The Assassin Who Has No Sense Of Directions
Editor: Henyee Translations
The petite figure descended from the sky like a ghost with a cold, gleaming dagger in her hand. She pointed it at Auster in his bed with a clear intention.
Even though he was in deep sleep, the 10th-tier powerhouse's alertness still made Auster open his eyes instantly.
He wanted to raise his right hand instinctively, but he realized his entire right arm was already gone. He quickly grabbed his saber with his left and slashed across.
However, after his momentary mistake, it was already too late to act.
That petite black figure tossed out her dagger. The cold gleam flashed across, and it sank into Auster's heart as he struggled to get up.
The petite figure tapped the headboard with her feet, and landed lightly on the floor. The other dagger in her left hand stabbed into Auster's neck.
"Y-you…" Auster covered his neck, and glared at Connie, who lit up a beast oil lamp and removed her veil.