"You are now considered a public enemy of the whole continent." The black cat lay on the counter and shook his tail, looking at Le Jing gloatingly, "The killers of the whole continent will come to assassinate you one after another for the sake of a generous bounty. You are dead."

Le Jing was actually not too surprised to be wanted by the church and the whole mainland.

Napoleon once said: "There are only two kinds of powers in the world: sharp swords and thoughts. In the long run, sharp swords are always defeated by thoughts."

Le Jing never underestimated the terrible power of thought. Thoughts are the most terrifying weapon possessed by human beings. They are sharper than the sharpest weapon and stronger than the strongest shield. They can easily arm a weak man into a powerful warrior, and can also return an elderly man to the vitality of youth. People are powerful because of their thoughts and immortal because of their thoughts.

Therefore, rulers from ancient times to the present have more or less "educated the people" to the people. Having too many thoughtful people is not a good thing for the stability of the country.

Moreover, Le Jing was not worried about his life safety. First, Le Ling, who had sufficient energy, could help him defend against any malicious attacks.

Secondly...

He held his head up and looked at Victor with a smile: "Are you willing to give up?"

The black cat raised his head and admitted reluctantly: "I'm really reluctant to let it go. After all, you look so delicious." He looked at Le Jing intently and swallowed, "You're going to die anyway. Instead of being cheaper for others, it's better to let me eat you."

"I haven't lived enough yet, and I don't want to die yet." Le Jing smiled and scratched his chin. The black cat couldn't help but squint, and a comfortable purr came from his throat, and his voice was as soft as a cotton candy. "Then you can sign a contract with me. I protect you. Just give me your soul and ** after death."

Le Jing's hand movements attracted dissatisfaction in the black cat's throat. He quickly continued to give the cat's master Shunmao: "I think what you always want to eat is my soul?"

Even though the black cat's comfortable eyes narrowed into a slit, his pupils were still staring at Le Jing with mouthwateringness, and his nose was even more intoxicated by his hands: "The soul is a regular meal, the body is a dessert, each with its own delicacy."

Le Jing looked at the black cat who couldn't help but put his fingers into his mouth and chewed hard, and helplessly pulled his fingers out of its mouth.

His fingers were covered with cat saliva, and there was not even a tooth mark. He rubbed his black cat's smooth fur with disgust: "Didn't you know you can't eat me?"

Victor also knew this. Although this human was not fluctuating magic all over his body, it could make a strange defensive magic. No matter how Victor tried, he could not leave any wounds on him, which made Victor very frustrated.

So when it comes to the young man’s questioning, Black Cat Zhenzhen said: “It’s okay if you can’t eat it and taste it!”

Le Jing:...

A gentle knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door, "Please come in." Le Jing said, "The door is not locked."

The door was pushed open, and a strange man wrapped in a black cloak came from outside. The cloak was dirty and he looked like a dusty traveler.

"Welcome." Le Jing stood up and smiled friendly, "Is there anything I can help you?"

The traveler pulled down his cape and exposed a pale and young face. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, high nose and deep eyes, and typical Aryan racial characteristics. The only thing that exposed his alien identity was his sharp ears that did not belong to humans. Victor recognized his identity at a glance - a half-elf.

The half-elves looked down at the ground with expressionless face. I have to say that he has a pair of beautiful eyes, like the forest sweeping by the storm, with a thrilling greenness. However, so beautiful, the vibrant green cannot cover the deadness in his eyes, which makes him look weird and dissonant.

"Oriental?" he asked softly, his voice as if he was talking to himself.

"Yes, I am." Le Jing's voice seemed to scare him. He glanced at him in panic, glanced at Victor again, and muttered in a low voice: "Black Cat."

In the eyes of many Westerners, black cats are an unknown symbol. There is even a saying that if you see a black cat in the morning, you will be in trouble all day long.

Victor narrowed his eyes and stood up, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

Le Jing almost thought the traveler thought so, until the traveler raised his head again and asked softly: "Are you a black dragon?"

Le Jing was stunned for a moment, and was keenly caught by the traveler. He touched the corner of his mouth and showed a strange and stiff smile: "My name is Cairns." He said lightly: "I came here to kill you."

His eyebrows and eyes were calm and quiet. Even if he wanted to kill Le Jing, his eyes were still as dark as ever, and there was no hostility or murderous intent in it, as if he was just joking.

Le Jing looked at him curiously: "Are you a killer?"

Cairns thought about it, shook his head, and explained seriously: "They call me ghouls and murderers, so I shouldn't be a killer."

Hearing this answer, the young man was not afraid, but asked with interest: "Why are you called that? Is it because you killed many people?"

Keynes habitually lowered his eyes and replied well-behavedly: "I haven't counted it, probably killed a lot of people."

In Victor's opinion, this was undoubtedly an extremely ridiculous scene. The killer who came to hunt prey and exchanged peacefully with the prey. There was no tense and dangerous atmosphere between the two. Keynes had questions and answers to Le Jing's questions, and was well-behaved as if he was a primary school student who answered the teacher's questions. For Le Jing, a strange human, he would not be surprised by Victor. However, Cairns, who claimed to be coming to kill Le Jing, made Victor feel a subtle sense of dissonance.

If Victor hadn't smelled the thick and indelible smell of blood from this young man named Cairns, he might have really been deceived by the harmless appearance of other people and animals.

The harmless half-elves are filled with bloody smell that is even more intense than him, the demon from the abyss! His titles of ghouls and murderers are not worthy of fame. He dares to bet that he killed at least tens of thousands of people.

However……

Victor lay down again and yawned without interest.

He finally understood what this subtle sense of incongruity was.

This man has a soul that does not match his strength. His soul's light is weak and turbid, floating in a vain. He is simply two extremes and is the taste that Victor likes the least.

He shook his tail boredly, stood up, trying to jump off the counter and leave here, but his movements attracted Cairns' attention. The half-elf glanced at him, and in an instant, it was like a huge rock pressing on Victor. His body fell down from the counter and pressed against the ground with a protruding body.

He struggled desperately, but felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and his internal organs seemed to squeeze out from his body, and a scent of blood appeared in his throat. Since he became an adult, he had not been suppressed by such powerful strength for hundreds of years.

"You are not the mission target." Keynes said expressionlessly: "If you are good and don't move, then I won't kill you."

Victor slowly stretched his body obediently and stopped struggling. Sure enough, the pressure on his body was reduced, and he finally got the chance to breathe.

Hell! He got up in a mess and looked at this half-elf in surprise. With such a powerful force, is he the Elf King? Is it possible for a half-elf? But no matter what he is, Victor will not underestimate him. Although his soul is very weak, he is undoubtedly a strong man.

And here, Cairns asked Le Jing politely: "What kind of way do you want to die?"

Le Jing's expression was calm, as if she didn't see Victor's embarrassing appearance. She said in a casual tone that seemed to be chatting with a friend: "If possible, I prefer sea burial. Burning my body to ashes and then sprinkling it into the sea on a nice evening in the sunset is the most romantic thing I can think of."

Cairns thought for a while: "After I kill you, I can write your request on paper, and I hope your friends can meet your request."

Le Jing smiled and rejected his kindness: "Sorry, I don't have any plans to die yet."

"People always die." Keynes pulled out a sharp dagger from his sleeve unmoved, "I like you very much, so I will kill you by myself."

Le Jing blinked his eyes, and the next second the dagger in Cairns' hand had already been put on his neck. The cold touch was tightly attached to the skin, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He raised his head and realized that Cairns was half a head taller than him, probably because he was too thin, so he didn't look taller.

Keynes lowered his head, his eyes were dead, his mouth was curved straight, and his voice asked in a flat voice: "Do you have any last words?"

Although the knife had already been put on the neck of the Orient, his eyes were not as good as the fear and resentment that Keynes used to see in the eyes of the dead, but were filled with pity and ridicule.

"Why not be afraid?" he asked.

"It's so pitiful." said the young man.

A trace of nameless dark fire suddenly appeared in Keynes's heart.

He threatened to lower the dagger on the young man's neck and asked coldly: "What did you say?"

"I said, it's so pitiful." The young man's thorough and sharp eyes seemed to touch his soul through his body. "I don't even have self, you are just alive."

"This world does not belong to you."

"You are an out of place."

"You are a monster." The young man showed a beautiful smile, "It's a monster different from me."

Cairns' eyes widened, and his hand holding the dagger trembled for the first time.

Every saint has an ulterior motive, and every sinner has a pure and flawless future.

The young man stared at the half-elves who were shocked, and asked softly with a smile: "Do you want to stay here to work? I still lack a clerk."

I look forward to your future.
Chapter completed!