Acker did not speak, but the "Iron Wire" in his hand seed to co to life, not only revolving around him but occasionally raising its head like a serpent.
Watching this scene, Eivor's plump face grew more helpless.
"Can you put away your 'Spider Silk'?
I really am just passing by!
Our grudges were completely settled in that duel twenty years ago!
Neither 'Bloodflow' nor 'Shadowflow' has anything to do with us any longer!
You have your children.
I have my children.
We are just ordinary fathers."
Eivor spread his hands.
Then, he glanced at the scattered debris on the ground and after a mont's contemplation, the enthusiastic fat cook said—
"You are a father who takes action for his children.
Have you decided to co clean to Alvin and Alma?"
In response to Elvo's inquiry, Acker still did not reply, but he put away the 'Spider Silk'.
The whole process involved only a slight movent of his fingers, and the iron wire disappeared.
It was not a spatial tool.
But a secret of 'Assassin. Blood Flow'.
Even Eivor, who ca from 'Assassin. Shadowstream,' did not know where it had gone.
Both sides had secrets.
Indeed, as he had just said, both sides, now married with children, wanted nothing more than to live peacefully and not to be disturbed.
Of course, if they were indeed disturbed...
Then they would kill.
Assassins have a creed.
Fathers also have a bottom line.
And that is their children.
When their children are threatened, these two creeds converge into one: kill to prevent killing.
Kill until there is no one left on the other side.
Giving up? Such a notion does not exist.
Both Acker and Eivor understood this.
What it ant to have a thief's heart that never dies.
What it ant for dead embers to flare up again.
So the only way was to annihilate completely.
"Let's go. I'll take out those guys for you, then I'll help you and Alvin and Alma leave South Los—sigh, I should never have been curious about why such bastard-looking n appeared on Cork Street, so coincidentally passing by my stall and targeting Alvin.
I'm just a simple mobile snack stall owner!
My food is well-received; even the 'Spirit dium' of South Los couldn't stop praising it after eating!
Why should I get involved in sothing so dangerous?
Sigh!"
Eivor grumbled on and on.
This too was a kind of enthusiasm.
After quietly listening, Acker said in a low voice.
"Thank you."
At this thanks, Eivor imdiately showed a look of surprise.
"Thank you? You're actually saying thank you?
The forr captain of 'Hidden Blade' under The Old Earl of South Los is saying thanks?
To , a 'Shadowstream' n?
I suddenly realize, our mutual defeat twenty years ago wasn't such a bad thing after all, not only did it lead us to our respective wives and children, but it even made you thank ...
Hmm, after this is over, I'll definitely have you try my cooking.
I'll make you my best horse ma sauce sandwich and cupcake, along with two glasses of orange juice—don't be discontent, that's the sa deal I gave the 'Spirit dium'."
With his exaggerated tone, Eivor beca even more talkative.
And Acker, the man who had played the part of an honest person for decades, barely moved his lips.
In the end, he said nothing at all.
They walked out of the alley, one after the other.
Even with assud nas and hidden identities, so things never change.
Their delicate relationship made them choose to trust each other while being cautious of one another.
"As the inheritor of 'Bloodflow', you can't go to Inner Bay anymore. If you did, that 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' by Old Lion's side, your cheap senior brother, would probably go mad."
"So, set sail!
"The vast sea is a man's dream!
"Before you set sail, take the orange juice I gave you. It will make you appreciate the wonders of the world!"
Eivor said as he walked.
This ti, even Acker couldn't hold back.
"Shut up!"
His usually mild-mannered father growled.
"Alright, alright, I'll shut up!
"But before I do, can I ask you one more thing—
"Where do you keep your 'Spider Silk'? I haven't slled anything odd!"
Eivor raised his hands in surrender and stopped in his tracks, tilting his upper body to one side.
The iron wire-like 'Spider Silk' whizzed past the ear of the self-proclaid chef assassin.
"Next ti, it will be your mouth.
"I'll have 'Spider Silk' seal it up."
Alk said coldly.
Eivor imdiately lowered his right hand to the left side of his mouth, then dragged it across to the right.
The portly chef could feel that Alk was truly angry now.
So, the words 'what exactly was the promise you made to your wife Bana' that were on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed back down.
Eivor knew about Alk's late wife.
And he was quite curious about her.
As far as he knew, Lady Bana's father was once a target of Alk.
Simply put, Alk killed Lady Bana's father, then stumbled upon the young Lady Bana and ultimately, decided to spare her.
The result?
Twenty years ago, when he and Alk had dueled over the conflict between 'Bloodflow' and 'Shadowflow' to mutual ruin, Lady Bana had appeared.
He could tell that Alk had experienced a shock back then, but he didn't regret it; instead, he seed resigned to death.
But who would have thought that Lady Bana would save Alk?
And she even bandaged him as a bonus.
All in all, she was a decent lady.
But truly not suited for Acker.
When Eivor learned that Lady Bana had married Acker, he had marveled at the terrifying unpredictability of life—Eivor swore by his assassin's intuition that Lady Bana was up to no good, even if she was a good person.
He harbored suspicions and made guesses.
But he couldn't talk to Acker about them.
Or perhaps...
Did Acker also know?
Eivor couldn't be sure.
The last ti he had heard news of Acker was when Lady Bana died in childbirth after giving birth to Alma.
Regarding 'death in childbirth', Eivor was skeptical.
'Torture, huh?
'You plan to torture Acker for a lifeti?
'But are not Alvin and Alma your children?
'Or are you using your own children as tools for revenge?'
Eivor looked at Acker walking ahead.
The once upright figure was now bent with age.
Under the evening sun, his grizzled temples seed even more weathered.
Anyone seeing Acker now would never guess that he was once the dashing captain of 'Hidden Blade', a covert unit under the Old Earl of South Los.
That captain was dead, for sure.
Now, only a guilt-wracked old father remained.
'Lady Bana, your heart is truly cruel.'
Eivor shook his head lightly.
Then, he quickened his pace.
About five minutes after the two assassins had left, a Siberian Husky suddenly poked its head out from a corner of the alley, its face bearing a lofty coldness, its eyes filled with wisdom.
Then, it disappeared back into the shadows.
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