I, who was killing God, became a knife crusher

Tisser opened his mouth to answer.

"As long as there is one, we can blame it on this type of assassin."

Moyin said with a smile.

He has no psychological burden at all for letting people who kill innocent people take the blame. These people deserve it.

"Okay, you will be responsible for covering up the truth, and I will be responsible for killing the head of the Haitel family. I want to chop off his head, right?"

Tisser asked.

"Well, use the axe in this prop box. Then put the opponent's head in the prop box and send it to Dratson. Then the head can serve as a warning to Dratson not to have any evil thoughts."

Moyin took out a prop box that had been prepared and handed it to Tisser.

"I understand."

Tisser nodded slightly.

"After you succeed, I will take the initiative to expose myself to give the guards the illusion that an adult male assassinated their patriarch."

Moyin continued to say that this was also the reason why he came here specially this time.

Chapter 1286 This little box is your eternal home.

"The fraud was so flawless that I don't know whether to praise you or what."

Tisser said somewhat helplessly.

After she succeeded, Moyin deliberately revealed the presence of an adult, which naturally could better clear her suspicion. However, she felt a little regretful that such keen insight and consideration were actually used in such a matter.

"I think I should be praised for that, right? I'm not the only one who has done a perfect job in forgery. I've also tried to do a perfect job in other things as well."

Moyin explained with a smile.

"That does seem like it could be complimented, but unfortunately I don't know how to compliment others. I'm really sorry."

Tisser said frankly.

"There's no need to apologize. After all, everyone has different personalities. When you hear shouting outside, sneak out of the room. I'll lead the Haitel family to the East City District and get rid of them. If we meet up, we can meet up near the underground sewer."

Moyin suggested.

"Ok."

Tisser nodded slightly, and then the two of them stopped talking, quickened their pace and headed quickly for the territory of the Haitel family.

Half an hour later.

Tisser easily sneaked into the room of the head of the Haiter family with the various assassin's inherent skills given to her by the Assassin's Blessing. At this time, the pot-bellied Haiter Medjed was lying on the luxurious bed with his legs spread out and snoring, and he didn't notice that the tip of the Grim Reaper's scythe had already come to him.

Tisser did not waste any time and immediately took out a hand axe from the prop box given by Moyin. Then, with a flash of cold light, under the effect of the assassin's throat-slitting, Medjay's head and body were separated in his sleep. Tisser grabbed Medjay's yellow hair and threw him into the prop box, then hid in the shadows patiently and waited for Moyin's signal.

A few minutes later, a loud and energetic shout was heard from outside.

"Stop! Don't run! Who are you?"

Then there was a whoosh sound and the guards' screams.

With Tisser's protective skill, he immediately determined that it was Moyin who threw some hidden weapon and injured the guard.

"There's an assassin! Someone come quickly!"

The injured guard screamed miserably, and all the guards in charge of the night watch immediately chased in the direction of Moyin, while Tisser took this opportunity to quietly leave Haiter's mansion.

Moyin and the guards of the Haitel family ran for more than ten kilometers. The guards were exhausted and leaned against the wall of a building, gasping for breath.

In terms of physical strength, they naturally could not compare with Moyin, so they unsurprisingly lost Moyin as their tracking target.

At this time, the Heiter Mansion fell into a very strange silence.

Many of the guards in charge of the daytime were also awakened by the howling of the guard who was attacked by Moyin, but Moyin had already run away and they had no time to chase him, so they ran over to check on the safety of the important figures of the Haitel family.

Unexpectedly, there was only a body left in the room. The owner of the house, Haitel Meijed, had been killed!!!

Now these guards are in big trouble.

The lord of Hidelt City had a very good relationship with Haitel Medjed. Now Haitel Medjed was assassinated for unknown reasons, even under their protection...

If the assassin could be caught, there would be someone to take the blame and it would help to quell the anger of some of the lords.

But if the people who chased after him failed to catch the assassin, they would have to bear very serious responsibility and all the lord's anger.

And the level of this assassin must be very high.

If this assassin had a low level of protection but succeeded in assassinating Haitel Medjed, then all of them would be judged as incompetent people, and it would be difficult for them to make a name for themselves in the future. They might even be suspected of colluding with the murderer and be questioned.

But if the assassin was very powerful, then it would be impossible to even catch him. After all, the guards who chased him out were about the same strength as them. The highest was a night captain who was a C-level guard. He might be able to catch a B-level assassin with the advantage in numbers, but it would be difficult to successfully capture an assassin above that.

So these guards hoped that the assassin who assassinated Medjed was a powerful assassin, but at the same time they hoped that he was not that powerful.

Considering that they would definitely be questioned if they reported the matter to the lord now, the guards did not go to the lord's mansion immediately.

After all, their best friend was killed and they were woken up from their sleep. These two kinds of anger combined could easily lead to them being sentenced to beheading on the spot.

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At dawn, Dratson woke up from his sleep, stretched, and then tried to get up from the bed, but he immediately realized that something was wrong.

A small prop box was placed neatly on his bedside table.

He was pretty sure there was nothing on his bedside table last night.

But with his vigilance, he actually didn't notice anything? Doesn't that mean... if the person who sent this box wanted to kill him... he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

A chill ran up Dratson's spine, and then he slowly reached out and grabbed the prop box.

Opening the prop box and looking at Medjed's head and the hatchet whose blood had already cooled, Dratson felt a mixture of worry and joy.

He was happy, of course, because the mastermind of the forces opposing him in the city of Hidelt had been eradicated, and his forces would have more room for development in the future.

What worried him was that Tisser's strength was so strong that if she could send this prop box to his bedside table, she could also stuff his head into the prop box.

It seems that we must never conflict with Team Elle no matter what.

On the other hand, the death of Haitel Medjed will definitely cause an uproar in the city of Hidelt, and the lord will certainly not sit idly by. At that time, he, the enemy of the Haitel family, will definitely be suspected, so the tool box on hand must be properly handled.

Although Moyin sent this thing to him and it made him feel relieved to see the head of his former enemy, it was not easy for him to deal with this thing.

Considering the seriousness of the matter, Dratson put the prop box in his arms. He had to do this alone and could not let any of his confidants be responsible.

After all, the more people who know, the greater the risk of exposure.

Carrying Medjed's head to the depths of the underground sewer, Dratson took out a hammer that he usually used to torture traitors and quickly smashed Medjed's head. The smell of blood and flesh immediately attracted a lot of rats. Watching the rats start to gnaw on the flesh, Dratson turned around and left with satisfaction.

Chapter 1287 Moli: I want them to die!

Early in the morning, looking at the table filled with all kinds of delicious food, Moli, who was wearing a cute dress, didn't know what to say.

For the first time since I was born, I had food to eat as soon as I woke up! It was such a luxurious feast, and I was wearing cute clothes, and I didn't have to be beaten! I was so happy!

"Morning, Xiaoli."

Moyin came out of the kitchen carrying a platter of cold dishes and greeted Moli.

"Good morning! Brother Moyin!"

"How did you sleep last night?"

Moyin put down the platter of cold dishes, pulled a chair and sat at the dining table and asked with a smile.

"The bed was very soft and quiet. There was no smell of alcohol or excrement. I didn't have to worry about being beaten in the middle of my sleep. I slept very peacefully!"

Moli showed a full-of-energy smile, and the previous dejection had now disappeared a lot.

"That's good. By the way, what do you think of your asshole parents?"

Mo Yin asked.

"Can I...can I tell the truth?"

Moli hesitated for a moment, then asked hesitantly.

"Of course, I want to hear the truth, too."

Mo Yin said gently.

"I want them to die! They have always wanted me dead, but they kept me alive until today because my death would cause them trouble. Every time I eat, they keep saying they want to starve me to death, and they beat me when they are drunk. I hate them."

An expression of resentment appeared on Moli's little face, and she was obviously very resentful towards her parents.

"Is that so? Let's go kill them together tonight. Do you want to do it yourself?"

Moyin suggested this. He had no intention of letting go of the parents who abused Moli. He asked this question only because he was considering whether Moli wanted to take revenge on her parents personally.

"I do want to kill him, but won't it cause trouble for you, Brother Moyin? If someone dies, it seems someone will come to investigate."

Moli asked with some concern.

Her parents did not kill her with a knife because they were afraid of being investigated.

Moyin was so good to her, and she didn't want to cause much trouble to Moyin just for the sake of momentary pleasure.

"Hahaha, there won't be any trouble. I'm different from that pair of losers. I've killed so many people. Besides, as long as we're not discovered, others won't be able to investigate."

"Let's go together to kill that bastard couple tonight!"

Moli said with shining eyes that she had been abused by that couple ever since she could remember, so naturally she had harbored resentment towards them for a long time. Now that Moyin suggested that they go together to kill that couple at night, she couldn't agree more.

"Row."

"Ah, you two are going to sneak out tonight and not take me with you! That's too much."