Chapter 146 (2/2)

“Please get down.”

Dugal did get out of the wagon and saw a man, whom he didn’t recognize.

“You’re not my driver!”

His wagon was always driven by the same man, but this man standing in front of him wasn’t the one.

“Huh hoo, if you have just noticed it now, you’re rather duller than I thought.”

The driver’s face was a face he had not seen before.

“Are you an assassin sent by the Emperor?” Asked Dugal.

The young man smiled faintly and nodded. He pulled out his sword and looked at Dugal.

“Well, you can say that.”

At the man’s response, Dugal realized that the young man in front of him wasn’t an assassin sent by the Emperor.

‘Who the hell is this guy?’

If one was to assassinate a noble in the capital, when caught, that person would be executed. Was there another force in the Empire who had the power to do such a thing?

Dugal tried to assess his opponent.

It was very unlikely that the man would tell Dugal what he wanted that easily, and Dugal wasn’t a man who liked to talk either.

‘It is better to cut off an arm and a leg and then interrogate him.’ Dugal thought.

The man could be strong, or he could be one of those cowards who would just run away, but Dugal was confident that he wouldn’t lose a one on one fight.

In addition, he was being escorted by two Expert-class knights.

The escort knights had pulled out their swords the moment they stepped off the wagon.

“We’ll make you regret behaving like this in front of our Lord,” said one of the knights.

“Are you sure?” Asked the so-called assassin.

“Huk!”

The escort knights, who tried to rush toward the young man, fell on the ground while putting their hands on their chests which seemed to be in pain.

Dark red blood flowed down their noses and mouths.

Dugal had taken a step back as he started to feel severe pain in his heart.

“Poi, poisoned… How did you?”

“I sprayed it inside the wagon. While you were riding it, you kept taking it in,” said the assassin.

“This coward!”

Viscount Dugal grunted through his teeth and pulled out his sword.

But the moment he took out his sword, the pain became more unbearable. His body, betraying his will, collapsed into the floor.

“Even if I die, I will never forgive you.”

Dugal, who cursed the young man, fell to the ground and threw up blood only to die seconds later.

The young man, with a cold expression, smiled.

“I did it in a hurry, but I guess it did work better than what I imagined.”

Dugal’s body was filled with poison that had been made from the blood of a monster called Harpy, which was a commonly used technique by assassins.

The poison was mainly used for assassinating knights because it could spread much faster in beings who could use aura.

The poison was usually put on daggers or in food and drinks, but the young man had sprayed it in the wagon.

“I did the other thing with this.”

The mumbling young man dropped something next to Dugal’s body and disappeared into the darkness.