[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Miao Xuan: Unexpectedly, I still have the day to tell stories

Miao Xuan never thought of killing the third goal of this world.

This doesn't mean he doesn't want to kill Fenrir, but because Goal Three includes Fenrir and his alter ego, Tyr.

In this world where magic exists, two personalities born in the same living body have huge differences, not only the personality gap and memory division, but also the different eye and pupil colors.

Fenrir is tyrannical and cruel, killing hypocrisy, but Tyre is pure and kind, even his mind is only a child in his early ten years.

Miao Xuan didn't know much about dual personalities, but he guessed that the cause of this incident might be his unfortunate childhood. In the depths of Holder's memory, the child in the cage had divided himself into two parts before he appeared. The two halves, at that time they did not distinguish between priorities, they appeared in turn, like day and night.

As the child continued to grow up, Fenrir became the dominant step by step, while Tyr was suppressed and fell asleep, completely becoming a subsidiary.

Fenrir hates this weak self, he has always had the idea of ​​stripping Tire, but he never implemented it because of Miao Xuan.

The last time Tire appeared... Miao Xuan sighed softly, and looked at the... boy sitting on the edge of the bed who was sizing him up in surprise.

Tyr's expression looks so young and immature, even with Fenrir's face, he can't see the slightest sense of adulthood, his eyes are wide open, and there is a hint of fear in his blank expression: "Brother... Brother Fenrir, is he injured?"

For this child, Miao Xuan is his "brother", Fenrir is "Brother Fenrir", and as for his real blood brother, he is called "Big Brother".

Tier only vaguely knew that his blood brother died in an accident, and Miao Xuan never told him the truth.

"Fenrir... accidentally scratched." Miao Xuan casually gave a reason, and he helped the child wash off the blood on his body and bandaged the wound on his neck.

Tyre nodded obediently: "So that's it! How many years have I slept? My brother looks different from before!"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan forced a smile: "Two years."

Tire was silent, he looked up at Miao Xuan, his emerald green eyes sparkled, as if they were the clearest mirror in the world, able to reflect all the darkness in the world.

Such a thick blue color was engraved in Miao Xuan's memory once again.

"Two years..." Tyr's lips trembled, "Brother Fenrir...don't like me, right? Next time...will I just disappear?"

Miao Xuan sighed in his heart, he squatted down, and made his eyes level with Tire who was sitting: "Tyre, as long as I'm still here, I won't let you disappear."

A smile reappeared on the boy's face: "Thank you brother! Can you help me send a message to Brother Fenrir——I will be very good! Don't let me go."

Tire only has the mind and memory of a child, and the people he relies on most are his elder brother, eldest brother, and Fenrir. In his memory, Fenrir will always be the one who will protect him in the dark cage.

If the two personalities really start to be hostile, there is only one ending for Tire.

This time Fenrir woke Till up for a reason, and he will continue to suppress his sub-personality in the future. Miao Xuan doesn’t know how long Till will live—maybe before Fenrir’s death, he can only ten years old.

This time the child managed to wake up...

"Tier, go out for a walk with me?" Miao Xuan patted his head, "Go to some... places I still like?"

Those emerald green eyes immediately glowed with scorching brilliance, and a faint blush climbed onto the young man's face.

"Where are you going!" Till grabbed Miao Xuan's cuff excitedly, "But, is it possible? Will it bring trouble to my brother? Brother Fenrir doesn't want me to wander around, does he?"

Thinking about it this way, the child became nervous again: "Yes, or else I won't leave? My brother will stay with me... is that okay?"

Seeing the anxious eyes, Miao Xuan shook his head and laughed: "Come on, leave Fenrir alone—there is no place in this world that I cannot go to."

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San Souca, a border town near San Amber near the city walls.

San Souca is just beside St. Amber, they are next to each other, and they have been the same city of brothers for thousands of years.

St. Amber, however, was dying.

The bleak solar disk is lingering, and no one knows that it will fall. The people who live in the border town of San Souca are almost the same as the residents of San Amber, who have witnessed the gradual extinction of this brilliant solar disk.

A city wall separates them, life and death, despair and life before despair.

In the big cities of this world, the closer to the sun wheel, the better the location, but with such a little social status, no one would like to stay in the border town area, especially the border town area near St. Amber.

So this place has become a corner where fish and dragons are mixed together and filth is hidden.

This is an underground tavern.

It was not yet the busiest time, there were only a few people in this tavern, and the light was dim.

The people behind the tavern have a lot of backgrounds, so this small shop has established a firm foothold in the border city, receiving mercenaries, smugglers, fugitives, gamblers... It does not ask the life and identity of the visitors, but it is also extremely simple, and only provides hard Brown bread, sour ale, and roasted meat of unknown origin.

The bell on the wooden door rang a few times, and the alluring proprietress raised her eyelids boredly: "Hello, what would you like to drink?"

Two men dressed as mercenaries sat down at a small table in the corner. There were a hundred or ninety people dressed like this in a day, until one of them raised his hood and covered the upper half of his face.

The proprietress met his emerald green eyes, and the boredom on her face disappeared immediately. After a pretentious "Ouch", she walked over quickly and courteously: "So it's you! I haven't seen you for a long time, That's a good drink."

Speaking of this, the proprietress shifted her gaze to another mercenary: "This lord is really unfamiliar, why don't you have a drink too?"

The unfamiliar mercenary seemed to be stunned for a moment when he heard the words, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the sleeves of the people around him, and whispered: "Brother, I want to drink too."

The proprietress opened her eyes wide in surprise. She hadn't seen such an immature child for a long time. She couldn't help but looked at his face carefully and said with emotion: "What a handsome boy! He is indeed your brother, exactly the same green eyes!"

"Little brother, do you want to taste what it's like to be a real man?" The proprietress smiled coquettishly and squeezed her chest meaningfully.

Tilden blushed immediately, and he nervously tugged at Miao Xuan's sleeve: "Brother, brother!"

Miao Xuan couldn't help but laugh: "Madam, please don't tease this child."

"Oh, my lord, boys always grow up!" The landlady chuckled, gave Miao Xuan a coquettish look, and turned to serve the wine.

Seeing the plump back of the woman carrying the wine back and forth, Till moved closer to Miao Xuan and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what is that lady talking about?"

"It's nothing." Miao Xuan picked up two glasses of wine and sniffed each of them, "You can drink it, let's drink it—but the wine here doesn't taste good."

Till smiled shyly, obediently picked up the wine glass in front of him, and almost spat it out: "Ugh! It's so sour!"

Miao Xuan picked it up and took a sip. The familiar sour taste did not change at all, and he drank slowly with this glass of wine.

The first time Till left St. Amber was when everything was fresh. He followed Miao Xuan's example and drank a little bit of wine. His big emerald green eyes reflected the inside and outside of this underground tavern.

"Brother, so this is your favorite place?"

Miao Xuan: "After a while, there will be more and more people. It will be interesting to watch these people."

"Yeah!" Tyre nodded, almost flipped his hood off with an excessive arc, he thought he moved secretly, and rubbed against Miao Xuan.

In this dirty and messy tavern, the two watched people keep pushing out the door. Among them were smugglers, mercenaries, ordinary peasant craftsmen... Countless new faces, stale old stories .

Till had never seen so many people, and he asked everything from "how do farmers work their fields" and "who are the smugglers" to "do they like it here too?" Is brother Er the governor who controls everyone?"...

Miao Xuan answered all the questions one by one, his attitude was very serious, and he would not be perfunctory for these knowledge attempts.

Miao Xuan wouldn't get drunk, he just continued drinking one after another, while Till was still holding the original glass.

Slowly, as night fell, more and more people were free, and the tavern was finally filled with people of all kinds. In the dim light, there were all loud noises, and the aroma of poor-quality food mixed with a faint smell of blood and blood. There was a rancid smell, several fights broke out one after another, and they were quickly dealt with. The proprietress fluttered in the crowd like a butterfly, winking like silk.

Tyre was dazzled, this scene full of vitality is so attractive.

Miao Xuan understood how he felt. At this moment, he saw a person who opened the door holding a man with a semicircular musical instrument in his hands, and couldn't help but smile: "...it's a bard."

"Bard!" Tire had only seen this kind of person in books, and at this moment he looked at the door excitedly and expectantly.

For the border town area, bards are rare, and the noisy tavern has become quieter, and people are urging the man holding the piano, waiting for his songs to add to the fun.

The bard stopped talking nonsense, he immediately stood on the c seat in the center of the tavern, and gently plucked the strings.

Although not melodious but smooth singing voice spit out from his mouth, it is a poem praising the god of light for descending the sun wheel, and it is also the tune that all bards will know.

The proprietress was leaning against the counter, humming along with the singing, and the drinkers listened to the brilliant sun in the singing, and some men actually shed tears.

"Brother." Tyr suddenly asked softly, "Brother, is St. Amber's sun really about to set?"

Miao Xuan: "...Yes."

"Are they... are they crying because of this?" Tyr asked again.

Miao Xuan sighed: "Not only that, they are from the border town of Sansuka."

What I saw with my own eyes was the falling sun, the high walls blocked all the people who were eager to escape, and the smell of blood wafted from the wolf's teeth every day. At first, they were crying and begging, but now there is only endless silence.

The sun that is about to set is like death that does not know when it will come, and the terrifying death is approaching step by step-the lesson from the past is in front of you, but the border towns are full of people with no social status, they are destined to be killed. The first batch of sacrifices couldn't even deceive themselves by looking at the sun.

Rabbit dead and fox sad?Confused about the way forward?Are you glad?

Nobody knows.

Tyr understood a little bit: "Are they worried that Sansuka's sun disc will also fall?"

Miao Xuan drank all the wine in his hand: "Maybe."

The bard's song ended, he drank a glass of wine, and started the second song, this time he sang a song familiar to the masses of the people.

It is a tribute to several brave knights who have made great achievements in battle and put down the rebellion.

However, this song is not as popular as the first one, and the atmosphere in the tavern has gradually changed.

Tier noticed this sensitively, and he approached Miao Xuan nervously: "What's going on..."

Miao Xuan held the child down: "This song is singing the praises of the city in chaos. The city in war is Saint West Asia that once fell. The cause of the rebellion is that people on the outer wall want to enter the inner wall."

There was a terrible war broke out in Saint West Asia before its fall, and the nearby cities were almost overwhelmed by the rioters. Since then, in order to control the light line of defense, Saint Lumir established the profession of border governor to guard the line of defense.

In other words, the cities abandoned by the sun should be abandoned in the cultural cognition of this world.

The God of Light abandoned them.

The crying gradually stopped, and people's expressions gradually changed.

Finally, a man who was too drunk smashed the wine glass in his hand, and said madly: "Shut up! Don't sing about your female cousin! The God of Light blesses those knight masters but not me! Let him fall down this day!"

A new brawl broke out in an instant. The bard probably walked through many places, and even had a few hands. He quickly rushed behind the proprietress, and the messed-up man was thrown out immediately.

The brawl in the tavern was quickly stopped, but the environment here was no longer suitable for singing. The bard escaped in the blink of an eye, and no one knew how he escaped.

Miao Xuan could clearly see his escape route, but the singer had nothing to do with him, so he refilled another glass of wine.

The proprietress of this tavern didn't know his real identity, but every time Miao Xuan came here, he always spent a thousand cups without getting drunk and spent a lot of money, coupled with his good appearance, that's why he was especially favored by the proprietress.

Till also finished his own cup unconsciously.

But he didn't look so happy: "Brother, why... would someone want to make the sun fall?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Good question, your brother Fenrir's lifelong wish is the same.

"He is also a citizen of the light, right?" Tyre recalled the man who was thrown out, confused, "He has such brown hair and eyes, is there anyone who doesn't like the light?"

"No, it's not that he doesn't like light..." Miao Xuan sighed, "It's because of other reasons."

Tyre was still incredulous: "What?"

The answer this time made Miao Xuan hesitate for a long time: "I didn't understand these things before, but..."

He finally said, "Let me tell you a—well, story?"

"Once upon a time there was a world that was divided into two halves. The upper half had a sun that never set, while the lower half had no sun, no, no light."

"The two halves of the world were separated, and one day, a white divine bird was born in the upper half of the world."