The guild masters of Mudhouse and Two Rings were dead.
The Heaven Medicine Party was shattered, and Oban VanKloss finally died too.
‘Let’s go back, Oliver.’
I climbed onto his shoulder like a scarf and said.
“Yes… let’s go back.”
==
And the Imperial Palace.
The most private chamber of the Emperor.
The path leading there was soaked with blood.
The two Imperial guards who always protected the entrance to the Emperor’s chamber were lying face down in their armor.
Blood trickled from their helmets.
The fact that there were only two guard corpses meant this killing was done very quickly and stealthily.
The door was slightly open.
Entering, there was a red carpet on the floor.
Originally, a eunuch who attended to the Emperor should have been waiting.
That eunuch was dead with his tongue sticking out.
There were marks on his neck where a dagger had been embedded.
Blood gushed from there, but it didn’t show against the red carpet.
Considering that the eunuchs guarding the Emperor also conceal formidable combat abilities, the assassin who entered here must be no ordinary skilled person.
Moreover, there are magical alarm systems here.
It’s impossible to disable them in advance through accomplices.
Yet the intruder infiltrated without triggering those alarms.
Truly an infiltration technique impossible for anyone but a master thief.
The assassin who had removed all obstacles walked steadily.
Not a trace of presence could be felt.
The identity of the assassin was an elderly man with neatly tied white hair.
His body was tall and taut, dressed in black infiltration clothes.
He carried only one dagger, and peculiarly had six fingers. What’s known as hexadactyly.
The Emperor was not sleeping.
“Should I behead the captain of the Imperial Guard.”
He sat at a table, inhaling the scent of strong liquor.
“No, that would be too pitiful. Who would have known that a master thief believed to be dead would infiltrate personally…”
He doesn’t seem scared despite the approaching assassin.
“Isn’t that right, Cherin Ferang.”
The six-fingered master thief, Cherin Ferang.
Once the most renowned thief whose fame echoed across the continent.
And being the greatest thief means one can also become the greatest assassin.
He opened his mouth.
“Zhang Wureng.”
“…Oh.”
The Emperor smiled.
“It’s been a while since I heard my name, so it feels strange.”
Who would dare call the Emperor by his given name?
“You have committed too great a sin.”
“Sin? How dare a sewer rat like you discuss my sins.”
“How many deaths have you caused?”
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Cherin Ferang stopped speaking.
He hadn’t come here to argue with the Emperor.
“You and Oban VanKloss joined forces. And thus separated the Sword Saint from me.”
“Die.”
Facing the unprecedented achievement of assassinating the Emperor.
Cherin Ferang’s face showed no sign of ecstasy.
Rather, anxiety was apparent.
His body rippled like a shadow and shot forward.
But the tip of the dagger stopped just in front of the Emperor’s nape.
“Why do you hesitate?”
“…You don’t fear.”
The Emperor laughed heartily.
“Fear? I have experienced too much to fear death.”
An Emperor who could still be called a young man.
Barely past thirty, yet able to be so calm in the face of death?
That made Cherin Ferang’s hand hesitate.
“You must be curious. Shall I tell you?”
“…”
The Emperor brought his lips to Cherin Ferang’s ear.
“…Already, … this … .”
“…!”
Cherin Ferang’s eyes widened.
He had investigated everything beforehand.
But was that information completely wrong?
If so, everything is in vain.
Oban VanKloss’s death, and the critical opportunity given to Cherin Ferang because of it.
“Will you just leave then?”
The Emperor must have noticed Cherin Ferang’s wavering heart.
However, he didn’t answer that way.
“No.”
The dagger cut through the Emperor’s throat.
Pak!
It was an instant.
“Keurhk, keureurhk.”
Blood gushed simultaneously from the Emperor’s mouth and the wound on his neck.
“Keureurhk.”
Though difficult to understand.
It was clearly laughter.
The Emperor collapsed with a thud.
Cherin Ferang hurriedly turned around.
Escaping would certainly be more arduous than infiltrating.
His shoulders were heavy with despair as he left.
==
Luck comes rushing like a storm!
Honestly, I was almost regretting giving the Incense of Great Fortune to Oliver.
When we got lost while digging the tunnel, Oliver would roughly pick a direction.
As we dug in that direction, gold nuggets, fist-sized raw rubies, and other treasures would pop up – in a place that’s not even a mine.
“I’m thirsty.”
When he muttered that, we came upon a cave lake with flowing groundwater – surely not a coincidence.
In less than an hour, we found a manhole leading to the surface.
“Whoa! We-we survived!”
“Ssasasa!”
It was hard to believe we had escaped so easily from the collapsed underground cave.
At that moment, amazingly, someone screamed from behind.
“Mo-move, get out of the way! Move!”
When Oliver turned his head, a carriage was rushing toward us from behind.
The manhole had opened right in the middle of a main road.
“Wha-what!”
Oliver had no choice but to throw himself aside.
Urgently rolling on the ground.
But suddenly his body sank.
Of all places, he had thrown himself toward the basement window of the building next to them.
Crash!
Breaking through the window, Oliver and I tumbled down into the basement.
And someone was there.
A white-haired old man in black clothes, sitting quietly in lotus position.
“Ugh!”
“Waaah!”
Oliver screamed, and the white-haired old man was startled too.
“Who is it!”
The moment the white-haired old man suddenly drew his dagger.
Oliver recognized him.
“Ma-Master?”
Master?
If he’s Oliver’s master…
Could it be the one who taught him dagger technique.
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Wow!
“Noksu… is that you?”
Cherin Ferang seemed to recognize Oliver.
Oliver was about to express joy but was suddenly greatly surprised.
“Master, your wounds…”
Cherin Ferang had several arrows stuck in his body. The wounds seemed quite severe.
“Good timing. Come here!”
He suddenly grabbed Oliver’s arm and pulled him.
“I am dying. I will transfer my magic power to you.”
“What?”
It seemed the Incense of Great Fortune was still working.
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