Whatever, he's just an unknown assassin. He takes on jobs and gets by day to day. Who knows what tomorrow brings Maybe one day he can't do it anymore and starves in his own home. He doesn't care about what happens on the battlefield at all.,"Whew—I told you so. I waited outside for a full five minutes and didn't see you come out. I thought you might have messed up, but it turns out you just had a broken artery; no matter, as long as you finished the job. That way...we can be considered both people and loot.",As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。