I, the Prince of Qin

　　Mo Zhe patted the quilt covering her: "It's all over."

　　Hei Tong shook his head, "You don't understand... At the beginning, when my sister betrayed, how sad I was, I have been struggling to survive, and on every poisonous night, I controlled my tears and the urge to commit suicide to survive, In every mission of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, she crawled and survived just to reckon with her betrayal with her own hands."

　　She said, smiling sarcastically.

　　"As a result, I also became a traitor... I even participated in the assassination of His Majesty the Emperor... What face do I have to stand in front of my sister and accuse her of being a traitor?"

　　"That incident is not your fault. Now everything is over." Mo Zhe got up and went to pour tea.

　　"You still don't understand..." Hei Tong smiled slightly, like a ghost that would disappear in the sunlight at any time: "I... and Nishinomiya's... comrades, not only betrayed, but also failed... We no longer have any hope. The losers will be abandoned, the traitors will be killed, and the empire will not let us go. You... hand me over, I don't want to hurt you."

　　Mo Zhe held the teacup, tested the temperature, and put it to Hei Tong's mouth: "Take a rest, I'll take you to a place."

　　Black pupil raised his head suspiciously.

　　After that, he followed Mo Zhe to the underground of the palace.

　　Those gloomy walls, covered with cracks and dried blood, gave a strange sense of reassurance.

　　Maybe because of familiarity.

　　Hei Tong followed behind the boy, stroking the coldness on the stone wall beside him as he walked.

　　When I was a child, this cold feeling accompanied me when I grew up.When the poison erupted, the floor that was rolling in pain was also so cold.

　　But there is at least some warmth in the cold.

　　The elder sister betrayed, but the former companions are still there.

　　But they... are now like themselves, become traitors.

　　He will be executed, maybe he has already been executed, right?

　　What is the purpose of Mo Zhe bringing himself here?

　　Here...it's already empty.

　　Those companions, those who have been supporting me since my sister left, are no longer there...

　　Hei Tong walked blankly, his empty eyes suddenly a little dry.She wiped her eyes and smiled indifferently.

　　nothing... nothing...

　　Passing through the cold underground corridor, a beam of light suddenly shone on his face.

　　Suddenly I heard a lot of noisy voices, and I couldn't tell the difference.The girl was a little bewildered.

　　The dazzling light shone so brightly that his eyes seemed to be covered with a white cloth.

　　Those dense voices are talking about...

　　"Black pupil?"

　　"It's black pupil!"

　　"Black pupil is back!"

　　"Oh, when Ernest took you away, we were still worried about you!"

　　"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, just come back!"

　　"Now, everyone is here!"

　　"Okay! Celebration feast tonight! Welcome Hei Tong home!"

　　"Welcome Hei Tong home!"

　　"Hei Tong, welcome home!"

　　What's up...why...everyone looks so blurry?

　　Why... there are water droplets on my face?

　　Why...why am I crying so loudly?

　　How long has it been since you cried like this?

　　- "... um... I'm back."

Chapter 50 Chapter [-] The purpose is really my body?

　　Under the palace, in the office, the vents churn out the exhaust fans.

　　This office was originally the place where Nishinomiya handled affairs. After Mo Zhe took over Anbu, it was logical to occupy it.

　　In the large room, there are several data racks, and there is a secret door on the floor next to it, leading to the confidential document vault on the lower floor.

　　A pot of foliage plants slumped weakly in the corner, and Hei Tong held a small lamp that imitated sunlight, and curiously shone on the fat leaves.

　　Mo Zhe quietly put the little yellow book on the desk into the drawer.

　　"I didn't expect you to be the leader!" Hei Tong got tired of playing, clapped his hands and walked over, staring at Mo Zhe's face and looking at it: "It feels so strange."

　　"What's so strange?"

　　"It's hard to say." Hei Tong threw a candy in his mouth: "Then will I call you the leader in the future?"

　　"Whatever you want." Mo Zhe pretended to read the document.

　　Hei Tong paused: "Chief."

　　Mo Zhe pretended to nod.

　　"Boss... Will you punish me?" Hei Tong asked.

　　Mo Zhe looked into her eyes, wondering if she was serious or joking, and replied, "No. Why should I punish you?"

　　Hei Tong said: "If the mission fails, or the injury affects the combat effectiveness, and has no use value, I will be punished. It used to be like this, and I don't have eight rooms yet. If I don't even have the basic use value in the future, I will be punished. Mo Zhe, will you punish me? If you are punished, I feel...it will be strange."

　　Mo Zhe flicked her forehead hard: "Big brain."

　　Black pupil covered his forehead and smiled.

　　A killer knocked on the door and entered.

　　"Boss, the antidote you ordered has already been distributed."

　　Mo Zhe nodded: "There may be a backlash, you let them bear it."

　　"What antidote?" Hei Tong asked curiously.

　　"In the past, in order to enhance your combat effectiveness in a short period of time, Nishinomiya gave you poison to stimulate your potential. You should take it often, but the poison on your body has almost been resolved, so don't take that medicine again. The same antidote , I will now distribute it in batches and distribute it to the remaining people. Of course, detoxification is not enough, and the eroded body also needs medicine to recuperate."

　　Black pupil looked at Mo Zhe in disbelief.

　　"But... without that medicine... we are... too weak... useless?"

　　Mo Zhe glanced: "Who said that?"

　　At the moment, he led Hei Tong to the training ground.A lot of equipment on the training ground has been changed, and Hei Tong has a bunch of things he doesn't know.

　　"leader!"

　　"Good leader!"

　　Mo Zhe responded one by one and visited the past with Hei Tong.

　　The training method of imperial killers still remains in the very primitive way of raising gu, letting go of their hands and feet to let many people kill each other, and the last remaining ones will become official killers.

　　After Mo Zhe came up, he directly abolished this method that would cause serious internal friction, and summed up a new training system in Daqin's database and the skills of the Hassan faction.

　　Although the Hassan School originated in the Middle Ages, its training methods are extremely scientific.Each assassin will systematically study physiology, medicine, psychology and various physical and chemical knowledge, and then tailor a set of training methods according to the characteristics of each person.

　　The Hassans of all dynasties have their own strengths, not just in terms of combat effectiveness.Like Quiet, the fighting power is not strong, but the killing is the most silent, and the quantity and quality of the completed tasks are also the highest.

　　Mo Zhe doesn't expect each of them to become assassins like Hassan in all dynasties, but maximizing personal potential and teaching students in accordance with their aptitude are the most refined summary of the modern education system.

　　There are no bad students, only bad teachers, training killers, too.

　　"Hello, leader!" As he was walking, a young killer wearing a one-eye patch and missing an entire arm and a leg came over with a wheelchair, lowered his head gently, and said:

　　"The analysis results have come out. The secret network and transaction details of the House of Nobles are here, please take a look at the leader!"

　　Mo Zhe nodded and took the information from the wheelchair.

　　Clear and concise, clear purpose, well-organized, it is simply a template for intelligence analysis!

　　"Yes, hard work." Mo Zhe praised.

　　The crippled young man lowered his head, a flush of excitement on his face.

　　When he pushed the wheelchair away with difficulty, Hei Tong saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

　　In countless dark nights, Hei Tong, who had endured the fear of being abandoned, knew too well what those tears represented.

　　It was the most extravagant and unreachable thing for people like me.

　　Hope, and recognition.

　　"His Royal Highness, the eighth room has been repaired." At this time, Ah Fang contacted.

　　The silver light flashed, and Mo Zhe lay a dark scabbard tachi quietly in his hand, flipped it upside down, and threw it to Hei Tong.

　　Hei Tong took it and took a look: "This is... my eighth room?"

　　"It was broken for you last time. I took it back and asked someone to forge it again. It's only stronger than the original one, and the marching skills of the dead are still there, but the side effects of eroding people's hearts have been completely eliminated." Mo Zhe said at I thanked Afang in my heart, and then looked at the new Eighth Room.

　　This is a demon sword re-forged with Daqin's technical power. In this world, I am afraid that there is no stronger individual weapon!

　　Hei Tong hugged Bafang tightly and lowered his head.

　　Mo Zhe didn't care, he took her for a walk, returned to the ground, and played around in the Imperial City.Black pupil just woke up, proper rest and activities are necessary.

　　"You have a good rest for a few days, and then you can follow me to learn new assassination techniques, and then I plan to hand over the Empire's Dark Ministry to you. After all, my ideal is not to be an intelligence chief, take them for a while, and observe who If you can cultivate in depth, I plan to let it go gradually, it is very suitable for you to take over, of course, if you have other pursuits in life, I will not force it."

　　"In the future, your freedom is your own, you can live the life of an ordinary person, or you just want to help me work part-time. If you are injured, remember to receive a pension, it will be counted as a work injury, and don't say things like abandonment in the future. Same goes for other companions." Mo Zhe added.

　　Hei Tong held the knife all the time, didn't speak, just nodded.

　　After a simple dinner, Mo Zhe asked her if she wanted a new place, and she shook her head.

　　So the two returned to the Royal Courtyard.

　　On a cool and clear night, Mo Zhe took a shower and wondered if he should tell her about Daqin when Heitong stabilized, when a knock on the door rang.