Are you new?" The old assassin looked at the masked boy beside him and frowned. Young crazy nod: "elder not kui is elder, memory super strong! There are more than three hundred people in this assassin's convention, and everyone wears a mask, and you can even recognize me as a newcomer." "I never saw a veteran put such a big diamond in a mask," said the old assassin, reaching up to pull one off and weighing it. "Full, too ostentative." "Really?" The boy paused. "The only people who come here are the 500 or so assassins from the guild," the old man said, throwing the diamond back at the boy. "You're lucky you haven't been caught for being so stupid." The young man came to his senses, hastily pulled out a dozen diamonds from the mask, put them into the hands of the old assassin, and whispered: "Master!" The old assassin was choked: "You don't scream." The youth pulled down more than 20 diamonds, close to the old assassin: "You accept me as an apprentice!" The old assassin twitched his eyes and looked away. The young man cut off the rest of the diamonds and stuffed them into the hands of the old assassin: "If you do not take them, I will depend on you!" "Collect collect," the old assassin's scalp is tingling, "you first block the hole on the mask with diamonds, MY tryptophobia is about to attack." The boy became the apprentice of the old assassin. What the old assassin didn't know was that it wasn't luck that kept the young man from getting caught, but that the assassin was his part-time job. Normally, he is known as prince, first in line to the next emperor. And the reason why the boy is in the top 500 of the Assassin's Guild, is because he takes orders, he is willing to pay a huge percentage, for himself. Personally assassinate corrupt officials, then throw the pot to the assassin's union, and finally secretly cancel the assassin's wanted, this kind of thing the boy did at least a dozen times, his father is a bad king, there are plenty of people around to kill. Until the last mission, the boy almost died at the hands of the right. He was not a crafty sycophant, and he was even young and promising. However, he did nothing while watching clowns do nothing. On the other hand, he built up troops, respected himself and made friends, and already controlled most of the royal power. Anyone but the old king could see that he was waiting for an opportunity to usurp the regent. After that day, the young man learned his skills with the old assassin every day. In fact, the old assassin is still less than two years away from being confused, just at the peak, he taught the young stronger assassination skills, taught him faster body skills, also taught him to be careful, do not fully trust anyone, do not take off the mask, do not expose their true identity with anyone; When performing the task, the hand must be ruthless, can stab a knife to stab more than one knife, be sure to ensure that the target of the assassination has no possibility of counterattack; He also taught him to be calm at all times, at all times, to make sure that his emotions do not fluctuate too much. The boy learned quickly, and a year later his rank rose to more than 200 in the Assassin's Convention, and a year later he was already ranked among the top 30 in the assassin's guild. During this period, the boy gave himself more than 70 single assassination of the right phase of the task, all ended in failure. Finally, another year passed and the boy became the second assassin in the assassin's union. At this time, he learned that his master was the number one assassin in the assassin's union and also sat at the head of the president. The day after the meeting of assassins, the emperor died, and within a matter of hours, the right prime minister had cleared away all political opponents who had a chance to stand in his way, whether they were other ministers or other sons of the emperor. That night, the boy with the determination to die, crept into the right phase of the mansion. Perhaps thinking that he was done, Righty drank so much that day that he didn't notice when the teenager opened the door of his bedroom. The teenager took a deep breath and lunged at the man sitting at the table, stabbing him in the back. Right phase mixed body a shock, reluctantly turned around. The boy struck again and again. "Don't stab," the right phase soft voice way, "stab so many knives, which his mother can fight back, the body so many holes, MY trypophobia will commit." Startled, the boy released the knife with a shudder. He remembered how his master had taught him to be calm at all times, but he could not do it now. "Physique, also is average, technique also is barely ok." Right looked up at the boy's pure gold mask with difficulty. "I don't want to be careful. Anyway, you probably won't need to wear a mask anymore." "No mercy, no mercy," smiled the right. "He's made for an emperor." On the day of his enthronement, it rained heavily. After his coronation, he took his guards and levelled the headquarters of the Assassins' guild. All of a sudden, officials and the public, already suffering from his shadow, were jubilant and praising the new emperor. Once right phase mansion, deserted. After the tiger fell to pingyang on the right, his family members and guests were scattered, and now the gap of the steps at the door has grown a little desolate weeds. After scolding the new emperor for deliberately retaliating against him and breaking several cups, he looked at the mask with inlaid holes on the table, shiver a little, turned his eyes away quickly and touched his numb scalp. The corners of the mouth are unable to stop rising.
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Bedtime story: The ending
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Good one. Thank you.