and development prospects..."

............

"Sir, do you really want to buy La Livi Steel?" At 160 Burke Lund Street, the close-up of the manservant Enuni, on the way upstairs, asked.

Dawn Dontes shook his head and smiled:

"This news is purely fabricated. I and Mr. Phil Larivi, the owner of Larry Wei Steel, only met once in the dance last week and talked a few words."

The butler, Walter, was slightly relieved and immediately said:

“Mr. Larry Wei Steel is really looking for buyers, and there are a lot of people who are interested.”

In other words, the news is that Phil himself is looking for a reporter to release it in order to sell a better price? Klein thoughtfully lowered his head and entered the semi-open room with a large balcony. He was ready to enter the fog. With the prayer light of the "believers" Enuni, he observed whether the Hailuer family had any abnormalities.

This is what he has been doing in recent days.