"Sir, I have a question."
Just as Zhou Yi was about to leave for good with Fox in hand, Ary, though somewhat timid, still asked curiously, "Are you... really an assassin?"
Why would an assassin not make a move against him, but instead kill the assassin sent to kill him, and only ask him to lower the price of the medicine afterward?
Could such a person really be an assassin?
Zhou Yi clearly intended to spare him, which was why Ary had both the curiosity and courage to ask that question.
"Right now, I am an assassin."
Zhou Yi stopped. Pure white moonlight streamed in through the window and fell across him, making him seem like a divine being descended into the mortal world.
"But though I dwell in darkness, my heart seeks the light."
"I want this world, shrouded in darkness and teetering on the brink of disorder, to welcome back the order of light."
"In the near future, you may call me... a Templar Knight!"
After saying that, Zhou Yi swiftly departed with Fox in hand, his steps slightly faster than usual.
There was no other reason.
"Too embarrassing..."
Zhou Yi felt the urge to turn around and silence Ary permanently.
He had not been acting like a cringey teenager just now. He had merely been rehearsing the sort of speech a Templar Knight might need in the future.
The results were promising. As expected, Zhou Yi's embarrassment hit him hard...
"I'll have to overcome it slowly," Zhou Yi thought. "There's only one audience member now, but later on..."
"Templar Knight... bringing order..." Ary muttered. After a long while, he made a decision.
Inside the abandoned factory being used as a training base, cries of agony rang out one after another.
"Ah! Are you serious?"
"You're hitting