Sid must admit that hiding in the sofa for a whole few days is not a pleasure.

Difficulty in breathing and dark vision are all easy to say, but eating difficulties can be overcome. More than 200 kilograms of fat are still a practice.

The greatest pain is that the boring feeling of not knowing the passage of time and the hallucination of human beings in closed environments for a long time are his biggest enemy.

And that damn little mouse came along the breathable hole and smelled the food residue.

I don’t know if it was luck or unlucky, but the mouse contributed its value. Judging from the results, the little mouse helped him a favor.

Sid followed the trend and did it in one go.

Hurry~

The leather was cut hard, and a young man stretched out his body from the sofa, with soft silver hair, each of which was as white and pure as snow, and a smile seemed to be in the sea-blue pupils.

In Hoffman's eyes, this was a beautiful boy with a slightly childish appearance and a neutral appearance. His mouth was slightly raised and his smile was sunny. His standard mercenary short-sleeved and breeches dressed up made him look even thinner and looked harmless.

Only the dagger on his chest reminded Hoffman and told him that the boy in front of him was really a problem!

"Hid," said Sir, struggling, gasping hard, as if he suddenly understood something: "You... cough cough... actually..."

"That's right, it's me." The beautiful boy said coldly. He had a handsome face that was more delicate than the cardamom girl. Unfortunately, the beautiful boy's voice at this time was like an AI without any emotion. His face seemed to be a smile, and his voice was cold and harsh.

Sid knew that although he was wearing a mask on his face, Hoffman had no reason not to recognize him, and he had been monitoring him for three years.

Hoffman's face instantly showed an expression of extreme ecstasy, and even his pale lips couldn't help but lifted up.

It turns out that my boss’s worries are real!

It turns out that the little puppy in front of me is really a problem!

It turned out to be myself...

"Where are you thinking about your dream of transferring back to the city of Saint White?" Sid's words sounded calmly without any emotion.

Hoffman's smile stiffened, and he looked down at the dagger that pierced his chest, his face regained and pale.

Damn little bitch... little puppy.

Hoffman knew he had no chance at all.

In terms of strength, Sid is the model level, he is the cornerstone level, and the gap between the whole is a big level.

In terms of practical experience, he was a professional bureaucrat of twenty years, and Sid was a front-line mercenary for three years.

If there was no chance, Hoffman knew very well that the boy in front of him was a very cautious guy. The old jazz tried to struggle: "Ahem... you... from the beginning... it was?"

Sid flew up and kicked the quenched one-handed sword further away: "Why watch me? What is the Chosen?"

Hoffman reluctantly withdrew his hand, but there was no chance.

"Speak quickly." Sid grabbed Hoffman's collar and lifted him up: "I have avoided the vital points, and I don't want to start a big killing."

"Ha." Hoffman also sneered. He looked at Sid disdainfully. He knew him. Sid didn't like killing, but it didn't mean he couldn't kill. Once this little mercenary took action, he always kept it full.

Sid frowned, apparently Hoffman knew him well, not surprising: "Tell me everything, otherwise I wouldn't mind another accident."

The old jazz's face changed slightly, and he stared at Sid's face.

Only indifference is the little beast with weak feelings, he knows.

"Ahem, cough, cough~" Hoffman suddenly squeezed out a smile: "...wait... someone will... discover... you."

"Recently, there have been many dark elves assassins and spies in the Principality of the Wolf and Rezlan." Sid said without emotion: "Someone once said that they would spend 500 Jinaiju to buy your head, so you applied for escort and rejected it."

"Standard Dark Elf Dark Sword." The beautiful boy took out a glass bottle, which contained a red solution rolling in it: "Salazar gland fluid, Dark Elf likes to use it to deal with corpses, burning the oral esophagus and stomach, and unable to determine the exact time of death. Dark Elf Assassin is used to medicine."

"No property was lost, it was murder."

"The Knights of the Prominent Knights, or the Circuit Judge, must report to the Kingdom Parliament when encountering murder."

"You are the dispatcher, and the Helveti Kingdom Council must report to the Holy Empire's court, here to the Holy Empire, for three weeks."

"Hofmann, Seves' surname, third-class citizen, priority, low, war against the Principality of Wallace is underway, priority, lower, estimated time, three months later."

At this time, the beautiful boy was no different from the devil from the abyss of hell in the eyes of the old jazz. Every time he said something, Hoffman's face turned pale.

"How long?" said the old jazz smiled bitterly, coughing blood: "How long are you... planning?"

"From my promotion to the model level, then one month, and four days." Sid said calmly: "I will ask again last time, who sent you, what is the Selected One? I will give you a pleasure, I promise."

"No." Hoffman struggled for a few times and gave up the struggle when he saw that he had no chance. He pulled the corner of his mouth in pain: "Never."

"I said, I don't mind another surprise." Sid added a little bit of force, and the beautiful boy was terriblely calm: "Don't you consider your family?"

"I don't know much more than you... but I advise you not to understand what you shouldn't know... that's not good for you." Hoffman shook his head. This time he finally said some complete words. It can be seen that he had been holding it in for a long time. After saying these words, he was only left with breathing strength.

With one punch, Hoffman's nose bridge was broken and blood surged out of his nasal cavity. But no matter how coerced and tempted Sid, Hoffman just closed his eyes.

He won't say it.

In an instant, Hoffman was moved by himself. He seemed to have returned to the summer more than 20 years ago. The young man with dreams of Cyvis broke through the single-plank bridge from thousands of troops and seized the opportunity of a very small number of third-class citizens who could go to the Lord's Church of Paradise in Saint White City to study. At that time, he had such a great dream, and now he seemed ridiculous.

This is the last time, the great holy empire, the great first falcon emperor Romani on it!

Ou Li has been loyal to you and the Sixth Dynasty.

He smiled peacefully, the physical pain gradually faded away, and the spiritual satisfaction made the old sir withstood all the tricks of Sid.

Sid frowned subconsciously, with his slender and beautiful white eyebrows raised up. He was not a good person who specialized in assassination, and he could not maintain this state for too long. There was Baden Street outside. Mercenaries were waiting for work on the streets, vendors were hawking goods, and the Knights of the People would patrol every thirty minutes. The situation here could be discovered at any time.

"So that's it." It seemed that he couldn't ask anything. He pulled out the dagger and gave the Jazz a pleasure. After confirming that he was not breathing, Sid began to prepare for the scene. He unscrew the glass bottle plug and poured a small bottle of salamander solution into Hoffman.

The mouth, esophagus and stomach soon became a mess and could not detect anything.

After handling the scene, Sid glanced at the body of Sir Hoffmann, which was burnt to pieces, silently said apologize, bent down slightly, and expressed his apology.

Hoffman is actually a little innocent.

This bureaucrat who was loyal to the empire did deliberately issue him the kind of hidden dangers when he first arrived.

For example, some tasks slightly exceed the corresponding level, and some tasks are not suitable for mercenaries of this profession to complete.

Every mission was released for Sid, who was injured many times and was forced to death.

But Hoffmann did not really want him to die, but wanted to test whether he was the "Choice" he repeatedly mentioned in the report. From this point of view, Hoffmann would not die in his sins.

But Sid is innocent too!

No one wants to be monitored silently for 5 years, and he has accidents all day long to test him. Waves of surveillancers always monitor his every move, including Hoffman, never ending, right?

He has already dealt with several monitors through various means.

Some monitors were greedy, so Sid tried to expose his bad deeds and let the upright and stubborn Ryzlans drive him away.

Some monitors were in poor health, so Sid made his condition worse and he had to seek medical treatment.

Some monitors are aggressive and unwilling to be inferior to others. This is easy to arrange. Fighting will always make enemies...

Only Hoffman, this guy is not greedy for money, has good health, and has no fighting style. He just likes to be lazy and become a salary thief.

It was not until he died that he probably realized that he could really let him realize his dream of returning to the Holy White City?

After decorating everything, Sid checked and confirmed it again, changed his clothes, and then returned to Baden Street.

It’s no wonder that Sid is cautious. She has a special appearance and is young and powerful. She is well-known on this street. He came here at the age of 12. Such a young mercenary is rare even in the mercenary kingdom of Rezlan, let alone his silver-white hair and the appearance of a beautiful boy.

Silver hair and sea blue pupils are the most typical symbol of the appearance of the first-class noble Nobilli. The outstanding talent and superb learning ability also show that Sid has different identities. Especially after the Fourth Dynasty, the bloodline has become increasingly thin. National rare animals like Sid, who have sudden bloodlines, will definitely be adopted by the great nobles early and married into the key training targets.

The power of bloodline is not as strong as before.

Sid said silently.

This is also the reason why he chose to come to Rezlan instead of continuing to stay in the Holy Empire. The Kingdom of Rezlan is located in the east of the Holy Empire and is a vassal of the Holy Empire, not a direct kingdom. Almost all territories are in the Kingdom of Rezlan in the Yulian Mountains. The influence of the Holy Empire is already very weak, and as a mercenary kingdom, there are all kinds of people here.

As the saying goes, the small is hidden in the wild, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the morning.

Sid doesn't want to be a savage. This is a world of swords and magic, and it's not safe at all in the wild.

Sid didn't want to rely on his appearance to go to the army, to the Knights, and to church to find a job. He was a little difficult to explain why. Secondly, if he did this, it would be almost inevitable to be recruited as a son-in-law.

A soft life in another world starting from scratch?

wrong!

Life in a breeding pig in another world started from scratch!

The second-level aristocrats like Sid are not strong enough, so they are locked up and used for breeding!

So what exactly is the chosen one?

Even after returning to the Migratory Bird Tavern, Sid was still thinking about this issue.

Migratory Bird Tavern is a large double-storey tavern that provides accommodation services. It is only 3 pm now. There are very few people in the tavern, and there are only half a dozen (12 for a dozen) people drinking and eating. The bartender with his head and messy beard is wiping the greasy mug. Seeing his drowsy look, you know that this is also a fishing expert.

Sid's appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby on the first floor, and the bartender immediately felt: "Shid! Long time no see!"

"I think I've been here two days ago." Sid glanced at the bartender behind the counter: "You have such a bad memory, Bob, maybe I can tell Hanks that I'm better qualified for the bartender position than you."

"This is unlikely. My Master Sid, you can't do a bartender job. Only Sives and Seus can do this job. Of course, it's not that particular about Rezlan. After all, there are many Romas and Linhe Rose people, but you can't go too far." Bob rubbed the greasy cup a little awkwardly: "Please sit down, sorry, the ground is a bit dirty. These mercenaries are not very particular. What should I do?"

"Pint ale." Sid sat naturally on the bar. He took out two copper Finneys and arranged them on the bar. "I'm an old customer, what are you going to give me?"

Pint is a capacity unit. Sid estimated that a pint is between 550 ml and 560 ml. In this world, it is a relatively standard unit of measurement, just the amount of a large wooden barrel beer mug.
To be continued...