Just as the confidant was complaining, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck. When he lowered his head, he found that it was an old lady with an orange-like face, holding a dagger in her hand against his neck.

"What's going on?! Where did she come from?" The messenger was a little stupid for a moment. Although he climbed up by observing his expression and flattering skills, this does not mean that he is a coward. In fact, Vitautas chose him to carry out this task because this guy has good combat effectiveness and can pick several of them by himself. That's why he came here. However, at this moment, he, a young and powerful soldier, actually made a young and strong lady who seemed to be buried near her and pressed her neck with a dagger. What's going on?!

"Boy, be careful next time you speak."[]

However, the old lady seemed to have no intention of being embarrassed by him. She hummed twice, said such a threatening sentence and trembled. She didn't know where the dagger was received. Then she walked around the messenger and staggered. When the messenger looked at him again, the old lady didn't know where it was.

"...I really didn't expect that an old woman also had unique skills. It seemed that it was not simple here." The messenger patted the heart that was beating very hard. He thought this way in his heart. At this time, the guy calmed down and looked at it, but he felt that the qualified, empty and peaceful mountain village actually had murderous intent. The birds and apes were singing and singing, and it was very dangerous. The guy's spirit suddenly became tense. Then he continued to move forward carefully, afraid that he would touch some mechanism traps and other things, so that he would die without a place to die.

However, the next thing went smoothly. The messenger did not encounter any mechanism traps, nor did he curse the tribe shaman, and the old lady who was very skilled and assassin did not appear again. He walked into the village very smoothly and found the old man who looked like a blind man very smoothly. After explaining his purpose and putting down the letters and gold coins, he hurriedly ran away and went back to report to his master.

"Hmph, such a big man, but he is so brave." After the messenger ran away, the old man who looked blind hummed lightly, then weighed the wallet: "Oh, the weight is good. It's not a silver coin, right?" So the old man opened the wallet again, took out a gold coin to touch it, then weighed it, determined the mass and volume, and then bit it again.

"It's indeed gold coins... and it's the latest Norman Empire gold coins. It's more valuable than ordinary gold coins. It's a big deal..." The old blind man muttered to himself, then fell into silence. After waiting for a while, he heard the "creaking" sound of the wooden house door being opened, he smiled hungry again.

"Come on, good apprentice, the deal is here."

As the door was opened, a woman wearing a animal leather waistcoat and a short skirt revealed her white, tight and powerful limbs, while her long golden hair was tied into a refreshing single ponytail. Her eyes were blue, her facial features were delicate, and her nose was tall. She looked very handsome. She was slender, her waist was flexible, and she could not hear any sound when walking. Although her outfit was no different from that of ordinary mountain people, she was the type that could be quickly picked out in a pile of people. She was very conspicuous, her temperament was quite good, and she looked smart and capable. The only thing that was the only disadvantage was that her chest was slightly - no, it should be said that it was completely flat. It was simply flat like a bluestone slab for paving the road.

After hearing the old man's excited voice, this person (should be a woman?) responded in a hoarse and neutral voice, "Is that right, Master." He seemed very calm and did not feel anything big. Then he put the firewood on his back and the hatchet in his hand on the ground, patted his slightly dirty hands, walked over with big strides, sat cross-legged and sat opposite the old man, picked up the kettle on the table, and gulped it without using a cup.

"I just came here and decided on a big deal. The deposit alone would be 100 Normankin. In other words, there would be 400 Normankins after completing the task. Then we can leave this ghost place, hahaha..." The old blind man laughed proudly.

"Ah..." After drinking all the pot of cold water, the young man moaned comfortably and said, "But the difficulty should be higher. After all, he is willing to make such a large number of guys." As she said this, she took the letter and started reading.

"So what? If the goal is not difficult, how can you show your skillful methods? Don't worry, good disciple, you are the top killer I trained. In this world, you can count those who can't assassinate successfully with one hand."

"Well," the young man agreed casually, then looked at the text, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the old man: "The text is Lithuanian...the goal is...the Emperor Norman?!"

At the end of reading, the young man couldn't help but shout out loud, looking very surprised.

"What? Are you saying that the client this time is Emperor Norman, or, or...?"

"The Norman Emperor was the target, and the client was Lithuanian. Well, maybe even Lithuanian Grand Duke Vitaus himself." The young man put down the letter and said in a deep voice.

"Oh, oh, it's really..." The old blind man suddenly fell into trouble. He frowned and opened his mouth, and closed it again. I don't know what to say.

"Emperor Norman, isn't Emperor Norman just fighting against the Lithuanians? No wonder they wanted to assassinate him. Well, I'll leave after lunch." After saying this, the young man put down his letter, and then looked at the old man's desire to speak but stopped and asked, "Is there anything wrong, Master?"

"You can't go this time." So the old man said, "We can't afford this deal."

"Why? Didn't you say that we can leave here as long as we receive this money?" the young man asked in confusion: "Or do you think I will fail?"

"Of course, ordinary people will not be able to defeat you, but I just said, good disciple, there are still a few people in this world that you can't assassinate, and Emperor Norman is one of them." The old blind man sighed and said, "This guy is very capable, with countless talented people around him. His minions and teeth are cruel and cunning, and he is not afraid of death. Back then, your master and my two tricks were picked by the leader of the assassin under his command. The assassin guild was also taken away by someone. Then he ran to this ghost place to hide his life."

"That's because you are old and dull." The young man snorted, seemingly disapproving.

"Why can't you understand the good words?!" The old blind man was a little angry: "Then Emperor Norman is not just the assassin leader Nemulis. Whether it is the guard knight in the open or the battlefield killer in the secret, they are not a good lamp. Although you are a good disciple, you are a limit to hitting three or five. If the other party rushed forward, you will die. I am still counting on you to retire. Don't let me give you a black-haired man..."

"What are you saying a disgusting thing?" At this time, such a shout came from the inner room. After that, the old lady who threatened the messenger with a dagger at the entrance of the valley walked out with a wooden basin. There were three bowls of oatmeal porridge, a few black bread and some steamed ones. I don't know what kind of animal meat it was.

"Don't be as good as him, granddaughter." The old lady put the wooden basin on the table, then sat on the other side, put the slightly more oatmeal porridge next to the young man. Then she hit the old blind man's hand, which was about to steal bread, and then turned around and snorted at the old blind man: "You dare to say this. I said I wanted you to surrender and ask you to surrender to the Norman Empire. At least your brand is worth some money. A handful of old bones can pave the way for our granddaughter. You are so good, you have to fight against others. What's the result? Didn't you hide in this ravine? You have to endure hardship with your children."

"Hahaha..." The old blind man was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed that he smirked and stopped talking.

"I still laugh! I'll make you laugh!!" Seeing the old blind man's response, the old lady became even more angry. She took the wooden spoon for serving rice and hit the old blind man in a scattered manner.

"Okay, grandma..." The young man immediately ran over to stop her grandma's atrocities: "Don't be angry with Master. After all, our killer guild has been passed down for generations. As soon as the Norman Assassins came, they would do nothing and let us move. Who can stand it?"

"That's it." The old woman sighed, then held the young man's hand: "But granddaughter, the fact is that we can't beat others. If you want me to say, don't do killers or something. Come out and find a good man to marry."

"I'm leaving, what should you and your master do?" said the young man.

"We are all old and can't live for many years." The old lady sighed and said.

"Grandma..." The young man was a little sad. He held her grandma's hand and there was a little tears in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, what are you doing when you say these useless things. Don't think about it anymore. Don't think about it anymore. Old man - put away the money well. Don't move it. I'll give it back to them when others come to ask again."
Chapter completed!