"What?" The master suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if he was jumping into the floating ice bay outside the window. He could hardly imagine that this sentence would be said by Richard. A twelve-year-old child, a child who was a little silent, but hardworking, hardworking and motivated, suddenly wanted to learn to kill someone?

Suddenly, every painting that Richard painted appeared in the master's mind. Thinking of the lines that hide infinite power, the master suddenly realized that he was wrong. The mistake was that he always treated Richard as an ordinary little boy. In the education system of the great human aristocrats, some twelve-year-old children were already very mature, and fifteen years old was the recognized standard of adulthood. Outside the active areas of humans, children from some orc tribes were considered adults at the age of six or seven.

Thinking of this, the master sat upright and asked seriously: "I do know someone you want to find. He is a real murder expert. But first I need to know why you want to learn to kill."

"Since the builder is the creator of war, only by learning to kill can one create a better builder knight." Richard said calmly.

Richard's answer made the master helpless again. After taking a few deep breaths, he barely calmed down his depression and said slowly: "A good reason sounds like it is true. But it doesn't matter, just have a reason that can be said. That person is Naya, but many years ago almost everyone called him "Disa Blade". You should be able to get what you want from him."

Richard nodded, saluted the master again with a correct attitude, and handed over a piece of paper.

The master thought it was another homework, but he didn't expect it to be a payment certificate signed by Richard. It confirmed that the master gave him the number of classes this month. Of course, most of the classes did not exist at all. However, with this document, the master could repay gold coins to Deep Blue, and the number of extra gold coins out of thin air reached 10,000, which was a number that he could not ignore. This process was also very safe, because the remuneration for individual classes was ultimately paid by the students, Deep Blue would settle the money to Richard. Since there was no damage to Deep Blue's finances, it would naturally not be investigated.

Seeing this payment certificate, the master's heart was once again confused. Is this a bribe?

"Richar!" The master called out to Little Richard who was about to leave, grabbed his messy hair and asked, "Why did you ask me for help?"

"Because it should be the easiest."

"What if I don't want to help you? Who would you look for?" The master was a little unwilling to give up.

"black gold."

The master suddenly realized that in Little Richard's mind, art-making and gold-playing people were equally unreliable, so he chose the breakthrough here. But he wanted to know another answer, so he shouted: "Hi! Little Richard, who will you go to in the end?"

Richard said without hesitation: "Those great magicians who only want to teach students!"

Late at night, Richard left the Deep Blue Main Tower and came to the annexed building complex commonly known as the edge area.

There are a large number of mages living in the main tower, and each mage needs at least twenty or thirty people to serve them directly or indirectly. Most of these people live in the edge areas, because the rent and land price of the deep blue main tower is not affordable by any magician below level ten, even a small house that can only have a bed.

The edge area is also divided into several different levels of areas according to the distance between it and the main tower. The circular area closest to the deep blue is home to a large number of mages, most of which are less than ten. They cannot afford to live in the deep blue, but they can barely settle down next to the deep blue.

Wrapped in a dark cloak, Richard traveled through several areas in a row and reached the outermost periphery of the edge area. Along the way, he felt various gazes, including arrogant level 8 mages, dark little people staring with malicious intentions, and more people were curious. Most of the people who wandered in the same area all day knew each other, or at least looked familiar, and strangers naturally attracted attention. The logo of a third-level magician in the corner of Richard's cloak avoided him a lot of trouble.

At the end of a dark and deserted alley, Richard stood in front of a dilapidated tavern. The wooden sign in the tavern had a big hole, and it could be seen that there was a half-naked figure of a woman imprinted on it, with a vulgar and clumsy painter. A few rays of dim lights emerged from the crack of the tavern door. It was very quiet inside, without noise or band, and there was only a pungent smell of alcohol.

It is winter now, and the cold is everywhere, and only the deep blue main tower remains warm under the action of magic, which will radiate to the inner ring of the edge area. This is one of the reasons for the high rents in the inner ring, and it is also the source of the heavy burden and arrogance of the residents of the inner ring. In this alley at the end of the edge area, the temperature is already very cold. Even if the self-heating facilities are opened, it is only a little warmer than outside. If the living temperature is to be reached, the tavern's monthly turnover cannot afford the energy consumption of a day.

So a little warmth is quite different in Richard's senses, but for most ordinary people, there is actually not much difference between minus thirty degrees and fifty degrees.

In this haunting weather, and in such a remote location, there are certainly no guests in the tavern.

Richard reached out and pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in.

The pub is not large in size, with only three tables placed. Behind the bar is a man of medium figure and ordinary appearance, with his semi-gray temples looking a little old.

At the table in the corner, two burly men with torn clothes were sitting lazily against the wall, drinking wine sips after sip. The wine smelled very strong, but the taste was very sniffy, and it must be quite cheap. The thing they put on the wine was a small plate of thin air-dried meat slices. I don’t know what kind of meat it was, but it looked completely dehydrated, which made people lose their appetite when they saw it. However, the two men carefully picked up a piece of meat, put it in their mouths, chewed it hard and wrote it down, and then they had to savor it aftertaste, so they could drink several large mouthfuls of bad wine. Just a small plate of wine and dishes seemed to be endless all night.

Richard looked around for a week and had already seen the situation in the tavern. The man behind the bar was washing the cup while glanced at Richard and said, "Little guy, didn't your mother tell you that you would be able to drink when you are an adult? Of course, if you have money, I don't mind pouring you two glasses."

Richard lifted the hood of his cloak and said, "I'm not here to drink, I want to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" The man behind the bar seemed to be interested.

"Disaster Blade." As soon as he said that, Richard suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and was frozen hard in an instant, and he could not move a single finger! Except for his head, his whole body seemed to be out of control. Moreover, the cold air was filled with all kinds of sharp pricks, as if there were millions of needles pricking his skin. This was the first time Richard knew the taste of murderous intent.

As the light stopped at the same time, the two men at the table stopped their movements. One was holding a wine glass to pour wine into their mouths, and the other was carefully carrying a thin and transparent piece of wind and flesh in mid-air. However, they obviously did not even move a finger like Richard. Although the movement was still, their eyes fell on Little Richard, and there was no unnecessary expression on their face.

The man behind the bar stopped wiping the wine glass, looked up at the dim candles swaying on the wall, and obviously fell into some memory. After a while, he came to his senses and looked at Richard, saying, "Disa Blade is my previous nickname. It has been a long time since I was not used. Now my name is Naya. If you can know about the Disaster Blade, then it is a friend. Although I am very curious, what a child who has not grown up has come here to do.

"I want to learn to kill." Richard's words have always been concise.

"Why?"

"Because I feel that maybe I will need to use it soon," Richard said.

Naya nodded, and did not ask about the reason, but said: "This is deep blue, even if it is just the outermost, it is also deep blue. So..."

"I have prepared the tuition fee," Richard said.

Naya grinned and smiled: "My courses are very expensive, and I need at least five hundred gold coins a day."

The murderous intent like an ice thorn disappeared with this smile.

Richard took out an exquisite enchanted leather purse, opened it, poured a pile of shiny gold coins on the bar, and said, "I prepared a thousand, so, teach me everything you know!"

Naya casually glanced at the piles of gold coins, smiled playfully, and said, "A child who is not yet adult, with so much money and ran to the old nest of a killer. Are you not afraid that I will swallow you directly? I know that it was probably the guy who likes to draw women the most to introduce you, but that guy is a cartilage and can't believe it at all. So, little guy, now you give me a reason, why shouldn't I kill you directly."

"Because I only brought today's gold coins."

Naya smiled even happier and said, "Smart kid! But it's better to give me some other reasons. Sometimes I do things for money, but sometimes I don't. So to be on the safe side, it's better not to guess whether I just want some money now."

Richard hesitated for a moment and said, "My name is Richard, Richard Archmond. My teacher is His Highness Su Helen, and my father is Gordon Archmond."

The smile on Naya's face suddenly stopped. He spitted thick phlegm on the ground and shouted at the two men at the table: "What do you think! Old guy!"

The man on the left put down his wine glass and said, "Those two are crazy! If you do something to Little Richard, even if you escape to hell, the guy Gotton will catch you, and then your Highness will make you regret why you are still alive for the next thousand years."

The man on the right put the romance back on the disc, looked at Little Richard, and said, "Don't you think this little guy is very interesting? Teaching such a little guy must have a sense of accomplishment, let alone making money! If you think you have too much money, just leave it to me. Anyway, the disaster blade was from more than ten years ago. Now God knows whether you can still play with the fast knife. And I am just short of money now!"

"Red beard, don't even think about it!" Naya roared, sweeping all the gold coins on the bar into his pocket, for fear that the slow movement would change again. After collecting the money, his eyes at Richard were finally slightly different. After pondering for a while, he said, "What I want to teach you is not only to kill people, but to destroy life. Let's start now."

In the early morning, Richard returned to his residential area. On the way to the bedroom, he saw the scarred steel doll again, with a round, unscathed head that was particularly conspicuous. Looking at the doll full of pain, Richard suddenly sighed and said to himself: "In the future... I won't need you again."

Richard and the doll passed by, drew a vague track with his left hand, rubbed the doll's neck, and then walked towards the bedroom.

With a bang, the doll's head silently escaped from its body, fell to the ground, and popped out far away. The incision on the neck was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was cut open by a sharp blade.
Chapter completed!