Chapter 84: Go First!

19 Duke Street?

Tanier was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought of the young man with an ordinary face who pretended to be mysterious and called himself 'Rathor' they had met when they came to the 'House of the Night Watch'.

"They did it?"

The coincidence of the other party's appearance, as well as the determined demeanor afterwards, gave Tanier reason to doubt the other party.

The teacher of the Deer Academy and the second adviser of the Lord Police Department frowned.

"If they had planned everything, we'd better not go to 19 Duke Street now."

"because……"

"That Rathore may be looking for a scapegoat for that 'alliance'!"

Tanier said seriously.

"Um."

Jason didn't object to Tanier's words.

On the contrary, Jason also thinks what Tanier said makes sense.

Will an unmasked emissary, an organization that has never dealt with it, have good intentions?

maybe.

Or maybe not.

The latter has a higher proportion.

From the appearance of the young man who called himself 'Rasol', it was the other party who was casting bait.

Whether he is desperate to go to 19 Duke Street, or angry to seek revenge.

There, the other party must have made corresponding preparations.

As for staying in the 'Night Watchman's House'?

It is also what the other party is happy to see.

He, a murderer who assassinated Siwak VII, staying in the 'Night Watchman's House' will only bring disaster to the 'Night Watchman's House'.

The 'House of the Night Watch' is definitely not weak.

Including those 'apprentices', there are nearly 30 'professionals'.

Put it anywhere, it is the strength that makes people look at it.

But in West Walker.

In the capital Terte, it is not enough to sit back and relax.

The Siwok royal family, that Prince Ruitai, will definitely unite like never before in the face of such a thing—even if they seem to be in harmony, the gathered strength cannot be resisted by the people of the "Night Watch House".

Therefore, he had to leave the 'House of the Night Watchman'.

Also must go to 19 Duke Street.

There, it will be the key to breaking the game.

and……

He doesn't like to take the blame for others.

Tanier looked at his friend's expression and knew that his friend had made up his mind.

The teacher of the Deer Academy, the second consultant of the Lord Police Department, couldn't help but sighed.

"Okay, what should we do now?"

Jason kept walking, he said as he walked.

"The so-called moth is a creature that yearns for the light. It's just that the closer you get to the light, the clearer the darkness will be, and it will be burned by the candle itself—but at that moment, the light will be brighter!"

"Jason, what are you doing?"

"You don't want to die, do you?"

"We have other ways!"

"Going to the meeting alone sounds very romantic for a man, but living is everything."

Jason's crooning surprised Tanier.

The teacher of the Deer Academy and the second adviser of the Lord Police Department immediately dissuaded him.

Jason smiled.

"I am the most greedy for life and afraid of death."

"How could it be possible to seek death?"

Jason rolled his eyes, and then said in a lower voice: "A moth to a flame has never changed, but - who is the moth? Who is the flame? Are you sure?"

Tanier was taken aback.

"You want to be a hunter?"

Tanier asked in more blunt words.

"Everyone wants to be a hunter."

"but……"

"Everyone is prey."

As he spoke, Jason took out the note he had prepared a long time ago and handed it to Tanier.

"According to the above, it might be up to you whether we can make a comeback."

Jason asked.

"Um."

Tanier glanced at the information on the note and nodded solemnly.

Then, turn around and leave.

However, after taking a step, he turned around and said.

"If you dare to lie to me, I will never forgive you!"

"Even if you die,

I'll dig your grave too! "

Tanier said seriously.

"Do not worry."

"You have no chance!"

Jason said.

Tanier looked at his friend again, took a deep breath, nodded without speaking again, and then turned around and left.

Jason watched Tanier disappear into the alley before moving on.

He moved his body as he walked.

Then, he took out the hockey mask.

Put it on slowly.

After being blocked by the mask, a slightly dull voice sounded slowly——

"Hunting time."

...

Duke Street, as the name suggests, was once inhabited by a Duke.

Before the Walker Empire was divided into East and West Walker, the "Grand Duke Keston" owned it.

The Grand Duke is extremely kind and possesses wealth that is talked about.

Every time there is a famine, the Grand Duke will open a warehouse to release grain.

However, that natural disaster was too much for the warehouse.

After three years of drought, a year of floods.

Even the Grand Duke Keston, who is known as an invincibly rich country, has no surplus food.

but,

The victims did not believe it.

They besieged the manor of Grand Duke Keston and asked the Grand Duke to help them as in previous years. Even though the Grand Duke explained several times, it didn't have any effect.

Moreover, every explanation will make the victims feel cheated and insulted.

Once, twice.

Three times, four times.

At the fifth time, the disaster victims became a mob.

Archduke Keston was assassinated by an unknown mob.

Then, the bloody day began.

The mob, stimulated by the blood, rushed into the manor.

They loot everything they can see.

They kill everything they can see.

When the whole manor was stained red with blood, they opened the warehouse.

There is no food.

Although there is some bread in the kitchen, there is really no grain in the warehouse.

What Grand Duke Keston said is true.

The mob was stunned and terrified.

Then?

Most people lie to themselves.

Unwilling to continue searching.

then?

Unable to find them, they began to set their sights on other nobles.

This time the harvest was quite fruitful.

However, chaos also began to erupt in Walker's capital.

irrepressible.

unstoppable.

The riots of tens of thousands of people were provoked by people with good intentions, and quickly snowballed into riots that swept across the entire Walker Empire.

Millions of people are involved.

By the time the riot subsided, it was already six months later.

The entire Walker Empire is also divided into East and West Walker.

Siwok billed himself as orthodox.

Eastwalk was seen as a regime of the mob.

As for the original Grand Duke Keston?

No bones remained.

After the original mob hanged the Grand Duke at the gate, he dismembered and burned his body.

This is true for the grand duke's children as well.

Only such a Duke Street was left behind - the first emperor of East and West Walker reached a rare tacit agreement. In order to commemorate the Grand Duke, it was renovated and preserved to this day.

Even if it was stated at the time that they had seen the two Emperors His Majesty in front of the Grand Duke's manor at the beginning of the riot, it did not change any facts.

The emperor is still the emperor.

The declarant is already dead.

And the so-called truth?

Nobody knows.

No need to know either.

As long as you know that Duke Street is already one of the wealthy districts in Turtle, the capital of West Wok.

Today, successful businessmen, mid-level military officers, secretaries of some big names live here, etc.

Although it is not as good as those top wealthy districts, it is enough to make people envious.

However, Rathall dismissed it.

If it wasn't for the mission of the 'Alliance', he wouldn't be here at all.

Compared with this kind of 'civilian life'.

What he prefers is the extraordinary life of the 'mysterious side'.

From Rathore's point of view, the civilians who cannot possess "extraordinary power" are the same as the cattle and sheep around them, there is no essential difference, and it is to provide them with "food".

Even if one possesses 'extraordinary power', he is nothing but an inferior person.

It is a entourage and servant in line with one's own identity.

Only become a 'professional'!

That's the real person.

And such people are bound to be a minority.

After all, there are only seventy-seven professionals in each profession.

Some occupations have also disappeared in the long river of time with the passage of time.

Example: fortune teller.

Compared with other occupations with a "sixth level", the "Star Gazer and Fortune Teller", which can only reach the third level at most, is really not enough to look at.

However, fortune tellers are still welcomed by all 'professionals'.

Because, it is so convenient.

At this moment, Rathore was sitting in front of a third-level 'stargazer'.

"How? Will it work?"

Rathall asked.

"Well, according to the trajectory of the stars, we're going to hit it big."

The fortune teller replied.

The fortune teller, who was wearing a thick robe and covered his face with a face scarf, had an old voice, and the only exposed eyes were bright and sharp.

Already a Tier 4 'Assassin', Rathore, who is a 'Wanderer', didn't want to meet the other party's eyes.

He always thought he would be seen through.

Even if both parties are in an 'alliance', they both have their own secrets.

No one wants to appear naked in front of each other.

Not just embarrassment.

will...

fatal.

"very good."

After Rathore finished speaking, he got up and left the room.

Now that the plan is successful.

He just waits for the harvest.

'Helke's potion'...he is bound to get it!

Even the refined ones are the same.

Otherwise, with his talent, the fourth-order 'Assassin' is the limit.

It will never be possible to reach the fifth order!

If you don't become Tier 5, you will never be able to enter the real 'Alliance'.

To this end, he had to use some small means.

Thankfully, there are more than one like him.

The fortuneteller in front of me is.

So are the other 'professionals' in 19 Duke Street.

Of course, the assassination of Sivok VII was not led by these few people, but a decision made by the 'Alliance'.

them?

It's just that on this basis, follow the trend.

As for the end?

Naturally, someone will take the blame.

"Do you really think you're going to get it all?"

Thinking of the pawn selected by the 'Alliance', who had been so glorious in the past few years, Rathore felt a strong jealousy from the bottom of his heart.

But then there was sarcasm and ridicule.

"Do you really think you are God's favorite?"

"You don't even know that 'all the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced' - the more you get, the more you will pay after tonight!"

Thinking of the happy place, Rathore laughed out loud.

Total schadenfreude.

However, such laughter stopped abruptly at the next moment.

Because, he saw Jason.

Jason wearing a cloak, holding a double-edged long sword and wearing scales inside.

At this moment, the sword's edge was stained with blood, which was slowly dripping.

"Your Excellency Jason, you..."

Rathore began to back away as he spoke.

He wanted to attract Jason.

However, the scene in front of him was not what he wanted.

Needless to ask, his 'allies' are dead.

He didn't know how Jason managed to kill three fourth-tier 'professionals' silently in such a short period of time, and was able to break through the layers of traps they set—when confirming the death of King Siwok VII , he has activated these traps.

This is also one of the most important reasons why he is sure to unite three fourth-tier 'professionals' and kill a dual-professional 'fifth-tier'.

The doubts in his heart made Rathore feel extremely uneasy.

He knew very well that he had to act now.

otherwise……

It is death.

So, while speaking, Rathore pulled the string inside the cuff with his little finger.

This is a set of mechanisms hidden in his body,

The hidden poisonous needle can be shot from the collar button.

Of course, it is far from enough to deal with a dual-professional 'fifth-level'.

But if you stop it a little bit, you can still do it.

As long as you give him a second, he is sure to escape.

As a 'Wanderer' of the fourth rank of 'Assassin', he has such confidence.

But before his little finger touched the string, Jason in front of him drew out his sword.

Wide open and close.

The momentum is heavy.

It is completely the sword skills of the 'knights'.

but,

Very fast!

It was almost unbelievable that Lathore, a fourth-order "rogue" of the "Assassin", didn't react at all, and just fell into a pool of blood.

Squeak.

Rathall fell to the ground.

The door behind him opened.

The fortune teller came out.

After looking down at Rathore's body, he sighed softly.

"Ignorance is not terrible."

"Greed is not terrible."

"Because that's how it is for everyone."

"only……"

"A fly that eats honey will drown in the honey."

After the fortune teller finished speaking, he looked at Jason in front of him.

Those words seemed to mean something.

But Jason in front of him didn't care, turned around and left.

"Still so cold."

"Aren't you going to smile?"

"After all, victory is close at hand!"

The fortune teller chuckled and said in a relaxed tone.

"There's no real victory so close."

"Wait until the real victory..."

"talk later."

After Jason finished speaking, he quickened his pace.

"Being so calm all the time makes life boring!"

The fortune teller sighed helplessly.

"Life?"

"This is hell."

Jason said, raising his hand.

call!

A fireball flew into the room behind him. ,

The flames rise.

In an instant, the morning mist that had not dissipated was evaporated by the fire.

Like a torch in the night.

Also like a lighthouse at night.

It illuminated Jason, who had just arrived nearby, with a stunned and surprised face covered by a mask.

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