I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 424: Chapter 288: Viscount’s Revenge
 

Peacock City.

A noble estate in the Central District.

Viscount Harrington was strolling along the garden path, the lawns on both sides were neatly maintained by the gardeners, a clean expanse of greenery, tidy and beautiful.

Many busy servants stopped their work and bowed to him when they saw the Viscount.

“Hmm, I’m aware of the matter.”

Viscount Harrington said indifferently without looking back.

“Inform the butler and the head maid that once Trill returns, don’t let her go out again.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The several bodyguards who were closely following behind him nodded and immediately turned to leave.

They didn’t ask the Viscount how to deal with the young magician named Jack; since the Viscount had not made any arrangements, they needn’t worry about it.

However, knowing the Viscount’s character, he would likely make sure that fellow suffered.

Viscount Harrington kept walking without stopping, heading towards the back of the estate. He unlocked an iron gate with a key, entering a small grove.

Only one bodyguard continued to follow closely by his side.

This man was tall and burly, dressed in a crisp black suit with a wide-brimmed hat, his entire face hidden within a thick scarf. Even his hands were covered with leather gloves, not a single piece of skin exposed.

He looked like a patient with some kind of skin disease, covered from head to toe.

Viscount Harrington and the tall bodyguard passed through the grove and arrived at a vintage, two-story cabin.

The cabin looked rather old, its exterior walls a deep brown, the eaves overgrown with various fungi and moss. In fact, ever since Viscount Harrington could remember, the cabin had always existed within this grove, seemingly left by his ancestors. He even often played here as a child.

Viscount Harrington pushed open the door of the cabin and went straight upstairs.

Several figures were sitting on old wooden chairs, appearing to have been waiting for some time.

“What is so important that you had to come to my estate?”

Viscount Harrington asked with a slight frown as he looked at the several figures in the dim light.

He did not sit down, standing at the top of the stairs.

The tall bodyguard remained by his side, not moving an inch.

“Viscount Harrington, we had no choice… The next Treasure Hunt Meeting is about to begin, but we’re a bit short on ‘treasure,’ and we can’t just make do and get by. Otherwise, the reputation that you and I have worked so hard to build would plummet,” one of the figures said.

“Capturing people has always been the responsibility of that Blue Sail Gang under you… Are you telling me that you employ a bunch of incompetents? The goods are always short in number!” Viscount Harrington said coldly.

“Calm down, Viscount. Since we’re in business together, if a problem arises, we must solve it together, don’t you agree?” the figure said with a laugh.

Viscount Harrington fell silent for a few seconds, then asked:

“How long until the next auction?”

“Five days.”

“Now, Peacock City’s Security Office is alerted, and even the higher-level Shelters are concerned… With such short notice, it’s difficult to make up the number of goods.”

“We have faith in you, Viscount. After all, in this Peacock City, who else has the power and status that you do?” the figure chuckled.

Viscount Harrington scoffed at the insincere flattery, and declared firmly:

“I’ll find a way to supply the missing goods, but for this auction, I’ll take twenty percent more of the profits… Additionally, I need another small favor from you.”

“Oh, twenty percent is too much, ten percent at most,” the figure haggled.

“Fifteen percent, no less,” the Viscount said.

The figure pondered for a moment, then chuckled again:

“Alright, let’s meet each other halfway… Now, Viscount, what favor do you want us to do?”

“Teach a young man a lesson for me,” Viscount Harrington said icily.

“Oh, Viscount, there’s no need for us to get involved in such matters, is there? Your bodyguards are quite capable, or you could spend a little money for those idlers on the streets to do it for you,” the figure seemed surprised, thinking Viscount Harrington was making a big deal out of something trivial.

“That young man is no ordinary person; I suspect he’s a Transcendent,” Viscount Harrington said gravely.

“Recently, my daughter Tracey and he have become quite close, so to prevent some family secrets and our affairs from being exposed, it would be best if you acted quickly.”

“Alright, what a bother… I will have the Blue Sail Gang take action, and then send two of our brothers to hide among them. No matter if that fellow is a Transcendent or not, he will end up spending his days in a sanatorium,” the figure agreed reluctantly.

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Evening.

After seeing Miss Tracey onto the carriage, Chen Lun headed back to the winery.

Since it wasn’t far from the winery, he decided to walk, taking the opportunity to observe the surroundings of the winery.

Walking along an uphill path, the buildings on both sides started looming larger, blocking the light from the setting sun and casting the street in twilight.

Chen Lun suddenly felt something and turned to walk into an alley.

A few breaths later, the faceless attendant from the Murder Club stepped out from the Spirit World.

“Good day, Mr. Qiaoke.”

“It’s nearly dark.”

Chen Lun cracked a joke.

“Good evening, Mr. Qiaoke.”

The faceless attendant, holding a tray and draping a clean white towel over his arm, said respectfully.

Chen Lun shrugged and shook his head with a smile.

“Do all Spiritual Messengers lack a sense of humor?” he muttered to himself.

“Has someone written a letter to me?”

He asked outright.

“No, Mr. Qiaoke… there is another matter. Since you’ve joined the Murder Club for a while and passed the initial observation period, the club has decided to open commission services for you.”

The faceless servant placed a tray in front of Chen Lun, on which lay a thick menu.

“This is the latest ‘Commission Menu.’ Should you need it, you can ‘order’ yourself and accept commissions… The specific contents and rewards are described in detail there.”

Chen Lun took the menu and glanced over it casually.

This was essentially the Murder Club’s commission catalog, all about murder commissions without exception. As for the rewards, they were all various kinds of Supernatural Wine.

In fact, in the Murder Club, there was a “Supernatural Wine Recycling Spot,” where members, if needed, could exchange their obtained Supernatural Wine for money, though the recycling price would be slightly lower than the market price.

‘Order now and kill on demand… online ordering?’ he chuckled to himself.

This was also one of the reasons why he had initially chosen to join the Murder Club.

There were countless murder commissions to choose from, and the rewards were particularly generous.

The rewards mentioned here were not only commission compensation but also relevant task rewards. Because of Chen Lun’s special player panel, he would trigger corresponding tasks upon accepting commissions!

It was like doing one task and getting two sets of rewards.

‘A task pool that I can pick from at will is a great help for my leveling endeavors,’ Chen Lun thought, smiling.

However, some commissions on the menu required a “Level” to partake.

Members of the Murder Club varied in strength, so to improve commission completion efficiency, they created an assassin ranking system for separation and selection.

It was divided into Bronze Cup, Silver Cup, and Golden Cup levels.

If the client had specific requirements, they would note the corresponding assassin level on the commission. Members wanting to take on higher-paying, more challenging commissions needed to increase their assassin level to gain higher access.

Generally speaking, the standard for members to pass an assessment was the completion rate and quantity of past commissions.

Currently, Chen Lun was merely at the lowest level of “Bronze Cup Killer.”

“Should Mr. Qiaoke make a selection, you can write the corresponding commission number on a slip of paper and deposit it into the ‘Black Box,’ so the club can pick up your order and lock it… until you complete the commission or die from it,” the faceless servant patiently explained.

“All right, I got it,” Chen Lun nodded, slipping the menu into his Blood Poem Ring.

At that moment.

A flurry of footsteps approached.

Chen Lun turned his head to look and saw that both ends of the alley had been blocked by a group of people.

“That’s the guy! The magician Jack from City Garden’s grand theater!”

“Go! Don’t let him get away!”

As they spoke, the group drew out daggers and iron rods and charged towards Chen Lun.

Chen Lun made a strange expression.

Mists swirled in his eyes, and soon he saw through the origins of these people.

‘Blue Sail Gang? And there are two assassins from the Black Knife Brotherhood hiding among them?’

At this point, the faceless servant turned his head, looking to Chen Lun for guidance:

“Mr. Qiaoke, do you need me to help you with this trouble?”

Chen Lun pulled out two Gold Pounds, placing them smilingly onto the servant’s tray.

“Thank you, but I need to get home. I’ll leave this to you.”

After speaking, he walked with his Silver Staff towards the alley’s exit, completely ignoring the dozen or so thugs rushing at him head-on.

The thugs snarled with laughter, already raising their weapons in hand.

But the next second, as if they had seen something terrible, they all became panicked and disordered.

“Monster! There’s a monster!”

“Ah! A monster without a face!”

The faceless servant elegantly appeared before the group. With a tray held steady in one hand, his other hand swung swiftly and breezily, effortlessly decapitating their necks or piercing their hearts.

Blood spattered against the old walls, and screams echoed through the alley.

The two Transcendents from the Black Knife Brotherhood were taken aback, trying to turn and flee, but the faceless servant quickly caught up to them, dragging both back into the alley.

There was no intense struggle—those two were merely Sequence Nine – Thieves, and they soon perished at the hands of the faceless servant.

Chen Lun walked on without looking back.

He passed by curious onlookers drawn to the alley by the noise, brushing past them without a second glance.

Meanwhile, his mind was pondering who might have sent those thugs.

‘The Simon Family? Or Viscount Harrington?’

The most suspicious were these two.

Hoyle’s two older brothers had been driven mad by him, and the Simon Family would certainly bear a grudge against him if they knew it was Chen Lun’s doing.

As for Miss Tracey, as the daughter of Viscount Harrington and of high status, dating him—an ostensibly “lowly” circus magician—would certainly enrage her father.

Corvey and his small-timers, on the other hand, were not perceived by Chen Lun to have such clout.

‘When in doubt, Card Divination,’ he chuckled to himself, carrying out a confirmation for the “Simon Family” and “Viscount Harrington.”

Eventually, the latter revealed a “King” card.

‘So it was you, Viscount Harrington… not only connected with the Blue Sail Gang but also involved with the Black Knife Brotherhood.’

A smile appeared on Chen Lun’s face.

He tugged at the brim of his hat, his figure slowly disappearing into the streets.