Ashen Dragon

Chapter 361: Chapter 285 Assassin

“Over there, be careful not to knock over my crystal candlestick, that was personally crafted by Master Hesky.”

Count Alcott said displeased.

“Yes, yes, my Lord.”

The guard held the candlestick tremblingly, moving slowly, afraid of any collision.

“Crash!”

The crystal candlestick fell, shattering into pieces.

...

The guard looked at the earl, his mouth involuntarily agape, filled with terror.

“M-my Lord.”

“You damn scum! Do you not understand what I’m saying? That crystal candlestick was personally crafted by Master Hesky!”

Count Alcott was immediately furious, even his beard curled up. He stormed forward in a rage, grabbing the guard by the chest and lifting him up.

The guard, trembling all over, pointed behind Alcott.

“M-my Lord, behind you.”

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“What?”

Count Alcott, still fuming, instinctively turned his head.

“Crash—”

Another clear sound rang out, but this time it was the sound of a glass window being shattered, with shards even hitting him.

Several freakish-looking men in tuxedos barged in, their pale faces emanating a faint smell of blood, wearing eerie smiles.

“Who… who are you? What do you want?”

Count Alcott panicked instantly, his hand, which was still grabbing the guard, loosened, and his tall, fat body trembled slightly.

The Swashbuckler shouted aggressively:

“This is a heist!”

“What a joke! I am Count Alcott Suhl!”

“We’re here for the count!”

The Swashbuckler sneered, approaching step by step with a dagger in hand.

“It’s… it’s an enemy!”

“Guards, come protect me!”

“Alyosha, where are you? Come out quickly!”

Count Alcott was so terrified that he collapsed on the ground, crawling backward in a panic.

But when he turned his head back, he was once again scared stiff.

In just a moment, all the elite guards present were lying in pools of blood, not making a single sound.

Beside their corpses, almost every one of them had a vampire standing next to them, one even tastefully licking blood off their blade.

It seemed the vampires had long since infiltrated the mansion.

All his guards were dead.

At the doorway, a corpse wearing shiny plate armor lay, with poisoned arrows piercing his neck, arms, and head—that was Guard Captain Alyosha, his most formidable guard, who had also died unexpectedly at the hands of the vampires.

“Alyosha…”

“How could this be…”

Count Alcott was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, muttering to himself.

A moment later, he realized the gravity of the situation and scrambled to the floor in a panic, trembling as he begged for mercy.

“I-I am Count Orcas, don’t kill me, I can give you land, titles, and money!”

The Swashbuckler stared at him, tilting his head with a strange expression, asking:

“If we kill you, wouldn’t all your money be ours? Besides, the heavenly soldiers of the kingdom are on their way, your promises of land and titles are worthless!”

“I have more money, I can give you more. This isn’t all my savings, no, I…”

Under the threat to his life, Count Alcott was so scared he became incoherent.

But in the next moment, the Swashbuckler mercilessly raised the hand crossbow, revealing sharp fangs with a confident smile.

“Sorry.”

“We Nocturne leave no witnesses.”

“Whoosh—”

The poisoned arrow shot through the air but was blocked by a transparent membrane.

It turned out that the amulet on Count Alcott’s body had triggered, releasing protective magic to block the fatal blow.

“I-I’m not dead!”

Count Alcott felt his neck in disbelief, feeling a sense of relief, and staggered up, trying to flee.

The Swashbuckler’s expression turned grim.

“Damn it, I finally delivered a cool line, and you give me this?”

“Die!

He casually reloaded the crossbow and fired another shot at the fleeing count’s back.

“Whoosh—”

However, another invisible force field wall rose up, blocking the arrow once more.

The Swashbuckler gritted his teeth, watching the count stumble away, his face contorting in anger.

“Dare to defy a gold medal killer.”

“Damn it, everyone get him, I refuse to believe he can survive!”

“Boss, let me!”

With the Swashbuckler’s command, vampires from all directions eagerly pounced on the target.

In an instant, sharp daggers, poisoned arrows, and gleaming needles rained upon the earl.

“D-don’t come any closer!”

“Aargh…”

Count Alcott foamed at the mouth, his corpulent body crashing to the ground, veins turning purple, clearly lifeless.

The Swashbuckler walked over to the corpse, his face darkened, kicking it while muttering to himself:

“Couldn’t you have let me look cool for once before dying?”

“Boss, look here!”

“We’ve hit the jackpot!”

Wolf of the Dark Night’s excited voice rang out.

The Swashbuckler turned his head, immediately lighting up at the sight—tens of thousands of gold coins piled on a carriage, along with various luxurious and valuable paintings, jewelry, and even sculptures.

“Damn, this fat pig was really rich!”

However, the emblem on his chest suddenly lit up, and Mezulash, the overall head of Nocturne’s voice, unexpectedly echoed in his ears.

“Seventy percent of the loot goes to the organization.”

“…”

The Swashbuckler immediately fell silent.

…

The next morning, the residents of Vichy City woke from their sleep, feeling the entire city permeated with the smell of blood.

Following that, they were horrified to find—the soldiers on the city walls slaughtered completely, the earl’s mansion littered with corpses and blood, even Count Alcott stripped and dead in the reception hall.

The bloated corpse had a piece of paper humorously covering an important area.

“Grand Duke Oliver has been assassinated, perpetrated by ‘Nocturne.'”

People shuddered in fear.

This couldn’t be called an assassination, it was a thorough massacre.

“Oh gods…”

“Who could be behind this?”

“This is terrifying, it’s like Hell!”

The maid who escaped the massacre felt extremely fortunate for having survived.

But city order wasn’t thrown into chaos; instead, it became even more orderly because they found another sloppily written note, stuck on the face of Captain Alyosha’s corpse—

“Stay put and surrender to the kingdom, anyone causing trouble will die tonight.”

…

Meanwhile, in the suburb of Vichy City.

Charlotte and the members of [Magic Coin] waited in silence.

However, there was still no sign of the treasure-laden convoy or the corpulent count at the end of the road.

Staring at the empty road, Charlotte couldn’t help but mutter: “Damn it, this scum is unreliable, he clearly promised to meet at noon, why isn’t he here yet?”

Lonely as Snow couldn’t help but retort: “President, making deals like this and you talk about reliability?”

Yes, Magic Coin had returned to their old trade.

Double-crossing.

The “mysterious mage proficient in teleportation,” rumored to be the savior of many Northern Nobility, was actually Charlotte in disguise, deliberately spreading the news.

To date, Magic Coin had devoured the fortunes of two barons, a viscount, and all their assets.

Charlotte wagged a finger, speaking earnestly: “You’re mistaken, can player activities be called conning? This is called reasonable use of game resources.”

“It’s these people breaking their promises, they deserve to die for it!”

“…”

Lonely as Snow fell silent again.

Charlotte sighed: “Let’s go, this deal was probably intercepted, but no worries, we still have several other deals.”