On this continent, no one liked assassins; they were instinctively repulsed by them.
The kind and elegant elves who loved life and freedom had the same feelings about assassins.
The assassins had no faith and wouldn't be blessed by gods.
They were like the outcasts of the world. In the courtyard inside the Judgement Godly Palace in Gray Eagle City, the blood-colored setting sun shined on the figures who scrambled away with wounded bodies, putting an end to this failed assassination attempt.
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- The next day, in Canglan City -
Cute pigeons always gathered on White Pigeon Square. Fearless of strangers, they rested on the shoulders of people who sat around on the square. The people here were good to these birds and would bring some grains with them to feed these cute creatures.
"Oh! I'm sorry, brothers." In an alley outside White Pigeon Square, a figure stood in the shadow habitually. He watched the bustling crowds on the square in a daze.
