Seven, seize the knife

"Silence," the leader said. "According to the laws of the dwarves, everything excavated from the ground, whether it is a natural heritage or a historical heritage, belongs to the excavator. Our ancestors once unearthed an entire vein of mithril and the grave of a dragon, yet we have not benefited from this significant discovery. We truly feel we have let our ancestors down."

Thank you

No! The shadow of the demon refused to fall with the corpse; instead, it twisted and stood up. "Damn humans!" it cursed. The shadow detached itself from between the wall and the corpse, took two steps forward, and extended its enormous claws towards Gene. Gene dodged and slashed fiercely, as if stabbing into the air, unable to inflict any harm on it, and retreated in fear.

The time has come, and I asked them what they were doing in Xiandu City, as the dwarven kingdom of Sobadin is located underground, quite far from Xiandu. Dwarves are usually preoccupied with extensive mining underground, busy smelting mithril and various magical metals, leaving them little time to visit humans. Generally speaking, it is humans who go to seek them out.

I rushed over like lightning and shouted, "Cut off his hand!"

It should be here. I pointed to a location on the blueprint, which was a basement labeled "treasure room." However, surrounding this area, the blueprint depicted a layer of diagonal lines and a layer of sand dots. It was later discovered that the diagonal lines represented steel pipes, while the sand dots were ground granite mixed with cement slurry.

I stood quietly in the shadows of the corridor, gazing at her figure, feeling deeply moved for the first time. Yes, this is Jean, with the justice she steadfastly upholds. Just because of this glimpse, I have no regrets about meeting her when I was six years old

It was only when I looked around that I discovered Jean had already collapsed on the ground. It turned out that she had removed the door panel to shield me from the impact of the detonator explosion, resulting in her hitting her head. A woman's physique is light, making her quite unsuitable for this kind of work

For many days, I have been observing the actions of Bishop Mandela, noting who has had contact with him. When he goes out, priests and monks surround him, making it difficult to approach. I find it hard to determine whether the Doomsday Blade is truly in his possession or if it is kept at his home.

Indeed, that item is unclean. Therefore, the Adventurers' Association instructed us to deliver it to the Cathedral of Light to see if it could be purified. However, after we handed it over to Cardinal Mandela, there was no further communication. He was solely intent on sending us back. He stated that the item originally belonged to the Church of Light, thus he refused to sign the transfer document from the Adventurers' Association and would not return the item to us.

Damn it! I cursed, they should have had the three dwarf brothers buy ten times the amount of explosives to blow this evil building to pieces. That said, I was not hallucinating; the image of the young maid was the result of the old butler's sorcery, and the price must have been the blood of an infant. The World-Ending Twin Blades were once the sacrificial vessels used by the demon Ryan to offer to the dark god. Could it be that Bishop Mandrake is studying this, even to the extent of killing infants?

I nodded slightly, watching that figure disappear into the Mandela Manor from a distance

"Bishop Mandela!" Jean exclaimed with a cry, raising the knife in her hand, "This is for those you have killed!"

On the third day, we finalized a plan. I would familiarize myself with the terrain of his house to determine the location of the treasure chamber. Then, the three brothers would dig a tunnel, starting from directly across his house, which I had conveniently rented. I hired a few temporary workers, brought in some bricks to stack in the yard, and scraped off the plaster from the walls to create the appearance of a major construction project. This way, if anyone heard the sound of pickaxes digging, it would not seem unusual.

When I was four years old, during a journey with my parents to the Eternal Life Forest, we were attacked by a frenzied wild bear. They both died, and my mother held me in her arms until her last breath. The bear, having committed such a brutal act, still intended to kill me. Fortunately, the fairies of the Eternal Life Forest passed by, and the bear fled. A fairy-like priestess bandaged my wounds with a roll of magical cloth. She said it was fabric woven from moonlight. She was so saddened by the fate of my parents and the tragedy that befell us that she nearly shed tears. Later, she told me that the wound on my body was corroded by dark forces, and only the moonlight cloth could expel the dark forces that were invading my soul

"But we took the risk, used half a ton of explosives, and got nothing!" Old Copperbeard exclaimed, wiping the froth of alcohol from his yellow beard, "Curse that red-clad bandit!"

There is pumpkin wine, and the progress is remarkably swift. The three dwarf brothers managed to dig down to the foundation of the Mandela estate in just two days. During these two days, I infiltrated the Mandela estate several times and stole the architectural blueprints from the architect's home

In the underground of this world, there is no place that dwarves cannot traverse. All we need to do is avoid blowing up the entire house along with its treasures

I have a vague feeling that Jean has been deceived. Yes, the intelligence officer who leaked information to Shanshan must have concealed a lot. Since he cannot obtain it himself, he has passed this hot potato to Jean. What is his intention? Does he hope to use the soul corruption of the World-Destroying Dual Blades to destroy Jean?

Cheers! That night we drank a lot, and I had plenty of wine. If it weren't for the expensive secret ingredients and the fact that this wine is not well-known at the moment, I would consider using it to make a fortune.

I cautiously climbed the stairs to the second floor, holding my breath to listen to the sounds inside. If Jean discovered that someone was following her, she would surely wait here and take the other person's life with a single strike, leaving me no chance to greet her, so I dared not stick my head out carelessly. In the silence, I heard a body slump to the ground, dragging across the floor, and the door closing, which only intensified my fear. Jean was a ruthless killer, yet she was the woman I had loved. In the silence, I heard a body slump to the ground, dragging across the floor, and the door closing, which only intensified my fear. Jean was a ruthless killer, yet she was the woman I had loved

I tightened my grip on the two knives again, making a few gestures, but the impulsive feeling I had earlier was gone. In its place was a wonderful sense of solidity, as if I had tamed a fierce dragon with iron chains, the other end of the chain firmly held in my hand. I wrapped the Twin Blades of Annihilation in cloth and placed them in Jean's hands, closing her fingers around them. Without bringing back the knives, she would surely be unable to report back. Originally, I intended to use the knives for killing, but upon seeing Jean, I couldn't help but want to give her everything I could.

"Not good." My heart sank; did Jean not know that what he held was the Twin Blades of Annihilation? Those who possess them cannot be killed. The earlier success was entirely due to Bishop Mandela being unable to move while fully focused on the ritual, and Jean's timing for the attack was impeccable. However, with the singular opportunity to sever Bishop Mandela's hands and seize the Twin Blades of Annihilation, Jean surprisingly did not take action.

A week later, I rented a house opposite Mandela Manor and began to observe the movements of a certain individual. He is a bishop. Bishop Mandela is the leader of the Scarlet Order, a prominent figure in the fight against dark forces. However, it is precisely such individuals who are more likely to be targeted and to fall from grace. This is because he not only understands darkness, but he is also compelled to engage with it.

In recent days, only one group of visitors has caught my attention: the three dwarf brothers, who are presumably miners. What kind of connection could three dwarf miners have with the bishop? Like other dwarves in this world, they are short in stature, have thick beards, are fond of drinking, excel at singing toasts, and their names are quite peculiar

That night, we drilled a hole outside Bishop Mandela's treasure room and buried the detonator. Then we pulled the fuse and prepared to ignite it. I was on the wall keeping watch, observing the movements around Mandela Manor. The gatekeeper had shown no concern for our actions, and everything was going smoothly. However, at the last moment, I saw a monk at the entrance suddenly let out a muffled groan and fall to the ground, seemingly struck by something like a poisoned dart. A familiar figure, dressed in dark clothing, nimbly ran past the corner of the wall and dragged the body into the bushes. Yet at the last moment, I saw the monk at the entrance suddenly let out a muffled groan and fall to the ground, seemingly struck by something like a poisoned dart. A familiar figure, dressed in dark clothing, nimbly ran past the corner of the wall and dragged the body into the bushes

They looked very regretful. The leader said, "While we were searching for the mithril mine, we accidentally blew open a hole, inside which were many ancient monks' corpses, probably around four to five hundred years old. Among them was a corpse holding a pair of daggers. What was it called..."

I have set my mind at ease. However, I still feel unable to face her

I did not utter this sentence

The three brothers echoed in unison.

They came with me to the pumpkin field, drunkenly asking where they could find some wine. I took them to pick pumpkins, where the large golden pumpkins in the rows looked like golden lanterns, the vines already beginning to wither. We selected three enormous pumpkins, each about the size of half a tabletop. I instructed them to carefully place the pumpkins on the stool, and they asked, "What about the wine?"

Jean quickly ascended the stairs and disappeared on the third floor, prompting me to cautiously enter the corridor from the balcony. It was strange; I had clearly seen her kill a young and beautiful maid, yet the body on the floor was that of an elderly woman. She held a set of room keys in her hand, suggesting she was actually a housekeeper. Which room was she headed to? Jean had forgotten to drag her body into a room to hide it. I opened a door at random, intending to drag the body inside, but I gasped in shock. Which room was she headed to? Jean had forgotten to drag her body into a room to hide it. I opened a door at random, intending to drag the body inside, but I gasped in shock

I long to shout her name, but I lack the courage. She is very likely to kill me. Assassins who carry out tasks are merciless, and she has no affection left for me, just as I have no hope left for her. Five years have passed, and I must admit that I betrayed her, and then faced retribution. I am no longer qualified to confront her; what I desire is revenge

The second child exclaimed, "He is a big liar!" along with the third child.

They are currently very frustrated. I went to the tavern pretending to treat them to drinks, and they quickly joined me. Shanshan gave me a bottle of hangover remedy, which I took, and the alcohol felt no different from plain water once it reached my stomach

This is troublesome; this place is even more terrifying than I had imagined

She remained in a coma, and I could not help but hold her in my arms. This might be my only chance to embrace her like this. I gently pulled down her veil, and despite the bloody battle, the corners of her mouth were smiling, as if she were asleep. She was so strong, yet so innocent. After all, she was only eighteen, the age that everyone envies.

As for that pair of blades, I believe purification is unnecessary. After purification, they would merely be ordinary knives, and what significance would their existence hold then? I showed them the bandage in my hand, which emitted a hazy glow under the moonlight. "I have a method to wield the world-destroying dual blades without being tainted. However, I hope you will lend me the knives for my use. I will sign a contract stating that this great discovery belongs to the Copperbeard Brothers and must be returned after my death."

Drank too much, unable to stand up

I felt my palms sweating as I cautiously followed behind her. I did not dare to get too close; Jean's range of vigilance was much wider than that of an ordinary assassin. I could only move from over fifty meters away when she was focused on her target. It was only when she entered the balcony on the second floor that I dared to cross the lawn

Uh. I am sweating; their tendency towards violence is truly severe. I never even thought about killing anyone. I said: "There is no need to be so intense. Let's go empty his house."

Is that really Jean, the Jean I know?

I followed the corpse all the way, feeling increasingly uneasy. Jean became more and more agitated; she no longer concealed the corpse and even stopped hiding her whereabouts. However, in the end, she managed to control her emotions and stood in front of the main gate. Two guards lay slumped on either side of her body, and as she released her grip on their hair, the corpse silently slid to the ground

Good idea

Run! I pulled out a bundle of detonators, lit one, and threw it over.

That afternoon, they moved a large box from the Adventurers' Association branch in Xiandu. Upon opening it, they found several black saws and chisels, along with a large number of red detonators marked with danger signs

I asked, "Can that roll of cloth really be given to me?"

At that moment, a loud bang and the sound of *books* came from below, causing the entire building to shake violently twice. The three dwarf brothers had begun to blow up the treasure vault, and Bishop Mandrake fell down again, knocking over the candles on the ground. The black flames ignited the blood on the floor, and I knew the opportunity would not come again

However, I have already chosen revenge

"If you don't return in half an hour, we will take action," said the person biting a large copper pipe.

Lacking this. I gave each of them a long silk stocking that I got from Shanshan, and they put it on their heads

Since Bishop Mandela has acted in bad faith, you should receive adequate compensation from him, as is due to adventurers

I removed the bandage that Shan Shan had wrapped around my hand and carefully re-wrapped the handle of the knife. The moon cloth seemed to be constricted by the engulfing darkness, reacting by tightening firmly around the handle, ultimately merging with it.

Oh dear, oh dear, remind him to say: "The world-destroying double-edged sword"

However, in reality, there is a way; I possess a treasure.

In the corridor, there was a flickering candlelight. I peered through the crack of the balcony door and saw a young and beautiful maid, lifting her skirt and carrying a lamp as she approached. Suddenly, Jean emerged from the darkness, swiftly slicing the maid's throat with a knife, catching the falling oil lamp in his hand and gently blowing it out. Blood gushed from the maid's throat as Jean grabbed her hair and laid her body down. The corridor was plunged back into darkness, leaving me frozen in shock. Blood gushed from the maid's throat as Jean grabbed her hair and laid her body down. The corridor was plunged back into darkness, leaving me frozen in shock

The eldest is called Yi Yao Yi Yao Yi · Tong Xu, the second is called Ai Yao Ai Yao Ai · Tong Xu, and the third is called Hei Yao Hei Yao Hei · Tong Xu

Her figure, her movements, even after many years apart, I can still recognize it is her. Shanshan mentioned that the military intelligence agency has already intervened in this matter. Could it be that the person sent to handle this issue now is her

Gene kicked open the door with one foot, the blade in his hand glinting.

I greatly admire her. I will never forget her beautiful smile for the rest of my life. Since then, I have been determined to study medicine and become a medical officer. That roll of bandage is my treasure; I keep it at the bottom of my first aid kit to inspire me. Over the years, the lives I have saved are comparable to those taken by the demon Ryan with his double-edged blade, so I am confident that if you wrap that cloth around the hilt of the knife, darkness will not be able to control you

"Listen to me." I placed one foot on the table, "The treasure should belong to those who have labored for it."

"Fool." Bishop Mandela, blood streaming from his mouth, exclaimed in fear, "To combat darkness, one must first master it. A small sacrifice can prevent the spread of darkness. By disrupting my ritual, you will instead invite the demons into this world"

"Silence." Jean withdrew the knife from his vest, causing him to tremble and fall to his knees. Jean flicked the blood droplets from the blade and coldly said, "Go and apologize to those who died unjustly!"

I placed a wine barrel under the pumpkin and made a small hole at the bottom of the pumpkin with a knife, allowing the wine to flow out from inside the pumpkin, filling the air with its fragrant aroma

Bishop Mandela knelt on the ground, beginning to laugh maniacally. His voice gradually changed in his throat, becoming unrecognizable as human, a heavy and malevolent sound echoing through the corridor. The magic circle on the ground erupted with fierce electric light, startling Gene, while the surrounding candle flames turned into black fire. The chaotic shadows of the candles on the walls converged, forming a gigantic figure of a goat-headed demon. It was General Ryan, the demon of Sartre! The magic circle on the ground erupted with fierce electric light, startling Gene, while the surrounding candle flames turned into black fire. The chaotic shadows of the candles on the walls converged, forming a gigantic figure of a goat-headed demon. It was General Ryan, the demon of Sartre!

She did not head straight for her target; instead, she killed as many people as possible, moving from one room to the next, slaughtering nearly everyone. Did she truly have sufficient reason to take the lives of those individuals, or was it merely to follow orders from her superiors? If it were me, I could not do it. I have never killed a single person. Although I have always aspired to be an assassin, I would think of the families of the deceased, even though I was not the one who killed them

The flickering candlelight elongated her shadow, casting bizarre patterns on the wall. The monks shouted as they raised their knives, charging at her with fierce intent, yet one by one they fell beneath her blade. A flash of black lightning streaked by, and Jean let out a muffled grunt as her body was hurled against the wall. However, in an instant, her figure soared like a swallow, proud and free, weaving through the chaos. Countless sparks of electricity and the shadows of death conjured by dark magic fell behind her; she was the solitary swallow, poised to determine the outcome in a heartbeat. Amidst the chaotic candlelight on the wall, her knife had already plunged into the back of Bishop Mandrake.

I am not foolish either; he leaked the secret to me simply because he wanted to obtain the Doomsday Twin Blades for himself. I understand what those daggers mean to assassins; they are all crazily eager to possess them. So I told him, there is no way. There are things that even the Holy See cannot purify, and I am powerless. I am merely a medical officer

The three brothers laughed wildly, saying, "This is not a problem"

Shan Shan told me: "Bishop Mandela has changed. He has become increasingly enigmatic, and I suspect he is studying black magic. I even suspect he is connected to the recent cases of missing infants. While I was treating his priest, I unexpectedly discovered that it was a wound filled with dark power. A few days later, that priest died. His body became desiccated in the morgue, and to avoid causing panic, the church sealed off the news. What is worse is that he did not disclose the circumstances. As the coroner, I submitted a report regarding the depth and width of the wound, as well as the time reaction of the dark spread. It was not the cathedral that came to inquire about this report, but the intelligence agency. His body became desiccated in the morgue, and to avoid causing panic, the church sealed off the news. What is worse is that he did not disclose the circumstances. As the coroner, I submitted a report regarding the depth and width of the wound, as well as the time reaction of the dark spread. It was not the cathedral that came to inquire about this report, but the intelligence agency.

Hearing my voice, Jean was unable to speak in time. We passed by Bishop Mandela, one to the left and one to the right, crossing each other as the daggers were drawn. In the darkness, the darkest place was his hand holding the world-ending double blades. The arcs of light raised by the knife blades flashed by, and his hands broke in the wind, dropping the two knives to the ground. The two hands attached to the knife handles instantly became withered, even the blood was drained. He let out a moan, but the sound seemed to shrink, condensing into a mass as the blood dried up. The arcs of light raised by the knife blades flashed by, and his hands broke in the wind, dropping the two knives to the ground. The two hands attached to the knife handles instantly became withered, even the blood was drained. He let out a moan, but the sound seemed to shrink, condensing into a mass as the blood dried up.

They have already taken over this matter. The seriousness of the situation prompted the Pope to decide to let it go, in order to prevent the spread of dark forces that could continue to affect the Holy See. I did not wish to know, but that intelligence officer, with a lecherous look, took the initiative to tell me everything he knew. I do not know his name, and he has not appeared again. However, he mentioned that it was the World-Ending Double-Edged Sword, and then asked me if there was a way to block the corruption of darkness, so that the World-Ending Double-Edged Sword could be used by mortals.

In the evening, I invited them to my home to continue drinking, as I have a type of sweet and strong liquor that cannot be found elsewhere, pumpkin wine. Speaking of which, this is a secret recipe unique to my family. When I was young, my father often made it, and fortunately, I learned that secret recipe. The process is actually quite simple: select a suitable pumpkin, drill two small deep holes near the stem, then pour the fermentation agent into the holes, and seal them with wet clay. Let it bask in the sun and soak in the dew; if the weather cooperates, after about ten to eight days of fermentation, the wine is ready. The process is actually quite simple: select a suitable pumpkin, drill two small deep holes near the stem, then pour the fermentation agent into the holes, and seal them with wet clay. Let it bask in the sun and soak in the dew; if the weather cooperates, after about ten to eight days of fermentation, the wine is ready.

In the room, there were two black-clad priests, both lying on the floor with their throats cut, blood pooling around them. This was not what was terrifying; what was truly frightening was the many cages hanging in the room, one of which contained a white, tender infant. I rushed over and touched the baby's foot; it was a girl, still alive, but had consumed alcohol or something similar, sleeping very soundly. I suddenly recalled what Shanshan had said: "I suspect Bishop Mandela is studying dark magic, and I even suspect he is related to the recent cases of missing infants." I rushed over and touched the baby's foot; it was a girl, still alive, but had consumed alcohol or something similar, sleeping very soundly. I suddenly recalled what Shanshan had said: "I suspect Bishop Mandela is studying dark magic, and I even suspect he is related to the recent cases of missing infants."

Wait! I hurriedly gestured to the three brothers, "I will go take a look"

"That settles it, tomorrow we will empty his house." The three brothers raised their glasses together, "Cheers!"

I nodded slightly, and it was very likely that the three drunken dwarf miners would handle the matter. However, I was also full of confidence in their skills. The treasure chamber has a heavy iron door, which can only be opened with the unique key of Bishop Mandrake. However, if a brick is propped up inside, even Bishop Mandrake's precious key will not be able to open it. As long as we are fast enough, we can empty the treasure chamber of all its contents and then make our escape. However, if a brick is propped up inside, even Bishop Mandrake's precious key will not be able to open it. As long as we are fast enough, we can empty the treasure chamber of all its contents and then make our escape

Bishop Mandela's eyes emitted a terrifying green light, and the wound piercing through his chest was rapidly healing. A low growl emanated from his throat as he rose from the ground, his knees making a "crackling" sound, joints bending backward and twisting forward, resembling the hind legs of a goat. The surrounding light quickly dimmed, as if being consumed by something. His skull swelled, his face contorted, and a pair of goat horns sprouted, his body gradually enveloped by black mist. The surrounding light quickly dimmed, as if being consumed by something. His skull swelled, his face contorted, and a pair of goat horns sprouted, his body gradually enveloped by black mist

Jian's movements were swift, ruthless, and flawless. She knew Mandela Manor better than I did, and her objective was clearly the Annihilation Twin Blades. However, unlike me, she was there to kill. Without orders from the intelligence agency, she would not act so recklessly. Her speed was astonishing; she was intimately familiar with the positions of every guard. In just five minutes, she had already killed four stationed monks, crossed a one-hundred-meter lawn, and climbed onto the second-floor balcony. Not a single victim made a sound, and she had hidden the bodies away.

Jean could kill almost anyone with a single stroke, and some didn't even require a blade. She headed straight for the top floor, and by the time she entered the final room, she had already killed more than forty people. The victims were unaware of the approach of death until the very end; Jean loathed them deeply and struck without mercy. The elite monks of the Cardinal fell silently like straw beneath her blade

I returned to that room and exerted great effort to find one of the Doomsday Twin Blades beneath the dilapidated wall. I then went to the lawn and, after much difficulty, found the other blade. Merely holding them evokes a bloodthirsty impulse, compelling one to become frenzied. The darkness coalesces into raw power, making you want to raise the blade in worship.

With a thunderous sound, the shadow was shattered along with the window by the shockwave, and Bishop Mandela's piano flew onto the lawn. Gene and I rolled to the other end of the corridor, nearly being thrown out from there. A heavy door panel pressed down on me, and I exerted considerable effort to kick it open.

The three dwarf brothers gave me a gas mask, along with a miner's helmet. They said, "What else do we need?"

Indeed! The three brothers, filled with righteous indignation, roared in unison, "Kill him with a pickaxe!"

God! they exclaimed together. That is pure spirits! It has a bit of sweetness to it. They rushed over, almost burying their heads in the barrel, and no one could pull them away. I laughed heartily and took out some giant beer mugs, which finally calmed them down

Shan Shan said: "It is already in your hands."

Two bewildered monks, with their throats slit, clutched their necks as they fell to the ground in front of her, spinning around. Blood dripped from Jean's knife. Bishop Mandela held two daggers swirling with dark energy, while at his feet lay a pregnant woman, gazing at her with an entranced expression. Surrounding them were candles, inscribed with patterns I could not comprehend

Because I have nothing to repay her with

Sleep the next day

We take turns dancing on the table; after all, my table isn't worth much, so if it collapses, it collapses. Yet, miraculously, it did not collapse. We held hands and danced and sang together in the yard, singing "One ya ma, one ya ma, one ya ma one ... ..." They said that if there is a younger sister, she must marry me.

The laws of the dwarves are truly excellent I said

It is easy to say, but in practice, it is quite difficult, especially when the alcohol content is strong. Without my family's unique secret recipe, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this. Even with the secret recipe, the best pumpkin wine can only be enjoyed during the pumpkin harvest season throughout the year. Without good vessels, it is very challenging to cellar the wine.

Their names remind me of the tune of a song: "One ya ma, one ya ma, one ya ma..." It is indeed very memorable

The sacrificed pregnant woman lay in the center of the magic circle, continuously caressing her body, emitting a soul-stirring moan. Suddenly, her face aged, and her body deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon, as if the flesh and blood were being drained. The only part that remained swollen was her distended abdomen, which burst open at that moment, splattering black blood and plasma everywhere

That is a hall on the top floor where Bishop Mandela is located. Candlelight seeps through the crack of the door, accompanied by indistinct chanting, suggesting that many people are engaged in some kind of ceremony

That is Jean