The waiting time in line wasn't very long; it was soon Liens's turn.

Following the actions of the people in front of him, Liens first took out his identity wooden Card and placed it on the counter.

Then, he amiably asked the Counter Miss in front of him, "I'm new here, and I'm here to receive a 'newbie mission.' May I ask what my mission is?"

"Please wait a moment… Alright, here is your 'mission slip,' please keep it safe."

The Counter Miss gave Liens a professional smile and said indifferently.

Her movements were quick; having seen the previous cases, she knew Liens was likely also a newcomer, so she had already prepared the 'mission slip' in advance.

After Liens handed over his wooden Card, she filled in Liens's personal identification number on two 'mission slips'.

Then she handed one 'mission slip' to Liens and kept the other.

This completed the process of receiving the mission.

Liens picked up his wooden Card and 'mission slip,' moved aside, and walked to the side to check the contents of the 'mission slip.'

The content wasn't extensive, and he finished reading it quickly.

To summarize simply, it was—who to kill? When to kill? Where to kill?

"Liens, what's your mission?"

Ben walked over to Liens to inquire about the other mission details.

"To kill an Outer City guard, tonight. What about yours?"

Liens looked up at Ben and replied.

The mission description was very detailed, not only including the target's identity, appearance, and other descriptions but also marking where the target would appear tonight.

It could be said that besides the act of killing, he didn't need to do any preparatory work.

"My mission target is a merchant, also tonight."

Ben's tone was a bit low.

Evidently, he felt some guilt for the Life he was about to end with his own hands, but the limitations of his identity forced him to do so.

This undoubtedly made him feel even more self-reproachful.

"Are both missions tonight?"

"Are they in such a hurry to have us newcomers complete our 'baptism'?"

"Or is it just a coincidence?"

"Just happened to have available missions that were suitable, so they arranged for us to complete them."

Liens said to Ben seemingly unintentionally.

"Coincidence?"

Ben was a bit confused.

Because of his self-reproach, Ben automatically considered himself the main reason "why others would die."

He believed that it was precisely because he needed 'baptism' that the family specifically prepared such killing missions.

Although Liens didn't know Ben's specific psychological changes, he could roughly guess how uncomfortable he felt.

So he decided to comfort Ben.

"The mission description is too detailed; it even knows when and where the mission target will appear."

"This indicates that the family must have observed the target for a long time."

"And under what circumstances would the family expend effort and time to investigate someone?"

"Probably only when the target has been set long ago."

"So, there was a mission first, and then we were assigned to carry it out."

"It's not because of us that the family issued such a mission."

Liens explained to Ben.

"Ben, you need to know, we are merely knives, and it is never the knife that kills, but the one who wields it."

Liens whispered to Ben.

His voice was very soft but clearly entered Ben's ears.

"Yes, we are just knives… just knives!"

"Sorry… for making you worry, Liens."

Ben stood still for a moment, muttering to himself, then let out a heavy sigh after regaining his composure, apologizing to Liens with some remorse on his face.

He knew that Liens's words just now were meant to enlighten him and dispel the confusion in his heart.

"There's nothing to apologize for; as a friend, it's my duty to offer some comfort to a friend who is in a state of despair."

"Although I don't know exactly what you've figured out, I'm relieved to see you return to your normal state."

Liens waved his hand at Ben, signaling him not to be so polite.

"Mmm, thank you for your reminder; it made me understand some things."

Ben looked at Liens seriously; at this moment, he had recognized his place.

They were merely tools of the Glenbagen Family, utterly unable to decide their own fate.

Just as a knife cannot decide who uses it or how it is used.

Given this, why should they wallow in self-pity? It wasn't their fault. This chapter was originally posted on *.

"But Liens, what exactly have you been through to be able to understand such a problem at such a young age?"

Ben sighed, exclaiming to Liens.

"Didn't I tell you… I'm just an orphan, and after being kicked out of the orphanage, I've been making a living in the Outer City for over a year."

"Some things are hard to understand simply because one is too caught up in the situation, trapped by oneself, that's all."

"So don't think I'm smart or insightful or anything."

"Everyone encounters confusion sometimes; if no one reminds you, next time try to think from a different perspective."

"Don't be so stubborn, hitting a wall and not turning back, just knocking yourself out."

Regarding Ben's sigh, Liens merely shook his head slightly and chuckled, indicating that he was just an ordinary person.

"Alright, no time for more chatting; I see Harriman waving at us."

"It seems everyone has received their respective missions and is gathering with Senior Jonathan there."

"Let's hurry over too."

Liens interrupted Ben's intention to continue speaking, pointing in a direction and reminding him.

Upon hearing this, Ben turned his gaze in the direction Liens indicated and saw that everyone else had indeed gathered there, leaving just the two of them.

Seeing this, Liens and Ben quickly walked over.

"What were you two just talking about, so seriously? I kept waving, but you didn't see me."

After Liens and Ben joined the group, Harriman stepped forward and asked the two curiously.

Harriman only waved and didn't shout to Liens and Ben because, being new, he didn't dare to make too much noise.

In fact, Liens and Ben had also kept their voices low during their conversation.

Firstly, they didn't want others to hear too much, and secondly, they were worried that loud talking would annoy others.

They were just newcomers; offending a senior here by accident would not be a good thing.

"Just discussing some life philosophies. After all, we might become important figures in the future, so we need to have some personal insights to live up to our status, don't we?"

Liens said to Harriman with a dismissive smile.

He knew Harriman's thoughts well and knew how to speak to stop him from asking further questions.

"Life insights? I didn't expect Liens to think further than me. It seems I need to prepare well too."

Harriman placed one hand on his chin, rubbing it left and right, appearing to be deep in thought, and pondered in his mind.

And seeing Harriman in thought, the smile on Liens's face grew wider.