With Lensak's encouragement, the news that the selective breeding house was about to reopen spread quickly to various regions as if it had wings.
In addition to the exorcists who had already received information from the report that Reina turned in to make money, magicians, witches and even some assassins all gave certain responses to this.
The magician and the witch are relatively reserved. They are both new professions. The natural competitive relationship prevents them from absorbing the power from another new profession without psychological pressure. In contrast, as assassins The organization's Rose of the Night is much more straightforward.
Combined with the strength and potential exposed by the previous breeding house, they responded immediately and passed on the decision-making news.
Through a special encrypted channel, this decision-making information quickly reached the ears of Anchel, who was dealing with the new mission target in Blake Smith's manor.
His protection mission in District 13 has not ended yet. The reason why he appeared in the manor in District 10 during the mission was because he received an order from the organization to conduct a practical test of the Shadow Doll.
You can also make some extra money along the way to fill your own coffers.
The assassination target assigned by Dark Night Rose to Anchel for testing was Blake Smith, the owner of the manor below, a man with a surname.
He is the younger brother of the patriarch of the Smith family. Not long ago, he was just accused of being involved in a vicious incident that violated the laws of the empire.
Anchel didn't know what it was specifically, but he only vaguely heard that it seemed to be related to the blood-stealing incidents that had occurred frequently in the past.
As soon as he heard the name, he gave up trying to understand it further.
For assassins, true strength is always learned from the baptism of blood and death.
Those despicable people who think they can steal the fruits of other people's success by stealing their bloodline are nothing more than maggots in the mud.
Not worth mentioning.
However, what is interesting is that the client who released the assassination commission to "Dark Night Rose" was none other than the patriarch of the Smith family who had just rescued Blake from the hands of the law enforcement team not long ago, and the nominal relative of Blake Smith. Brother and biological father, Ken Smith.
When he was trying to steal people before, this guy had to pay a lot of favors.
The result turned out to be that he planned to directly end his "brother's" life.
Anchel couldn't understand.
He guessed that even Black himself couldn't understand it, even though he had become a corpse unable to think.
Maybe the relationship between father and son in aristocratic families is just so...complex?
Seeing the Shadow Doll's shadow tentacles slowly withdrawing from the corpse's neck and disappearing into the shadows, Anchel touched Antibo's head next to him, took out a peach, cut it open and stuffed it into its arms. inside.
This test is almost not difficult for Antibo.
Patriarch Smith was a little too considerate. When Antibo took action, there were not even a few decent professionals in the manor. After a good assassination test, the difficulty was directly reduced to the bottom.
It doesn't reflect the level of Shadow Doll at all.
For several moments, Anchel even had the illusion that he was on a sightseeing trip.
Without noticing the owner's dissatisfaction at all, the Shadow Doll sniffed the sweet scent of the peach, then flexibly peeled off the skin and threw it into its mouth.
The sweet taste instantly made him squint his eyes in enjoyment.
"The target is confirmed to be Blake Smith, and the removal is judged to be completed..."
Coming out of the corner, Aska looked at the time displayed on his pocket watch and wrote down the record of completing the task on the paper.
He glanced at the corpse on the ground and reminded him casually: "Remember the scene was faked. The client requested to preserve the body as much as possible and create the illusion of suicide."
"I know."
After taking out the rope and hoisting Blake up, Anchel moved the chair to his feet, made two perfunctory footprints, and then let go.
Anyway, what the father who wanted to kill his relatives just wanted was a rhetoric. As long as the scene was done properly, the details would not be important.
Yaska looked through Anchel's previous mission completion records, and after a simple calculation, he praised: "The efficiency has nearly doubled compared to before. It seems that the report you submitted was not exaggerated. With the Shadow Doll, it is indeed It’s like having an extra tacit partner.”
He couldn't help but look at Anchel with envy, then he went up and touched the head of the Shadow Doll.
"Don't touch Antibo's head, he won't grow taller."
After forcing him to get addicted to his hands twice, Anchel pressed the handle of the knife against Aska's arm and pushed him away.
"I really like it so much. When the breeding house reopens, you can buy one. How can you feel the pleasure of touching someone else's?"
"good suggestion!"
Yaska took back his hand, shrugged and said, "In fact, they have already determined the time for reopening."
Handing over the intelligence he had just received, he watched Anchel read it quickly and destroy the note skillfully. There didn't seem to be much joy on his face, so he couldn't help but lean in and ask.
"Why do you look... not happy?"
Anchel did not hide his disappointment at having his baby discovered. He said with an expression that Aska could not understand: "The number of Shadow Dolls in the selective breeding house is limited. If you want to buy one, the best number is It’s better to start early.”
"I guess it will be sold out in a few days."
Is it so exaggerated?
Yaska frowned in surprise and said politely: "It shouldn't be so fast, right?"
"It's opened again after a few days. We should have hundreds of them, not to mention thousands. Looking at the entire 13th district, how many of them can afford such an expensive magic pet?"
Can you sell short in just a few days?
But having said that, in the face of Anchel's kind reminder, Yaska still remembered it in his heart.
He said vaguely: "I will consider it."
Anchel knew what he was planning at a glance and couldn't help but frown. It was rare for him to be a talkative teammate.
"Stop sending money to your sister all the time. Anyone with a brain now knows that the witch's house can afford to raise so many abandoned babies. It must not be short of money. Your sister is a witch, and no one will be left short. Hers."
Anchel didn't like to get involved in other people's family affairs. If he hadn't gotten along quite happily with Aska, he wouldn't have said so much.
But now that he had opened his mouth, he didn't mind saying a few more words.
"And you gave her so much money, did she ever reply to you even half a sentence?"
Aska fell silent.
Obviously, the answer is no.
But he quickly shook his head and said with relief: "After all, it was because of me that she was thrown away... If she hadn't become a witch, the child might not have been in this world long ago... I owe her."
Anchel glanced at him and closed his mouth.
Yaska's experience is not a secret in the organization.
In order to save their son, his parents abandoned their young daughter and left her to die alone in the forest. No one was qualified to force the person involved to forgive. They just felt that Ya was seriously ill in bed at the time and knew nothing about it. Scar, is innocent.
Unfortunately, his sister didn't think so.
Aska himself didn't think so either.
In terms of stubbornness, the brother and sister are exactly the same.
Anchel sighed like a little adult, skipped the topic, and started talking about business.
"The organization wants you to go back to Area 13 with me and establish a new stronghold. Do you want to go back and prepare something, or do you want to come with me now?"
Yaska chose the latter.
After all, he had all his belongings with him, so there was no need to go back.
So the two of them got on the carriage back to District 13.
On the way, Anchel pinched his nose and put on his noble lady's dress again. The complicated dresses fell to his ankles. As he adjusted his clothes, he cursed Rembert in a low voice, who had personally selected these dresses.
Yaska looked on amused, but did not dare to help rashly. After holding back for a while, he decisively got out of the carriage and went outside to enjoy the breeze.
The two of them used the cover of the carriage to return to Area 13 without disturbing anyone. When they arrived at the manor, Rembert was already waiting at the door.
As soon as they met, he rushed towards Anchel with tears in his eyes and a sincere face, and hugged her.
"Oh my dear daughter, it's been so long since I last saw you. Daddy misses you so much!"
Anchel's face turned cold, and Antibo on his back immediately understood and scratched the suddenly enlarged face with his claws.
This claw was merciless. If Rumbel hadn't dodged it in time, he would have been disfigured for at least a month.
He looked at the indifferent Ren Yi Chong hurtly, his eyes full of condemnation.
Anchel asked as he walked towards the manor.
"Okay, don't act here. Let me ask you, do you know about the reopening of the breeding house?"
Rumbel nodded obediently.
For such a big matter, the nobles in District 13 are not really deaf, so they naturally know everything they need to know.
Even Rumbel knew that the nobles, who seemed not very interested in it on the surface and seemed very stable, were actually starting to operate behind the scenes.
And each one is more positive than the other.
Of course, Rembert did not mean to despise them, because he was also one of these people.
After staying with Anchel for so long, he has witnessed with his own eyes just how powerful Antibo is and how much development potential he has.
When it comes to being moved, no one can be more moved than him.
No nobleman can have too much of this kind of obedient and powerful fighting ability.
Seeing the desire shining in Rumbel's eyes, Anchel lamented the increase in competitors, and at the same time, a little expectation arose deep in his heart.
He couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, but he was suddenly curious.
I’m curious what kind of changes the opening of the selective breeding house will bring to District 13, which was originally a backwater?
Is it hope and rebirth, or fantasy and destruction?
People can't help but start to look forward to it.
"Here!"
A familiar cry sounded in his ears again. Anchel fed the peach to the shadow doll that was holding on to his legs and sighed.
Anyway...he felt a change in himself.
