Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 294 3. Are assassinations so casual now? —【835】

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   "He will be eaten by the eldest Miss of the Presto family and there will be no scum left, um, no scum in any sense."

   On the second floor of the "Red Jack" bar, Blake stood by the window and watched Oriden Perenold, who was walking out of the bar below, put on a tall hat and sat in a low-key carriage.

   He said to Moros, the housekeeper standing behind him:

   "Maybe we should change partners.

   I don't want to go to Alterac in a few months to attend the funeral of a royal sidekick and maybe deal with a difficult newlywed widow. "

   "This joke is not funny, Master Black."

   The undead steward stretched out his hand and pushed the mask covering his rotten face. He said in his unique voice:

   "I've already helped him gain a firm foothold in the noble circle of Alterac Kingdom, so it's a pity to just give up, it's a waste of your precious time.

   Besides, it's not in line with your status to joke like this, Your Highness. "

   "I'm a pirate, my butler."

   Black pouted and said:

   "If I don't tell a joke every day, I am sorry for my identity."

   "Are you trying to get close to Deathwing indulging in boring mortal games? That's not a good plan, come to think of it, a dragon king corrupted by N'Zoth"

  Xalatas whispered in the pirate's ear:

   "That is already the most dangerous creature in this world. As long as you are a little careless, you and your little forces will be caught."

   "Are you teaching me to do things?"

   Black said something faintly.

  Xalatas's "suggestion" was interrupted immediately, she was silent for a few seconds, changed a sweet and greasy tone, and whispered:

   "No, I'm just doing my duty, carefully reminding you of the dangers you may encounter. But without Deathwing, the black dragons without the corrupted Black Dragon King's commander would be quite weak.

  My little master, you should take advantage of this. "

After    finished speaking, Sataras' voice was hidden in his ears, causing Blake to sneer.

   "Who are you talking to? Master Black."

  Moros asked suspiciously:

   "Did you come into contact with something dangerous and weird? Or heard a whisper? Maybe I should book a priest for you."

   "No, no, I'm just talking to myself."

  The pirate waved his hand and said to Moros:

   "Don't worry, my housekeeper, and I already have the best ship doctor by my side, she will take care of my health. Can you make me a late-night snack?

  I will go around the city and come back to eat later. "

   "Of course, my master."

  Moros nodded shyly, turned to put away the cup on the table, glanced at Kanrisad who was guarding the door, opened the door, and went to the kitchen of the bar.

   "Jack, your bar business is good, but the layout is a bit too outdated. Do you need me to give you some advice?"

  After Moros left, Black turned around and said something to the empty house.

  Under the skinny boy's astonished gaze, the red-haired Jack dressed in a bartender's clothes took the initiative to walk out of the shadows. He seemed to have just finished his work, and the cuffs of his hands were undone and rolled up, revealing a little tattoo on his arms.

   "Of course, Master, I'd be happy to follow your advice."

  Jack stood there, leaned over Blake, and said:

   "This is the first stronghold of your faction, the style and so on should be decided by you."

   "I'm not saying it's bad."

The    pirate shook his head, rubbed his forehead and explained:

   "From an intelligence-gathering point of view, this tavern is already pretty good, but it could be better.

   It's better to find some dancers over, put on some simple clothes that will make men breathe heavy, and then train those young ladies and sisters to dance some enthusiastic dances.

   Make a big stage in the center of the tavern or something, and let them cheer up the guests.

  The lights are also dimmed, and the accompaniment music doesn't have to be so soothing, it's a little more exciting, a little more unrestrained, and a little bit more rhythmic, so people can't help but sway along. "

  Black spread his hands and said:

   "You don't have to wait for the guest to get drunk to get information.

   They don't have a door on their lips when they're happy. Also don't have to position your hotel as serving only alcoholics, so you're reaching too few people.

   Make it a place where you can find happiness and make people of all classes like it.

   When business is booming, go to Gilneas to open a second one, Dalaran to open a third, and Stromgarde to open a fourth. Oh yeah, don't forget to get a garbage dump in every tavern's backyard.

  It should be clean and odor-free.

   Put all the reusable garbage left behind after the guests are happy. "

  Jack listens attentively.

   The pirate's previous suggestion, he could understand, was to associate the tavern with the custom business. This was not a new idea, there was such a place in Lordaeron.

   But he really couldn't understand the latter suggestion.

   Garbage dump?

   What is this going to do?

When    was about to ask, he saw Blake make a gesture and said:

   "Don't ask, you'll know the reason later. Also, be prepared. I'll take you to complete your 'Uncrowned' ceremony at midnight tonight.

  You will be the first assassin to join this faction, always have a sense of ritual. "

   "You want to preside over this ceremony yourself?"

  The red-haired Jack raised his head, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

"certainly."

  The pirate turned the sapphire seal on his finger very cautiously, and he said softly:

   "I came all the way to Keel Harbour just for this.

  I will show you the rules and regulations of our faction. Since I have to sail on the sea all the year round and recruit members on land, I always have to hand it over to a few confidants.

  Jack, I personally invited you, which means that I value you very much, and I hope you can become the backbone of the Uncrowned.

   Go get ready.

  Tonight's ritual, even for an assassin like you, will be very difficult. "

  Jack nodded, with a serious face, bowed to Master Black, and quietly disappeared into the shadows like a gust of wind, disappearing into the night outside the window.

   After he left, the skinny boy Kanrisad raised his head, looked at his captain, and asked in a low voice:

   "Captain, do you really value him? Why didn't you invite him on board?"

   "Of course, I value Jack very much. This is a very motivated young man, and he was also a rising star at Ravenholdt."

  Black touched the seal ring on his finger, he hooked his finger to the little warlock, and said:

   "I will always value him until he dies by mistake, just like I value you too, you will be a good warlock, but if you die

   proves that I'm wrong.

   This may make me sad for a few days, but time will heal me. It is a quack doctor who can cure all diseases.

   to change clothes.

  Let's go around the city, aren't you missing an eyeball too? "

"it is good."

   The skinny boy eagerly ran to the cubicle to change his clothes, while the pirate shook his head. He looked out the window at the Keel Harbor in the dark, and could vaguely see the lights on the other side of the military harbor.

  It should be that the Gilnean soldiers returning from their voyage are holding a celebration of victory, celebrating their defeat of the orcs and winning glory and peace for the alliance.

   Black lowered his head and took out a letter marked Ravenholdt from his pocket.

   He looked at the content of the reward on the letter, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and casually put the letter on the candle on the table next to him and burned it.

   Watching the burning stationery, the dazzling "Anduin Lothar" in the bounty engulfed in flames, Black scolded in a low voice:

   "Peace of shit."

   "I feel so worthless for you, hero and great man."

—

   "That alley, called Crime Alley, is a gathering place for all kinds of scum in Keel Harbor."

   In the dark night, it will rain lightly, and there are no street lights in the small town streets of Keel Harbor. Occasionally, a few horses and carriages will rush past, but few pedestrians will pass here.

   Black, who had put on a full set of Night Killer armor, covered his entire body in darkness with the pirate king cloak. Under the distinctive helmet, and above the red face covering, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

   He pointed to a dark alley on the opposite side, and said to Kanrisad, who was also wearing black clothes, carrying Jordan's staff, holding a magic tome, and covering his face:

   "Jack told me that there is the stronghold of the smugglers in Keel Harbour, who control the grey area of ​​the port all the year round and make a lot of money by smuggling alcohol and contraband.

   There seems to be a suspicion of collusion between officials and businessmen, but this is not important.

   There are thugs and gangsters domesticated by black merchants in that alley. More than half of the criminals in the entire small town are hiding there, and there are many eyeballs there.

   All you have to do is choose the one that suits you best.

   But I won't help you, skinny boy. "

  The pirate smiled in a low voice and said to the little warlock who was eager to try:

   "You've been learning magic for almost two months. The evil eye told me that you're a genius, and I've taught you a lot. Tonight is a test.

   Go, let me see what you can do. "

   "What kind of ability?"

   Kanrisad snorted and asked:

   "A warlock? Or a pirate?"

   "What do you say?"

   Black asked rhetorically.

   The skinny boy smiled, pulled up his black hood, leaned on a staff taller than others, and strode towards the crime alley across the street amid the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

   Not at all cowardly.

  The Pirate King was out of gear and couldn't summon the old bone-biting, but Black had another means of surveillance. He squeezed a cloud of shadow magic in his left hand and whispered a spell.

   In the next instant, an eyeball that had been treated with warlock skills floated in the green light, wrapped in the magic of shadows, and flew towards the crime alley silently.

  Eye of Warlock Magic Kilrogg.

  100% authentic!

   After all, this eyeball really came from Kilrogg Deadeye.

   It shares vision for pirates, and because of Blake's exploration of the mystery of the shadow, it has a super stealth effect, and the flight speed is quite fast. It is completely a magical version of "drone".

   He wanted to use the eyes of Kilrogg to check Kanrisad's actions, find out his mistakes, teach him a lesson later, and show his "majesty" as a dual senior warlock and pirate.

   But who would have expected, as soon as the magic eye was lifted into the sky, Blake saw something "incredible".

   On the dark street on the other side of Crime Lane, a carriage rolled over on the side of the road, and the horses and grooms that pulled the carriage, including the soldiers guarding the carriage, were killed and bloodshed.

   Several men in black were chasing a lady in a long dress. The lady holding a rapier was guarded by two fierce hounds and held a crying little girl in her arms.

  Behind her, she was also protecting two children who were scared and crying.

   "People from Ravenhold?"

  The pirate immediately narrowed his eyes. He recognized the origins of several assassins who were chasing him. The next moment, as the magic eye approached, he also recognized the identity of the hunted.

   Good guy!

this is not.

   "Whoosh"

  Blake's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

As soon as    disappeared into the shadows, a hook and lock was thrown out, leading him to jump onto the low and chaotic roofs of Crime Lane, and galloping like a warhorse, he rushed towards the place where the assassination took place.

   An alley that a normal person would take ten minutes to walk through, but a pirate took less than twenty seconds to travel through it.

   To be honest, at this speed, even if you don’t sneak, ordinary people may not be able to capture it in such a dark night. But what to say? Pirates move in the shadows much faster than normal.

   "Run! Liam! Run with your sister and Lorna! Find your father! Quick!"

   When Blake was standing on the chimney at the edge of the street, he was seeing the lady in the rain. It seemed that she gave up her escape and threw the girl in her arms to her son.

   She has no graceful posture.

   Wet her long skirt in the rain, but she still held a rapier, picked up a musket from the ground, and together with her pet dog, struggled to resist the assassin in front of her.

  The pirate whistled at night.

   This lady is not only in good shape, but also very good at swordsmanship. She is not a lady in the traditional sense at all. She is indeed a Gilnean with a strong folk style.

   Even the venerable Her Majesty the Queen fought so fiercely.

   (end of this chapter)