Ch1 - Unemployment

One line foreword: If you’re looking for something serious, it’s not here.

Chapter 1: Unemployment 

Once upon a time, there was an assassin whose eyes were dark and whose sword was cold.

He was a top-tier assassin. To kill, he learned light body skills, dark weapons, poison, and even seduction.

He had been learning the art of killing for 15 years, and finally, he was ready to come out to the world, like a sharp sword about to leave its sheath. 

However, before he could even receive his first mission, his master left the stage.

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His master was an ambitious prince. A very smart, very scheming person. And because he was too smart, too ambitious, he died on the way to fight for power.

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Still, the ex-master death made him very sad. After all, he was only a poor assassin without a dime in his pocket, without employment, he was very well on the way to starving to death.

But, looking for employment was so difficult. The assassin put his hands in his sleeves, sorrowfully walked along the roads in the cold winter.

Yes, he was a top-tier assassin, but he had never actually killed before. With no experience and no fame, no good resume, no one wanted to hire him to kill people. 

Became unemployed, he went from a domestic assassin with no money but no problem with good food and warm clothes, to a strayed assassin with no money and also no good food to eat and no warm clothes to wear.

As to why he didn’t change career when he was finally free and chose a clean job to contribute to the country and help the people…The problem was, he was trained as an assassin since he was five, practicing to kill people day and night, except for that, he didn’t know how to do anything else.

In the assassination industry, it was impossible to blatantly put advertisements on the street to attract customers. So the assassin could only pick the stupidest method – going to rich or prestige households who looked like they had a lot of enemies one by one, and making a sale, “Do you have any enemies? One head is one hundred taels.”

He went around dozens of houses. For the past two days, the most favorite answer was, “Someone come! There’s an assassin!” And the second most favorite was, “You psycho!” 

The assassin looked at the three lonely coins in his hands and squatted on the roof with a sad face. How worrying. Really, really worrying.

But worrying was useless, the assassin sighed, lifted his spirit, shoved the three coins inside his pocket and gave them a pat, then went to the next house to try his luck.

“Do you have any enemy? One head is fifty taels.” Yes, the assassin had learned from the previous failures. He felt that the price offered before was too high. The richer the people were, the stingier they became, so he decided to lower the price.

The beauty in the wheelchair slowly turned his head and glanced at him once. Facing an assassin who broke into the house through the window, the owner was very calm, neither shouting in panic nor calling him a psycho. He just looked at him coldly, “Fifty taels?” 

“Yes, yes.” Lowering the price was indeed useful, the assassin finally saw a ray of hope after much struggle, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice, “If you have a lot of enemies, I can give you a discount package.”

“No thank you.”

The assassin’s ray of hope suddenly lost interest and closed his eyes, intending to see the guest out.

The duck was so close to the mouth, how could he let it fly away. The assassin became anxious and pulled on the other’s sleeve, “The price is negotiable.” 

“I don’t have any enemy.” Zhao Huai lowered his eyes and looked at his sleeve. This little assassin’s hands were quite beautiful, his fingers looked slender, yet strong, and they were also white.

The assassin let the sleeve go in disappointment. Although he was very reluctant, in the killer-for-hire business, the contractor must be willing. It wasn’t like he could press a knife on their neck and demanded a transaction.

“But I can hire you as my bodyguard.” Zhao Huai smiled slowly.

The assassin shook his head, “Assassins also have their pride.” 

“Fifty taels.” Zhao Huai lazily offered, “Fifty taels a month, food and accommodations included.”

“Deal!” The assassin replied at lightning speed, only afraid if he opened his mouth a little slower, the new employer would regret it.