Far away from the real world, hidden deep in a hidden forest, there is a castle called Demon-Slaying City.
The outside of the city wall is covered with coniferous pines that are tens of meters high. The thick pine leaves cover the sunlight outside, making the castle shrouded in darkness all year round, and everywhere exudes a damp and decaying smell.
There is a training ground in the castle, where dozens of children are holding various rare and unknown weapons, fighting, stabbing, and killing each other. All methods that can kill people are common here.
They sweated profusely and fought bravely, with blood splashing everywhere, and even the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.
They have no time to rest. Once they stop, they will face the danger of being killed by the other party. They must kill and commit endless violence, but they are frightened every night and are trapped in the fear of death.
They do not have the care of their parents, the company of their friends, or the laughter and laughter of childhood. All they have is training, training, and training day after day, and their bodies and minds have already fallen into hell.
And I was once one of them.
My name is Joanna, I am of Chinese and French descent, the housekeeper of the Demon City, and a female killer, also known as the "Ye Ji" of the tightrope.
That's right, Fumo City is a magical cave that cultivates killers. Children who are no more than fifteen years old are sent here. After rigorous training, they become killing machines and work hard to make money for the underworld organization Fumo Cult.
"Ah——" A wailing cry brought me back to my thoughts.
I looked down at everything in the training ground coldly, turning a deaf ear to the wails coming from the children's mouths. I have long been used to all this, and the sad and painful wails here have never stopped since I was a child.
I know that one day they will get through it, and even if they don't, it's better to die than stay here.
Because death is liberation for them.
"You bastard, come in!"
Reg's curses came from behind me, and I focused my eyes. When I looked back, my eyes had already fallen on a little boy. I knew without asking that he must be the unlucky kid newly brought back from the organization.
Most of the people brought here are distinguished nobles or young daughters, who were either exiled here by their families because of family feuds, or became orphans because their families were destroyed.
In short, everyone has a story of their own when they are still young.
However, the little boy in front of me is a little different. He has a delicate face that is rare among Asians. His skin is fair and he is clearly only eight or nine years old. However, his eyes are cold and his temperament is extraordinary. There is an air of warmth in his bones.
He should not be calm and collected at his age.
I was slightly startled, and suddenly I thought of him. The man named Lucifer used to be like the little boy in front of me when he was young, with a pair of cold eyes.
I asked casually, "What's his name? Which family does he belong to?"
"It seems to be called Rong Jue," Reg snorted coldly, "a child of the Rong family."
"The Rong family? That famous family of ghost doctors in the black market?" I frowned, looked at the boy again, and said to myself, "The leader is so brave, he actually treated the children from that kind of family.
Did you bring it?"
Reg glanced at me and suddenly changed the subject, "The leader asked you to find him."
My chest twitched violently, but I didn't dare to delay.
The closer I got to the door, the slower I slowed down. When I reached the door, my palms were soaked in sweat.
Yes, I'm... afraid of the man inside!
The Demon Subduing Cult, on the surface, is just an unknown church, but in fact it is the most powerful underworld killer organization in the world, and the man in this door is the feared underworld leader William!
In other words, he is the controller of the future destiny of the children outside.
"Since we're all at the door, why don't you come in?!" A cold and sinister voice came from inside.
My slightly drooped long eyelashes trembled slightly, and two seconds later I opened the door and walked in, "Master, are you looking for me?"
Inside, a huge crystal lamp hung from the ceiling and turned on the weak light, making the room seem to be covered with a hazy and mysterious net.
A man with dark brown straight hair was standing in front of the large desk. His hair was slightly long, dancing slightly arrogantly on the side of his face in the gentle breeze. From my angle, I could only see the hair.
His resolute brows, narrow and upward eyes, long eyelashes, thin and straight nose bridge, statuesque mandible, and slightly pursed thin lips are all revealed.
Just looking at the appearance, it is perfect.
His ink-colored ice arrow-like eyes struck me, and I froze on the spot, and my heart tightened. When I looked up again, he had already walked to my side. I trembled and whispered, "Leader..."
The next second, I felt a tightness in my waist, and I was forced to take several steps back until my back hit the cold wall. There was no way to retreat.
His tall figure blocked the light above me, and his deep black eyes looked at me, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
His hot breath floated on my cheeks, and I could feel his strong heartbeat, which made me feel a little moved. He was only two years older than me, but this feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.
I can't breathe.
I was forced to speak first, "Master, do you want some coffee?" If I didn't say something, I would be out of breath.
After five seconds, he released his hand expressionlessly, pointed his long and strong fingers at the desk, pursed his thin lips tightly, and said in a cold voice: "The pen is out of ink, go get the pen!"
I raised my eyes and met his eyes, which were a pair of bright and deep pool-like pupils, with a hint of coldness in them.
I felt a little nervous and said, "I'm sorry, it was my negligence. I'll get it right away!" After saying that, I turned around and walked away.
"Stop!" The chaotic and powerful male voice revealed a domineering and innate coldness and arrogance, low but so magnetic, "Stay!"
"...Yes!" I bit my lip. Although I was unwilling to do so, I didn't dare to disobey him.
The next second, he stretched out his big palm and wrapped it tightly around my waist. He walked quickly behind the desk. After pressing the hidden mechanism, the wall behind the desk slowly opened. Inside was a darkroom with a table in the middle.
There is a huge bed!
The moment I was dumped on the bed, I knew that something was not going well, very badly.
Sure enough, he pounced on me like a tiger, but kissed me very softly, making me want to resist, but I couldn't help but close my eyes.
After a long time, I finally freed up my hands and pushed him away with all my strength.
"William, have you forgotten something?" I called him by his name and said softly, "You and I, we are brother and sister...my mother and your father, I, we are..."
He suddenly opened his closed eyes and looked at me threateningly with cold, empty eyes.