Shadowblade Morlock was like a drop of ink, blending silently into the late night shadows of Winterhold.
He licked his chapped lips, his eyes penetrated the ancient glass window of the Hall of Knowledge, and was firmly locked on the only figure in the corner.
A librarian, the target codename is "Bookworm", and the bounty is three thousand gold coins.
It's just free money.
Morlock sneered in his heart.
As one of the top ten assassins in the underground world of Winter Keep, the name "Shadow Blade" was forged with the blood of countless nobles and the wails of political opponents.
Assassinating an unarmed ordinary person is easier than crushing an ant to death.
His only doubt is, who is willing to spend such a high price to deal with a waste that doesn't even have magic fluctuations?
I can't figure it out, and I'm too lazy to think about it. Gold coins are real.
At this moment, his target worth three thousand gold coins, the librarian Xu Mo, was frowning slightly because of the taste of a cup of inferior magic tea.
"I'm afraid this tea is three months past its expiration date." He murmured softly, pushing aside the teacup he had only taken a sip from, and continued to flip through the third volume of the "World of Warcraft Ecological Illustrated Book" in his hand.
