Two solid-colored tall horses pulled a carriage made of sandalwood, driving from the city gate to the center of Bhutan City.
"Your Majesty the Duke, do you really want to help the rebels defend the city?"
Edmund Zin Ortiz, this imposing middle-aged man, sat on the soft sofa of the carriage, his fingers lightly clasped on a bronze lantern, half-smiling.
"Oh, since Tino is willing to hand over half of the artwork, then I will naturally not break the contract."
"But..." The assassin hiding in the shadow of the carriage hesitated, "Sultan is supported by Letania. Will our actions offend the Witch King and push Letania towards Philip? ....”
"Jason, as I've always told you, you can't be too humble. Being humble can only earn you contempt. The same is true for interactions between countries."
The axle was engraved with a magic circle, and the carriage was as stable as walking on the uneven city road. He put the lantern into a delicate small box, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate.
"If Letania would fall to Philip, it would have surrendered when the Emperor swept across the northern continent a hundred years ago. The two Witch Kings and their daughters knew very well that under the Emperor's system, there was no one like them. Human living space... The Eastern Kingdom has always been afraid that without Leitania as a buffer, the emperor's cavalry would step on them. So these years they have been asking for money, weapons, weapons, and let Leitania Eat both ends, and now the tail is too big to fall off. The weak congressmen in the Eastern Kingdom must bear half of the responsibility for the Western Continent becoming like this..."
The assassin looked stunned, "Are you trying to beat up Letania?"
"Knock? I'm old enough to beat the Witch King." Edmund sneered and shook his head, "Oh, it's just to let her understand the attitude of us southerners. She went a bit too far, and she even sent wizards to the Western Continent openly. Participating in the war...are you really saying that a brave man can do whatever he wants without being born into the world?"
"Then... do you need your subordinates to kill the commander of the Sudanese Army outside?" Jason's tone was as relaxed as if he was telling me to buy some oranges.
Jason's rank in the League of Assassins is not that of Inquisitor.
But "legend".
As the strongest man in the Ortiz family, if he had attacked the camp last night, no general would have been able to see the sun this morning.
"That's it."
Edmund pinched the root of his nose and sounded helpless.
"Expressing an attitude is not a declaration of war. We cannot overly intervene in the battlefield of the Western Continent. What did the second brave man say... The total GDP of the entire Western Continent is not as high as ours in Bavaria. We have conquered all this remote place. What can we get if we take action? But it’s time for the Emperor to take action if we take action. The Eastern Kingdom needs a buffer zone with Philip, so why don’t we need it... What this place needs is balance, not conflict."
"What do you mean?"
"Let Chad and the others stop and come back as soon as possible. As long as the Sudan suffers some losses, don't attack the city so easily."
"Only defeat this siege?"
"Just a warning to the Witch King. Let's go back in the afternoon. Lin Lin has been writing letters urging me to go home..." Edmund smiled helplessly, "Oh, I will lose my temper if I don't go back."
Jason also smiled: "The eldest lady asked me to remind you not to forget her souvenir."
"Aren't you ready?"
In the eyes of the richest duke in the world, half of the thousand-year collection of the Yangen royal family is nothing more than a gift to make his daughter happy.
"Speaking of which, the eldest lady will turn sixteen at the end of the year...According to tradition, an engagement banquet must be held before the coming-of-age ceremony. Counting the days, you need to make a decision as soon as possible."
Hearing this, the Duke's expression suddenly turned foul.
"What bullshit tradition, weird talk, full of farts! What kind of wedding banquet is scheduled? My daughter will not get married or fall in love until she is thirty years old. None of them will wash their faces and look in the mirror to see who they are. They are thinking about my daughter. ...act recklessly."
Jason smiled bitterly. He knew that the Duke was just speaking out of anger. This matter was related to the honor of the Ortiz family, and he had to do it even if he didn't want to do it.
Edmund went to the Western Continent in person this time, not only to carry the lantern, but also to hide from the various people who came to propose marriage. But you have to face what you have to face. The eldest lady is also someone Jason has watched grow up. Outsiders can't say it, but he has to say:
"The second prince said that he could give up the throne for her. Do you want to make an appointment to meet him during tea time when you go back..."
Edmund frowned.
"Those boys from the royal family will not consider it. I will talk to His Majesty when I get back."
"Understood."
.........
The luxurious carriage slowly stopped in front of the old city lord's mansion.
This house is the largest and most luxurious house in Butan City, but in Edmund's opinion, it is just a brick and earth building with no aesthetic value. It is far from luxurious, not even as good as the private houses in the capital of Bavaria.
Edmund held the box and stepped out of the carriage.
"My lord, that's not right."
Jason silently stopped in front of the Duke and looked at the floor inside the door.
The extremely fine dust footprints and...the almost undetectable blood stains are very fresh.
"Someone was here ten minutes ago."
As a top assassin, his eyesight is comparable to that of an eagle.
"Oh?" Edmund raised his eyebrows slightly, "Huh, that's interesting. If Tino is so stupid, there is no need to help him anymore."
"Three...four people. I'll clean them up, please wait a moment."
"Go ahead."
Jason took out the dagger coldly and merged with the shadow again.
Quietly, Death opened the door.
His traces flashed crazily in the intersection of light and darkness in the house. This was not magic or teleportation, but the use of stealth to the extreme, using environmental factors such as presence, footsteps, heartbeat, eyes... Hide it all in the shadows. Coupled with the terrifying speed and some inhuman movement skills, the illusion of teleportation is formed.
There are less than a hundred legendary killers in the world, and each of them is a life-threatening nightmare that the emperors and generals can't get rid of.
An obese old man was lying in the corner of the stairs, seemingly knocked unconscious.
what's the situation? Jason was slightly startled. He knew this man. He was a slave trader.
I had an acquaintance with the Duke at a dinner party in Bavaria in the early years, and it was through him that I contacted the rebels...
The dagger blade flashed, and blood suddenly appeared.
Although it was a little strange, Jason still wiped out the old man's life.
He didn't even bother to ask what happened to the old man. This was not contempt, but the pursuit of efficiency and the elimination of all possible threats.
Only dead people are safest.
Emmanuel's self-proclaimed extraordinary life ended so hastily.
No one will remember him. As if cleaning up the trash, the killer continued to move forward indifferently.
