Bab 329: Chapter-329

"Look here, kid. I've got one of these fancy troll lockets too, and I have to say, this works pretty well," the assassin remarked, taking out the locket and displaying it to Anon.

The troll locket resembled exactly like the one Anon possessed.

"Well, time to run," Anon declared, starting to turn around, but before he could escape, the assassin materialized before him.

"No one escapes me, kid," the assassin warned, brandishing a knife and placing it against Anon's neck.

"I am the best assassin in the elfs, i am the strongest, i am the Sharpest and i am the fastest." Clint spoke as he looked at Anon with a smile and started talking about how good of an assassin he is.

"Yeah, no kidding," Anon muttered, feeling helpless as he gazed at the knife.

Suddenly an idea triggered in his mind.

'Gin, Bite him boy. I want you to distract him for a second.' Anon ordered gin.

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