Galin returned to his residence, took off his armor and cloak, and threw them on the ground casually.
He tore off the inner clothes that were stuck to his body with dried blood, revealing his muscular upper body. Several maids who had been prepared long ago came to wipe his body with hot water and soft towels.
Although it was a scene with the Syndicate, the legion of Stromgarde was indeed the most courageous among the seven human kingdoms. The soldiers loyal to Thoras fought back at the last moment, which also caused Garin to suffer some serious injuries.
"Haha, Prince Jialin... No, Your Majesty Jialin, I should celebrate your success in advance."
The sound of applause and words came from the shadows in the side hall, and a middle-aged man wearing smart leather armor and with short shaved hair emerged from the void.
When several maids heard the words of this handsome and gloomy middle-aged man, their hands and bodies trembled. They suppressed their fear and anxiety and continued to clean Galin's body.
These words should not be heard by them. Although they are Galin's most trusted servants, this does not mean that they can continue to live without worries.
However, if you show your cowardice now, you may die on the spot.
Galin also heard what this handsome middle-aged man said, and his expression was anything but happy.
"Faculest, how did you enter my residence?" Garin turned around and stared at Faculest. The scars and blood stains on his body made him look particularly fierce at the moment.
"Of course I'm here to celebrate your coronation in advance." Faculest spread his hands and said innocently.
"Stop being pretentious, just tell me what you want from me." Galin's expression remained unchanged, not moved by Fakurest's attitude at all.
Duke Falkrest is one of the remaining nobles of Alterac. He is also the head of the Syndicate organization in Arathi and Stromgarde. He is also one of the elders of the Syndicate.
It can be said that in the entire Syndicate, except for those more special characters, Facurets is the top real power controller.
Especially after the Syndicate's operations in Alterac and Lordaeron were thwarted by the First Legion and they shifted their focus to Arathi, Faculest's status within the organization has risen a lot.
Now, he controls almost most of the syndicate's resources and manpower. Unlike Lord Howard, he is someone who Garin doesn't like but has to respect his opinions.
"It's not a big deal, I just hope that I can go with your Majesty tomorrow. After all, some things will be convincing if you witness them with your own eyes." Faculest finally stated the purpose of this trip.
Garin frowned at him and said in a deep voice, "You will make this operation easy to see through. I suggest you stay in Stromgarde."
"Please rest assured, Otto and I will act as your bodyguards and protect your safety."
Otto is the guard and bodyguard of Faculest. He was once the priest of Alterac, but due to some unknown reasons, he defected to the Syndicate and learned many dark magics.
Faculest refused to let go, because he actually ate Garin to death.
Without the assistance of the Syndicate, Solas would have no defense tomorrow. It would not be foolproof to keep Solas just relying on Jialin and his people.
Faculest's request made Garin's face gloomy. He really didn't want the senior leaders of the Syndicate to be involved in his last action.
Unlike the lower-level members who are responsible for collecting money and doing things, the senior leaders of the Syndicate are all real nobles. Once Alterac returns to the country, they will be greatly restricted by them.
Bandits and bandits can be regarded as "treason", but if there is any evidence in the hands of a big noble, Nagarin will be very passive.
It seemed that Faculest couldn't trust himself, so he wanted to follow him and record the whole thing.
After much thought, Galin had no choice but to agree to Faculest's request. Otherwise, if tomorrow's plan failed, neither the Syndicate nor he would suffer.
And the Syndicate has been hiding in the dark. In the end, it was Garin himself who suffered the most.
So, Galin reluctantly agreed to Faculest's request. The Duke said to Galin with a smile, "That's great. By the way, I have a private banquet and I want to invite you to it." Participate, and several colleagues want me to introduce them.”
"Private banquet - things haven't even ended yet, and you're already in a hurry to celebrate?"
"You'll find out when you come."
Faculest made a "please" gesture to Galin. Galin drove away the maids, put on a set of casual clothes, and followed Facurest out of his room.
Faculest walked outside the side door of the palace and said to the bodyguard Otto, who was leaning on the wall, "Otto, let's go."
However, his guard did not make any sound, and there was deathly silence around the entire palace and castle of Stromgarde.
The experienced Faculest suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he whispered twice again, "Otto—Otto!"
Otto still didn't respond.
Faculest's ominous premonition became more and more serious. He pulled Garin and quickly retreated into the castle. He took out a small magic orb from his arms and threw it in the direction of Otto.
At the same time, he took out a pocket watch, opened it and held it in his hand. After a brief blur, the dial showed the scene where Otto was.
"Damn it!"
Faculest cursed under his breath—Otto was dead, and apparently completely unresponsive before his death.
Three arrows hit his heart, waist, abdomen, and throat respectively, and a flying knife was inserted into each of his shoulders, nailing him to the wall.
"Your story has been exposed, Galin!" Faculest looked at Galin ferociously, and his elegant aristocratic disguise was instantly torn apart by him.
Galin subconsciously retorted, "It's impossible. Everyone who knows about this, except my confidants, are all dead!"
"Impossible? Then who would dare to shoot a noble's guard in Stromgarde?! Or on the wall of the inner city, except for your affair being exposed!"
Faculest wanted to kill Garin with his own hands. Their plan was about to reach the most critical step, but something went wrong now.
Otto's death was nothing at all, but the person who could kill him silently would definitely not be an unknown person.
Garin and Faculest looked at each other, and the prince spoke first, "If my father knew about this, it wouldn't be your guard who was shot, but he would just come over with a sword and kill me. head!"
Faculest also calmed down, "You mean, there is a third party involved in our affairs?"
Almost instantly, a name popped into Faculest's mind - Ravenholdt!
Only they have the ability to intercept the Syndicate's intelligence and send out powerful enough assassins to instantly know Otto's life.
But those two flying knives are very much like Ravenholdt's handiwork, but those three arrows... If Faculest admits it correctly, the style of the arrow feathers is not very similar to the arrows used by humans... …
Moreover, the arrow still exuded weak magic fluctuations, and it was obviously an expensive arrow that had been enchanted. Otto had no time to react, and the special armor on his body was penetrated, and the arrow easily took his life.
Such a small discovery made Faculest feel inexplicably uneasy, because there was actually an organization in the world that had such an ability.
However, if this organization is really alarmed, Faculest will not dare to think about the word "revenge" at all, but will immediately plan how to escape, preferably disappearing without a trace in the human kingdom. That's the best.
【Privy Council】!
The name alone made Faculest feel inexplicably afraid. Compared to Ravenholdt, who had frequent contact with the Syndicate, the Privy Council was indifferent to the Syndicate.
The existence of this organization is not a secret. On the contrary, the kings and high-level officials of various countries may be aware of it. However, what exactly this secret department is doing may not even be understood by MI7 in Stormwind City.
Only peers know their peers best. At least Faculest learned from the few records about the Privy Council that anyone who offends this department, or is identified as a target by it, often has only one end.
"Disappear..." Faculest murmured. He thought it was unrealistic for the Privy Council to take action because they had never paid attention to the Syndicate before——
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound, and Faculest's pocket watch cracked several times. Faculest looked at the magic orb in horror. It was shot by a sharp arrow, and the arrow penetrated deeply. Built into the floor with marble slabs.
Almost without hesitation, Faculest abandoned Galin, and his body disappeared in front of Galin in an instant. He immediately escaped into the shadows, wanting to leave the extremely gloomy and terrifying Stromgarde.
The disappearance of Faculest made Garin feel frightened. In Faculest's intermittent words, he also realized that something completely beyond his expectation was happening.
Garin didn't care about Faculest who left. He turned around and immediately returned to the fortress behind him. The darkness behind him seemed to be a man-eating monster. He left in such a panic.
Faculest's figure completely blended into the shadows. He was very confident in his abilities. Even the most powerful rangers and mages would have to spend a lot of money to discover his traces——
"Well!"
A hand ruthlessly stretched out from the darkness and accurately clamped Faculest's throat. In the eyes of ordinary people, there was nothing missing, as if the hand was grasping the air.
Faculest almost instinctively took out two sharp blades from his sleeves, but an invisible force suppressed his arms.
Hearing only two clicks, Faculest's eyesight was splitting. His hands were twisted backwards in an abnormal posture. He lost the ability to resist after just one encounter.
The hand grasped his throat and easily lifted the tall and straight middle-aged nobleman off the ground.
At this time, the master of the Ruthless Iron Hand finally appeared in Faculest's sight.
There was only fear and helplessness in Faculest's eyes. He seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world. The hand deliberately left him a little room to cheer up, allowing the Duke to let out a weak and Another trembling voice.
"Ah——"
"boom--!"
Galin slammed the door to his room. He was a little suspicious of the strange situation outside. After some searching, he took off the long sword used as decoration on the wall and held it in his hand, as if this could give him Bring some security.
The invisible pressure almost drove him crazy. It was not only panic, but also fear of what would happen to him if the incident was revealed.
"Who, who wants to murder the heir of Stromgarde!"
Galin was holding the sword, with veins popping out on his arms. His panic and nervous look made it hard to imagine that he was a ruthless man who was preparing to murder his father.
"Ding - Ding -"
There were almost suffocating footsteps outside the room. Garin's eyes became like a wild beast, and the sword in his hand was ready to go. As long as someone stepped into his room, he would be greeted with a fatal blow. .
The footsteps stopped suddenly outside Galin's room. Galin's spirit was tense but highly concentrated. He was a bit like a drowning man at this moment. He knew that the possibility of the matter being exposed was extremely high, but he stubbornly believed that as long as he killed the people outside, he would be safe. The secret can continue to remain.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a human-shaped black shadow suddenly rushed in. Galin instinctively swung his sword and slashed, and he really felt the jamming feeling of the sword blade entering his flesh. Then, the blood sprayed made him convinced that he had hit the target. Hit the opponent.
Won? The other party was unprepared and was killed by me?
But the joy of surviving the disaster had not yet fully occupied Garin's mental high ground, and the iron fist whizzing like a cannonball struck him in the face.
It felt as if his face had been hit by a battering ram. Garin's head was buzzing, and the whole world seemed to be turned upside down. His tall body fell backwards like a felled tree in the forest. .
The terrifying power was fully demonstrated when his back came into contact with the exquisite solid wood tables and chairs behind him. The furniture simply could not withstand Garin's leaning back body and almost fell apart like an explosion, with parts and sawdust flying everywhere.
Until the back of Garin's head came into close contact with the ground, and the marble floor in the fortress was cracked by his body.
And that wasn't the end of it, the aftermath of the punch also affected the bookshelf not far away, and the heavy solid wood bookshelf slowly fell towards the place where Jialin was lying.
After a heart-wrenching creak, the bookshelf hit Garin hard. Books and papers flew everywhere, and some pages were stained red by the blood flowing on the ground.
Faculest never thought that he would die at the hands of his "ally" in such a funny way. His body was almost cut into two pieces by Galin's sword. After swallowing the last Before taking a breath, he still looked at Galin in disbelief as he was pressed by the bookshelf.
"From the beginning, we should not have provoked Luo..."
Faculest's consciousness left his body, and as for Garin, what greeted him was more than just a simple punch.
