Chapter 734 (1/2)

“What?!” In a hidden basement, a gloomy-looking young man sprang to his feet with eyes so largely widened that they were bulging out. He could not hold himself back and exclaimed, “Repeat what you have just said!”

Standing before him, there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe. Similar to the young man, he wore a gloomy look on his face. With an expressionless countenance and a monotonous voice, he replied, “Earl Good Horse declared that something from the capital was found on the dead assassins’ bodies. As such, he believed that the assassins were sent by a Marquis and has requested the marquises to do some explaining.”

The young man was dumbfounded. After a while, in a somewhat doubtful tone, he asked, “Do you have anything on you that bears the characteristics of the capital of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins?”

“Of course not. It’s totally impossible to tell where the things we carry with us are from.”

“Then, why did he say so?”

“I have no idea.”

Then the young man suddenly recalled that in terms of fighting, this subordinate of his was extremely reliable. But if there was a need for him to use his brain… then things would not work out well.

Maybe he was in fact, also very smart. But as an assassin, he strictly complied with his duties where he merely worked without thinking.

An assassin was a sword, and a sword should not have its own mind.

This was great on normal days. However, when the person wielding the sword was at a loss himself, then things would slightly worsen.

The young man was the leader of a killing organization. Not long ago, he took over the organization from his father, who had died of a sudden illness. Strictly speaking, he was still a rookie. This was apparent from his decision to undertake such an intellectually demanding mission. Yet though he was a rookie, he also knew what he should be doing—his mission was to attempt to instigate a civil war within the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, but not among the aristocratic party!

In fact, he was quite smart. After accepting the mission, he did not rush to action. With his elite troop, they laid an ambush at the border of Earl “Good Horse’s” territory and waited patiently for their opportunity. They waited till the patrol team at the border was attacked before carrying out their plan of assassination.

According to his speculations, the ones who attacked the patrol teams at the border should have the same purpose as him. But they were much weaker than he and his troops were, so they could only choose the less significant means such as attacking the patrol teams. By doing so, perhaps they could really create tension between the two parties. But it was absolutely impossible if they wanted to start a fight between the merchant party and aristocratic party by killing a few rookie soldiers who knew nothing about being in the army!

What was a few dead soldiers?

Even he himself, who was just the head of an assassin organization, would not put three to five lives to heart, much less the mighty aristocratic party who had tens of thousands of soldiers under its command.

Wanting to instigate a fight between the two parties, a conservative estimate of at least a few hundred soldiers had to be killed.

Putting aside the discussion about the risks involved, the bigger problem was that after killing so many people, the most likely reaction from both sides would not be like game fowls fighting because they were provoked. Instead, they would enlist the help of powerful adventurers to get to the bottom of the matter.

The young man was once an adventurer. He was quite knowledgeable about the ways of adventurers as well. He was also well aware that some of them had unique skills and that no one should ever belittle these adventurers.

That was why he chose to take the risk in attacking an earl. He wanted this earl to get enraged by fear so that the earl would go to the most extreme lengths because he was desperate for revenge.

Sadly, it seemed like his plan failed. And he lost three outstanding assassins in vain.

After a long silence, the young man sighed and said, “Continue to wait in ambush.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And… contact the ‘Black agents.’ Tell them that I want to recruit a few necromancers.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go and do your job. Do be extra careful.”

“Yes, sir.”

When the middle-aged man left, the young head of the assassin organization frowned. He returned to his bed that was under the window for ventilation, sat down and started to ponder deeply.

He had to work out a new plan with careful deliberation. This time, he had to succeed!