Second Dawn

The Tieba tour group gathered around (uncovered the starting number that had not been used for 2 years) Fast forward to Poppy chatting and signing the contract. I forgot to shake the person and was pulled by Poppy to use it.

(Let's do some fics if I'm bored) (Let's take a picture first, it's late, I was about to ascend, but the enemy... He died) (Why didn't I have SL at the time?) Before 1926, I used to be a liquidator, hunting down traitors all over the world for my leader and father, and now, it is my turn to be liquidated. I can't remember why I betrayed Duver - of course, as my father, he can be said to be useless - but in any case, I stole 14 pages of his Ashes account book for 77 years. Before he discovered my betrayal, I thought, I should run away. Because the incompetent father is an inhuman extraordinary person. His unparalleled blade skills make it difficult for him to find an opponent, and his near-invincible physique cannot be harmed by mortals. As his son, I know this all too well. Dufour cannot be defeated. It was time to run away, take these moments with him, and live in seclusion—somewhere where he couldn't be found. Better to send another taunting letter and disappear completely. No one knows how Dufour obtained the Ashes Account Book. Some people speculate that he had an affair with Xin Dan (of course I don't believe this), so that he can buy and sell life and time, but there is no doubt that this is a treasure. Lifespan has become something that can be recorded on paper, and therefore put on the trading table. As long as you fill in the things you want to do in the ashes account book and pay the corresponding time, you can skip the hard work or long wait and directly reap the ripe fruits. Who doesn't like getting it right in one step? Is there anyone who still thinks they have a long life? So no one would say no to time on the Ashes ledger, including me of course. A perfect escape plan, and he will never find a trace of me again... I bandaged my wounds casually, while packing my luggage, thinking wildly. Tsk, what else is there to clean up? A large sum of money packed into a suitcase; 14 pages of precious ashes account books, 77 years of stolen time. There is nothing left to miss. My secret message has been answered. How about Krakow? He wouldn't have thought I was hiding there. The sneaky guy outside is another one of the liquidators' minions. Did the old man find out that I was running away? No, it shouldn't be that. He's just a pawn who wants to take all the credit. Poor disguise, poor tracking, undisguised greedy eyes, and the pistol hidden under the arm - I saw everything, and he didn't know that he had been exposed - he wanted to find me, kill me, and then ask the old man for credit? It had nothing to do with me, because I was already on the train to Krakow and was watching his antics through the window. Ah, farewell, my father, farewell, my mortal enemy! We have a long way to go. Krakow, this is not my first time here. In a place where gangs are rampant, no one would notice that there are a few more homeless people in Krakow. When I was a liquidator, I had some friendship with the gang boss here. What was his name? Well, I forgot, but that doesn't matter. Ash Ledger's time has been spent, even if I don't know his name, he will have a deep friendship with me, and Ash Ledger can't go wrong. In this city, as long as you can make some money, everything is easy. I thought while looking for possible opportunities in the city. Dressing myself up like an ordinary homeless man and walking on the street, I suddenly felt a throbbing, which was the call from the blade. The "secret of the knife" in my mind flashes on and off, echoing the feelings from objects of the same sexual orientation. There was no doubt that something was waiting for me there. I followed the induction and looked there. It was the White Cathedral in Krakow, a sacred place of faith. That's not a place I can break into now, but I will definitely check it out in the future. I look back and move on. You have to find a place to stay first. How about buying a house? I counted the money I had left, and it was probably enough. Buy an office in the middle of nowhere, no one will notice me. (Writing this first, I went to eat.)

I have ascended higher, and in sevenfold visions Saint Achonius cut me open,

(I have nothing to do, just write whatever I want) In this extraordinary world, those things that are common to ordinary people have hidden powers. Of course, one of the most powerful things is money. Money, money, I really need some money... I hid in the hidden office, thinking about where I could get enough money. A penny can stump a heroic man, which is what I am talking about now. I can no longer hide. I have received a reply to the secret letter I sent, and I have found a way out again. Domincas, the "baker" who lives in Kaunas, "Little Paris," has been doing well recently, and he still owes me a favor. When he is chased by the liquidator, I can go to him. In this case, it doesn't matter even if he leaves some "traces". The group of liquidators are like the hounds raised by Dufour. As long as I reveal any clues or rumors, they will chase me to the city and then greedily search for my traces until they find me. But there is no need to think about this now. I am wandering around the city hall, looking for some opportunities - did you see that senior official? I don't know him, but as long as I move my fingers, take out "A Year's Time", write on it "During this year, he and I became close friends", and give him this page of ashes account book - no one will refuse this gift - our friendship will be completed. It was as if I really had a year of life and death with him. The ability of Ashes Ledger is so bizarre and powerful. Official connections, underworld connections, and my friends have provided me with a lot of help. Did you see that? Medical qualification certificate. Being a doctor these days is a noble profession, it is hidden, and the money comes in quickly. This is much better than the black boxing I did back then. What if I were to fight black boxing now? God, let's be honest, I couldn't get anything out of it except a few bruises. Now there are many liquidators in the city, but I clearly left no trace. Could it be that my disguise was not good enough and I was discovered by the city hall? No, it's impossible. Only when the old man comes in person can he recognize me. If you say this, you can only be unlucky, I thought gloomily, without stopping the massage on my hands. Yes, I converted my office into a retreat. With the newly obtained qualification certificate, I only serve two or three wealthy people, spend a year of "time", and get enough money to live for four or five years. It is worth every penny. Before leaving, the rich woman said that she would come back next "year", and she laughed and casually took out a large tip. It's a pity that maybe I won't be able to stay in this city much longer. Eyes are searching for my traces all over the place, and the liquidators will arrive at any moment. I have to disappear for a while and look for a handy weapon. "Pistol, made by Mauser, 80% new. If you want it, just give me a number that can pass." The black market boss is also a damn profiteer. He said that just give him a number, but in fact he was very tight on the price and would not let go. I had to spend a quarter of my net worth to buy this gun. Although it was of no use in the battle with Dufour - the old man was not harmed by mundane weapons - at least it allowed me to hold off pursuers and liquidators. "Where is the fugitive hiding..." I found a liquidator who came first. He was mumbling while looking for the "traces" left by me. Unfortunately, he didn't find me, but I found him, a lousy thief about to steal something from my office. Fugitive, huh, describes me so well. He acted carefully and left no trace, but the liquidator still found this place. I laughed to myself, but my finger involuntarily touched the trigger of the Mauser. I summoned the "secret of the knife" - as Dufour taught me - pointed the gun at the despicable thief, and pulled the trigger. Bang! A solid shot hit the liquidator's pawn. He staggered out of the window, but I had no intention of chasing him. He's just a wounded pawn, and my friends in the underworld will be happy to help me sort out this little problem. As expected, a body of a liquidator was delivered to my residence without me even waiting until the next day. What can I do with a dead body? I thought about his use. This is a very precious raw material, the enemy's corpse, the enemy, then... Let's hold a ceremony, just like what we saw Dufour do before. I put the enemy's corpse at hand and performed a simple ritual to absorb the corpse and destroy the corpse to eliminate traces, in order to improve my Secret of the Blade. The blade absorbs the remains of the enemy, and the enemy's corpse becomes my strength. The ring around the blade pattern is lit one-seventh of the way. Bede taught me, "Blood can be replenished, time cannot." Bede knew what he was, and I knew that this was Bede's teaching.

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