A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Hah—" Bray shouted softly, and his longsword suddenly swung out.

There were no special effects, and nothing else happened.

He simply swung his sword once.

However, Bray's internal energy was rapidly depleted by this sword strike.

Breathing's inner energy needs to be trained, otherwise both his attack and defense will be too weak.

In his current state, Bray isn't someone who can be instantly killed; he also has ways to break through the enemy's defenses.

However, each mistake that results in a serious injury will also consume a lot of physical strength and internal energy to break through the defense.

In that case, putting aside whether they're sea creatures or not, the next time they encounter Whiteface, Bray is guaranteed to die.

Just as a giant panda once explained to itself—

There are eight gates: Open, Rest, Life, Injury, Block, View, Death, and Shock.

Each time a door is opened, the amount of internal energy increases.

There are twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians.

With each meridian opened, the flow of internal energy becomes smoother.

Currently, in the Brai Sect, the Eight Gates have only been opened up to the Gate of Life, and the Meridians have only been opened to the twelve regular meridians.

"Drink!!" Bray frowned and shouted again.

After his internal energy was exhausted, the lightning bolt struck the wounded points within his body.

"Cough cough..." But as expected, Bray coughed up blood.

The result of forcibly opening the door and failing is internal damage.

Each door was extremely difficult to open, and while Bray possessed decent talent in internal energy, he was far from being a genius.

As for the pulse, the twelve regular pulses are all very simple, but the eight extraordinary pulses are the most difficult.

Opening each of the extraordinary meridians is more difficult than opening all twelve regular meridians.

"Seriously, either a genius or a troublemaker." Bray wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In fact, breaking through a door does not require exhausting one's internal energy.

However, once the internal energy is exhausted, breaking through the gate will be much easier.

Bray wasn't exactly a genius when it came to internal energy techniques, and this was all he could do.

However, it takes a considerable amount of time to recover after each use up of internal energy.

However, opening the meridians requires a sufficient amount of internal energy in the body before one can attempt to do so.

This made it quite difficult for Bray to cultivate his internal energy.

"Well, it's much better than magic power." Magic power is utterly worthless, but internal energy is still quite useful.

"Whoosh—" The longsword was swung out, and a sharp sound of it cutting through the air rang out.

Bray never opened his eyes. Strength doesn't increase dramatically in a day or two.

And money can't be earned in a day or two, at least not for Redip.

After pushing his ice cream cart all day, Redip is now exhausted.

Watching the sun about to set below the horizon, Redup pondered for a moment and decided to pack up and leave.

“Doffin, let’s go back,” Redip said.

"Mmm." Dove nodded happily.

Unlike Redip, Dove is still full of energy.

A long day of running around is nothing for Dove.

Night fell over the sky, and the clouds were covered with a layer of purple and a layer of orange.

The two colors mixed together made the clouds exceptionally beautiful, creating a striking contrast with the gloomy sky.

Redup pushed the cart toward the beach made of white sand.

Dove followed closely behind Redip, hopping and humming a song.

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Under the cover of night, Redup and Dove weren't the only ones on the streets.

A woman dressed in night clothes leaned against the cold wall of the alley, silently watching Dove leave.

Misala's face was covered by a scarf, making it difficult to give her away.

Misala's black night clothes made her figure difficult to spot.

In addition, Misala, being an assassin by nature, possessed the ability to hold her breath, so neither Redup, Dove, nor passersby could detect her.

Even if Misala walked past you quickly, no one would notice.

"Blue hair." Misala murmured, looking at Dove's short blue hair.

Misala knew that the sea creatures were looking for a mixed-race girl.

But when Misala found the little girl, she hesitated.

This little girl, who was about ten years old, made Misala fall silent.

The bandaged man wanted to kill the little girl himself, not wanting her, who might become the Demon King, to continue living.

But Mishra involuntarily tightened her grip on her scarf.

"I'm just a cold-blooded assassin; I don't need to think too much." Misala took a deep breath; she couldn't forget her identity.

Assassins exist to assassinate their targets; they are not a respectable profession.

They have no right to talk about compassion.

But Misala didn't move for a long time after she drew her dagger.

She was still conflicted. Would she be able to kill the child without any scruples if the target was older?

In that case, what difference does it make whether we kill him now or later?

After thinking it through, Misala's eyes turned cold.

It's a profession that's already detestable, so why should Misala have any extra mercy?

"It seems I'm somewhat unqualified to be an assassin."

Perhaps because she had been in contact with the upright and kind-hearted Nisa for so long, Misala herself was also influenced.

Misala's figure became ethereal, preparing to merge into the shadows.

Once you blend into the shadows, you can kill Dove silently.

Dove collapsed to the ground as if he had died suddenly.

But just as Misala was about to eliminate Dove, who was still humming and dancing, a hand grabbed her shoulder.

Misara, whose shoulder was grabbed, instinctively tried to resist.

Anyone accustomed to fighting will be particularly sensitive to stimulation from behind.

Misala's eyes turned frosty.

"Swish—" The gleaming dagger pressed against the neck of the person behind him.

The cold dagger seemed poised to slice through that fair skin at any moment.

"Misala, what are you doing?" The person who spoke startled Misala.

"Nisha?" Misala was shocked when she realized who was grabbing her shoulder.

Why is Nisha here?

“I would like to ask, Nisha, what are you doing?” Misala said softly.

However, while speaking, Misala kept an eye on Dove out of the corner of her eye.

"I lost track of her." Dove was already quite far away when Nisa intervened with Misala.

For Misala, continuing to track Dove was not a problem.

But exonerating Nisa is an enormous problem.

“I found you strange today; it was as if you were looking for something in this city,” Nisha said in a low voice.

"Are you looking for that little girl from earlier?" Nisha pressed.

Nisha is certainly not stupid; in fact, she is particularly sensitive to certain subtle things.

Nisa noticed everything, including Misala's secret conversation with the bandaged man and her quiet search for something in Vinipado.

“Don’t concern yourself with this matter, Nisha,” Misala sighed.

If Nisha knew about the mission she was assigned, she would definitely stop her.

Nisha was that kind of person; she couldn't possibly watch Dove be assassinated by her.

However, Misala was also lamenting that she hadn't noticed Nisa following her.

If Misala had discovered that Nisa was following her, she wouldn't be in such a predicament now.

Nisha had unknowingly learned to stealth, even though she was a knight.

“No, tell me what happened.” Nisha and Misala stared at each other.

Misala was a little afraid to meet Nisa's eyes.

“I won’t let you go unless you tell me,” Nisha said.

“I think so too,” Misala said, a little helplessly.

Actually, the bandaged man didn't say that Nisha couldn't know; Nisha has the right to know.

Misala knew that Nisa wouldn't agree to carry out the mission, so she kept it a secret.

“The sea people want to come to this city because they are looking for a child,” Misala said, pulling down her scarf.

“…” Nisha was not surprised.

Nisa had already figured out what the sea creatures were looking for.

Nisha just didn't expect that the sea creatures did it all for a child.

"Was it because of the child you were chasing earlier?"

"Yes."

"But...you just showed murderous intent towards that child."

“That’s right.” Misala answered Nisa’s question succinctly.

Misara's answer stunned Nisa.

“Your mission is to kill that child?” Nisha looked at Misala in disbelief.

“She’s mixed race,” Misala said.

So what?

“She has the potential to become the future Demon King, and if we kill her, the sea creatures won’t come,” Misala said helplessly.

The "Great Enemy of God" has always been tasked with eliminating the Demon King.

Compared to the invasion of the Bronze race and the birth of the Silver race, the Demon King is more likely to appear in the public eye.

"Is that all?" Nisha frowned.

For the first time, Nisha felt that what the “enemy of God” was doing was wrong.

The previous mission to "the Great Enemy of God" gave Nissa the feeling that they were protecting the Dark Iron race.

But this time, Nisha questioned the validity of the mission.

“She’s just a child, she hasn’t done anything wrong.” Nisha gripped Misala’s hand tighter and tighter.

“But… there is a possibility,” Misala said seriously.

“It’s just a possibility…” Nisha grabbed Misala’s scarf.