Danger is often hidden in the most inconspicuous details, his pirate father told Crowe this.

The moment the gas light went out, he was suddenly startled. He heard a gust of wind whistling behind his head, and a picture of his own throat being pierced suddenly appeared in his mind.

This is a dangerous premonition from the "Joker".

He immediately rolled forward and almost hit the door. His slightly embarrassed movements allowed him to avoid the fatal blow in a flash.

He felt a sharp cold wind blowing from the back of his neck, making his hair tremble with coldness.

The man missed the target, and before he could be surprised, he was kicked hard in the back. The force was so strong that his spine was almost broken. He lost control of his head and hit the wooden door with a bang.

Ignoring the pain, he immediately turned around and leaned his back against the wooden door. He took out a stack of cards from his coat pocket and placed it in his hand, ready to fight.

However, all I could see in front of me was the dark living room, and not a single human being could be seen.

The crimson moon in mid-air was obscured by dark clouds at some point.

Another assassination, the same as last time, no, more dangerous than last time, he is making progress... Crowe held his breath, eyes darting around, trying to find the assassin.

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Joyce half-crouched in the corner and clearly saw the cards in Crowe's hand. Thinking of his performance when he avoided his assassination just now, he quickly made a judgment in his mind: He was not an extraordinary person with a lucky path.

But the "clown" of the fortune teller.

Holding the "Oath-Breaking Blade" in his hand, he felt a steady stream of power in his body. He was seriously thinking about a way to break the deadlock. He was about to take action when he suddenly heard Crowe's voice.

"It seems that the injury last time was not deep enough for you to have the courage to die so quickly."

Last time? What last time?

Joyce thought subconsciously and hesitated for a moment.

"Got you."

Crowe's surprised voice sounded again.

At the same time, Joyce's head seemed to have been filled with lead water, and emotions of panic and hesitation appeared one after another, and he was even so scared that he wanted to turn around and run away immediately.

With a strong desire to survive, he suppressed his emotions with difficulty, kicked the sofa at his feet away, and blocked the cards flying like blades.

This is not the ability of "Joker", he has a magical item, the audience can...

When the sofa blocked their sight, Joyce's mood returned to calm. With his rich knowledge of occultism, he immediately guessed the reason why he almost lost control just now.

Then, he saw Crowe dodge to the left.

Joyce made a prompt decision, held the "Oath-Breaking Blade" in his forehand, kicked off his feet, and lifted his whole body into the air to stab the enemy.

The sofa hit the ground and made a dull sound. I wonder if it will attract the attention of the neighbors.

You know that I have a premonition of danger, but you still carry out a frontal assassination. You must be at the end of your skills. This time I want you to keep your life here... A teasing smile appeared on Crowe's face, and the image of his heart being stabbed flashed in his mind.

Then he confidently stepped back a little, holding a card in his right hand, ready to slash the enemy's throat with a flying knife.

Now! He threw out the cards, already thinking of the scene of blood splattering.

Unfortunately, reality always backfires. Crowe remembered another sentence from his pirate father: fatal danger always comes at the moment of imminent victory.

He did not see the imaginary scene of the enemy being beheaded, but felt the severe pain coming from his chest.

He lowered his head and saw a long sword thrust straight into his heart. Blood and warmth were rapidly drained from his body, and he fell back weakly.

Crowe died, and his last thought before he died was: I clearly predicted that there would be no danger today.

Divination saved him countless times, but it cost him his life the last time.

Seeing his enemy slumped down, Joyce took off the playing card attached to his clothes. There was a clown on it, which was also a ghost card.

He stood there and closed his eyes unconsciously, as if he was feeling something.

There is a sense of emptiness after the stimulation subsides, and there is a sense of being at a loss as to what to do if you take someone else's life with your own hands... Of course, what's more, there is the indescribable feeling caused by the digestion of the magic potion, as if most of the burden on your body has been relieved by half.

It was just an assassination. Isn’t the extent of digestion a bit exaggerated?

Joyce turned the sword-shaped "Oath-Breaking Blade" into a dagger, put it back on his waist, and thought about the "assassin" acting rules he had summarized.

The most important thing is: you are only an assassin at the moment of assassination.

Others include "Kill the target by any means necessary", "Don't challenge impossible tasks", etc... These are some of his experiences in his previous life.

If Crowe hadn't suddenly appeared tonight for unknown reasons, his original plan was to ask "Pharmacist" Charlie for some lethal or hallucinogenic potions and make more thorough preparations to ensure the success of the assassination.

However, the current results are acceptable. Although the process is a bit thrilling, it is more in line with the characteristics of the "assassin" dancing on the tip of the knife.

He looked through Crow's pockets and found scattered objects including playing cards, crystal bracelets, gold coins, and dozens of pounds in cash... Where are the magical items? Where are the magical items that the audience passed by that made him crazy just now?

Soon, Joyce locked his eyes on Crowe's eyes. His left eye was normally black, but the pupil of his right eye was strangely golden.

Ha, it's a bit disgusting... Joyce cruelly dug out Crow's right eye, without daring to take a closer look, and put it directly into an iron cigarette box for preservation.

After all this tossing, the wound at the heart of the corpse stopped bleeding, and a bright blood clot solidified. It was the extraordinary characteristic of the "Joker" in the Sequence 8 of the Seer Path, and was put away by Joyce again.

Next, he conducted a detailed search of the entire house, but found very little. He only found a few banknotes, and the total did not exceed one hundred gold pounds.

A pirate leader only has so few assets? Impossible!

Joyce carefully searched for the secret room that was most likely to be hidden. Maybe he really didn't have the talent in this area, and once again found nothing.

He had to use his last resort... Go to the kitchen and find two pieces of white bread, break them in half and place them in the four corners of the room. He wanted to continue gathering the wool from Yuanbao.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord"

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun"

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The familiar gray fog appeared in front of his eyes and quickly dissipated. Joyce curled his lips, thinking that he still had a month to harvest the wool, and walked to the bedroom to find the trap.

Why do these people like to hide the secret room next to the bed... He murmured while finding a lot of good things from the secret room.

Most of them are spiritual materials. Judging from his meager basic knowledge of mysticism, they should be necessary for ritual magic.

The most precious thing was the tube of liquid in Joyce's hand. Although he did not recognize it, the rich spirituality in it could not be deceived. Considering that Crowe had been a "clown" for many years, the possibility of further promotion was not ruled out.

It is probably the main ingredient for the magic potion of Sequence Seven "Magician".

What a great harvest!

In addition, a stack of banknotes was also found, roughly estimated to be three to four hundred pounds. What surprised Joyce was that there was a portrait of a woman stacked under the gold pounds.

The woman in the painting is beautiful and lovable. The mole between her eyebrows makes her even more charming. She looks like she is in her mid-twenties.

Who is this woman? Crowe's lover? No, he doesn't like this type... benefactor, or enemy...

With no clues, no way to figure it out, and simply not thinking about it, Joyce packed up the extraordinary materials and took them away, but had trouble disposing of the body.
Chapter completed!