Sid shivered from his sleep, and the surroundings were pitch black. When he woke up, he found him sitting in a small and confined space, with his legs spreading to both sides, his hands on the armrests, and was completely bound by leather, and even his face was gently wrapped in a layer of leather.

He was confused for a few seconds and quickly recalled his state and mission, and then his strange dream. At the end of the dream, he saw an indescribable terrifying creature fighting a dragon surrounding the lightning.

"What Cthulhu vs Godzilla?" Sid complained softly, but he immediately became silent.

There was darkness around him. He had been alone in the dark for four days. For four days, in the dark, he could only rely on the cold water and a little dry food he carried with him to satisfy his hunger, and he also had to whisper and choose a specific period of time to eat.

It's not because he was caught, he voluntarily.

Yes, yes, Sid was voluntary.

He is now hiding in someone else's house, in someone else's sofa chair.

This is the person's favorite sofa chair. It has a brown outer skin, a wide backrest, a soft upholstered layer, an inner frame made of birch wood, exquisite handrails, and a down cushion. The inner bones of the sofa are made of cherry wood. The classic hollowed-out patterns carefully carved by the engraver were oiled in every corner.

Now, Sid's body is the inner frame of the sofa chair, his hands are the armrests of the sofa chair, and his chest is the backrest of the sofa chair. It has been four days since he stuffed himself into the sofa chair.

This was not the first time he had a dream about the "Seven Seals" prophecy, and Sid quickly threw his dream behind his head.

"Dong~" You can vaguely hear the sound of carefully closing the door. According to the faint light transmission of the leather sofa stitching mouth, Sid judged that it should be around 1:00 p.m. It should be the unique sound of carefully closing the door after washing the dishes.

This is No. 45, Helveti Baden Street, the capital of the Kingdom of Rezlan, and the heart of the mercenary kingdom. The Kingdom Council is located three blocks away. Even if you are not aristocrats, you are at least a third-class citizen - Sives. The Mercenary Guild is at the end of the street, and there are crowds here. Sid could hear the noise on the street outside, and he could also feel the room was extremely quiet.

After four days of ambush, the opportunity finally came. Just today, the hostess at home had agreed with her husband that she would take her two children to the Grand Theater to watch Ryzlan's famous drama "Hell Expedition". According to Sid's understanding, the show ended at 4:50 pm. According to Sid's rules, the servants in the family will go home to rest after lunch, and will not come to cook dinner until about 5:20 pm.

The boy recalled his plan this time.

He is not a professional assassinator, so he must be more cautious.

This is an environment where the whole body is restrained and the light is hard to see. Sid must force himself to concentrate.

His target is Ouli Hoffman, a fat man who is about 1.69 meters tall and weighs about 256 pounds (232 pounds), and is absolutely ruthless. He is about in his early forties, but perhaps because of being overly obese, he seems a little aged and slow to move. Whenever Ouli Hoffman sits on him through a layer of genuine leather, Sid can feel the full layer of fat and a greasy smell at close range, and the slight smell of smoke. Jazz's body temperature will also be transmitted to him at this time.

According to Sid's investigation, Oli Hoffmann was born in the Principality of the Wolf. Relying on his extremely solid skills and relatively good knowledge, he once served as a very important prosecutor and fifth-class bureaucrat in the Holy Empire's official position.

What is a local prosecutor?

It is very simple. The prosecutor is responsible for measuring and liquidating the land area and output of the aristocratic manor to report to the imperial court and church to facilitate tax collection. This is a fifth-level official. As a third-class citizen of the Holy Empire, Hoffman could use this to exempt his whole family from labor.

It is indeed not easy for Mr. Hoffman to stand out among the third class. However, as far as Sid knows, he happened to encounter the land prosecution order of the Holy Empire a few years ago. Because he reported the real number and offended the local nobles, he was transferred to Ryzlan.

The boss asked him to monitor a boy named "Sid".

That's right, it's yourself.

Sid couldn't help but sneer when he thought of this. If it were Sir Hoffman who had just arrived, he should be anxious about his disappearance and looking for his figure everywhere, right?

Unfortunately, after three years of unsuccessful monitoring, from the beginning to the beginning of diligence and then to the process of dealing with things, people will change.

The old jazz is now a lazy dog. He probably feels that he has been deceived by those big guys. Well, just do it. Since the anti-surveillance of several months, Hoffman's main work content is to stare at cigarettes and drink ciders to read newspapers. As for Sid's action record this month? Hoffman helped him prepare all of them and sent them to his boss seven days ago.

Since a year ago, Hoffman's working hours have changed. He usually gets up at nine o'clock in the morning and does not go to the office across the street until ten o'clock. At noon, someone delivers food and uses a hanging basket downstairs to hang the rice up. At four o'clock in the afternoon, he will return home one hour in advance, sit on the sofa chair, and suck up the mist. Sid listens to him complaining about Ryzlan's bad food, thin air and cold environment, four days, every day.

Sid understood a little why someone would monitor him. He didn't know why he came here in time. He knew that there were many completely different things in him than ordinary people, and some strange things that even he himself could not understand.

He even doubted whether he was a human being.

Sid also didn't understand why this surveillance has been endless. From his birth to now, Sid has never exposed his differences in front of anyone. He is a human, a noble blood descendant with strong signs of blood rebirth, that's all.

Without further ado, while there was no one at home, Sid shook the sofa chair from the sofa chair, reached out from the gap, and placed the prepared letter on the sofa chair.

Then, pull your hands back from above the solid handrail under the pressure of the genuine leather, and put the cold water and dry food you carry with you at your waist.

He was a little hungry, and Sid carefully chewed dry food and drank a sip of water. The four days of lurking made his body and spirit almost reach the limit.

If someone is at home, they will probably be scared to death, right? There is a human being in the sofa chair eating, and the indescribable creature under the real dermis is constantly squirming. Sid laughed at himself.

"Click!"

The door of the house suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Sid's whole body was shocked, and the sofa chair shook violently because of his movements. Sid calmly put down the water bag and biscuits, stretched out his hands and inserted them between the inner frame and the armrest, silently.

You can't hear me, you can't hear me.

Sid calmed his breath.

However, most things in the world go against their wishes. The visitor seemed to hear the movement in the house. His unique turbid and sticky voice came from the door: "Is anyone there?"

The room was silent, which was in sharp contrast with the noise outside the house.

It must be Sir Hoffman who is back! Sid is familiar with his voice, and he really wants to roll his eyes.

I am worthy of being the lazy dog, the king of slut, and the chief salary thief of the Empire.

It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and this person is actually coming home from get off work.

Is he shameless? The Imperial Court pays Hoffman 6 Jin'ejus a month to make you a superior person in Rezlan. This is how you share the worries of the country?!

The plan has changed, and it seems that it will be implemented in advance.

The good news is that you will have more time to deal with the scene, and the bad news is that the risk coefficient has increased significantly.

Sid reviewed his plan in his heart, and his body remained motionless, trying to keep it quiet.

"Is anyone there?" The heavy and slow footsteps of the visitor rang out, and he repeated in the direction where Sid was.

Tsk, this fearful devil, Sid was disdainful, but he also knew that Sir Hoffman's concern was not without reason.

This person was actually offended the Principality of the Evil Wolf during the Procuratorate of the Land of Procuratorate, causing considerable losses to many great nobles. Someone once threatened to spend 500 Jin Aiju to buy someone else's head. Hoffman was afraid at the time and quickly reported to the court to ask for escorts. However, it was obvious that the Holy Empire court did not care about the life and death of the third class and rejected it.

"Cruff~" The door was pushed open, and the sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed.

Leather shoes are stepped on the carpet, from far to near.

Puff~

Every footstep was pressing against Sid's heart. The boy carefully adjusted his breathing, while complaining about the other party's timidity and fear of death.

Why are you so nervous? There is no one at home!

Still motionless.

With a vague auditory judgment, the person who came to the seat about two or three steps away from the sofa chair, his footsteps stopped, and the sound in the room could be heard.

Nothing can be heard, except for the blurred light and shadow of the sofa leather, Sid can see nothing.

Is Sir Hoffman observing?

There should be nothing to observe, right?

Sid understood the layout of this part of the living room. In front of the sofa chair was a long square table against the wall and the window. On the table were placed with rolls of parchment, a quill dipped in an ink bottle, and a kerosene lamp. On the left side of the long table was a bookcase, and on the right was an oil painting depicting Hoffman himself.

It only takes a glance to sweep everything into your eyes, nothing can be hidden.

But all Sid can do is wait patiently.

After another silence for about twenty seconds, Sid heard the sound of the sword being sheathed, and the visitor mumbled a few times, as if he had relaxed his vigilance.

Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, come on, Sid thought of it.

Enjoy the last cigar of your life.

Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, a furry ball suddenly appeared on his calves, then got into his trousers and climbed up his thighs until he got out of his trousers.

Oh no! Sid's heart broke out, feeling a big deal, so he could only take the risk of moving his body slightly back and barely look down. In the dim sofa, a pair of green eyes were looking at him!

It's a rat!

A little mouse smelled the smell of him eating broken biscuits and didn't know when it came in through the vent!

Damn it! Sid subconsciously reviewed his plan, but he never expected that he had arrived at the last step, but suddenly a rat appeared and disrupted his plan!

Get out, get out!!!

Sid, the little mouse could not understand what he meant, and it began to chew on the residue of the biscuits and had a lot of fun.

What's even more terrifying is that as the little mouse moves, the sofa chair is shaking at an extremely weak speed!

How could this not be discovered by alert people!

Sure enough, just as the little mouse was gnawing, Sid heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed again. The ground shook for a moment, and his body shook.

The visitor took a step forward.

"Who is there?" Sid could hear the fear and anxiety in his voice: "Who is on the sofa?"

He really wanted to reply: "There is no one on the sofa, how can people hide in the sofa?"

However, at this moment, the rat on Sid's thigh had eaten the residue and was still tossing. Even Sid could feel the slight shaking of the sofa himself.

Why can't I make the base more stable?

Sid complained.

What's worse is that there is Baden Street outside. Not only are there cavalry officers patrolling the streets, but dozens of mercenaries waiting for their lives. As long as there is a little big noise, Sid will expose himself.

Because of this, Sid was unable to design this assassination plan.

what to do?

If he goes out and fights hard, Sid is 50% sure that he can kill Sir Hoffman three times, but he is not sure that he will not ask for help or make trouble!

If you give up assassination and run away now, Sid is confident that you can escape from birth, but Hoffman, who has been monitoring him for three years, cannot recognize him. Not to mention Sidmond wearing a mask, even Hoffman can transform into gray!

For a monitor, what does it mean if there is a problem with the monitoring object?
To be continued...