Chapter 784: Chapter 528, Assassination (Seeking recommendation tickets, subscription is available!)_2
The minister smiled, “Of course, Your Majesty, but before we act, we can sign a covenant first.”
With that, he took out a scroll from his bosom.
Rune’s pupils shrank slightly.
He was all ready, the Faceless had calculated everything, but he, a king, had become the most powerless one.
The contents of the covenant were simple, after killing the commander of the Undead, Rune would become a member of the Faceless.
Rune picked up the pen and signed his name on it.
Once the covenant was accomplished, it disappeared instantly.
Rune continued, “Well, I hope to see results in two days. You don’t want to die in the city, do you?”
The minister nodded, “Of course, support will be dispatched from above to handle this situation.”
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“Humph! It better be.”
“Then, Your Majesty, I won’t disturb your rest.”
The minister finished speaking and went straight out of the study.
Only Rune was left, sitting at the desk, staring blankly out the window, with the sound of gunfire constantly ringing in his ears.
…
The next day.
The sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow.
Fang Hao woke up from his dream.
Under the warm blanket, Eira, Anjia, and Little White were still sound asleep.
The Demon Dragon Potion had enhanced his physical capabilities in every aspect.
Even if he had to fight on multiple fronts, Fang Hao was always advantageous.
He woke up the next day feeling energetic.
After rubbing his eyes, he first checked the Book of Lords, and after seeing no new messages, he stepped over the sleeper and got up to wash and brush his teeth.
Downstairs, the maids had already gotten up.
They were peeking through the doorframe.
“What’s wrong?” Fang Hao was curious.
“Is Anjia still not up?” The maids hurriedly asked.
Fang Hao understood, if it weren’t for the fact that by this time Anjia would’ve already been up and training them.
Fang Hao thought for a moment and said, “You guys rest this morning, and continue training in the afternoon.”
“Yay!” Someone cheered.
The person who had just shouted was quickly silenced by a maid standing next to them, she quickly said, “Quiet, what happens if you wake Anjia?”
“Yes, yes, let’s go, let’s leave here.”
A group of maids hurriedly whispered.
The bunny maids were actually not very old at all, usually around seventeen or eighteen, or even younger.
In the modern world, at this age, they’d usually be curious and full of vigour. Unfortunately, in this world, reality isn’t so forgiving.
Fang Hao called out to them, “How about this, if anyone of you can upgrade to the eighth rank, I’ll reward her with 100 gold coins, 50 beautiful clothes, and a box of cosmetics. If you can upgrade to a hero, you’ll get your own separate building, your own hot spring, and a decent monthly salary, you can buy whatever you want in the city.”
Wow~!
The maids’ mouths fell open.
Even training comes with rewards.
“Really?”
“Of course, but there’s a time limit to it, rewards will only be credited if the upgrade is within the year.” Fang Hao immediately said.
“What about us, master, what about us?” A fox girl standing next to them asked hurriedly.
“Of course, notify everyone about this. For those who upgrade to heroes, I’ll allow them to go to town and have fun each week.”
The maids’ eyes widened, their faces full of longing.
After whispering to each other for a moment, they all ran off to deliver the message.
After a while.
When Fang Hao came back, he saw one of the maids coming upstairs with a drowsy Anjia.
They insisted on training, which left Anjia completely bewildered.
…
Lyss City, Temple.
The elderly Priest Miriam, draped in a Beast Skin cloak, stood in the center of the open ground in front of the temple.
Behind him were carts of supplies that were brought in last night.
In front of him, the residents of the city filled the space.
Winter had made these people thin and pale. When the cold wind blew, their bodies would shiver uncontrollably.
Miriam raised his staff and banged it hard against the side of a cart, “Silence, listen to me, all of you, silence.”
The crowd below gradually quietened down, each lifting their heads to gaze at the old yet spirited Priest Miriam.
No one knew when this stubborn old priest had seemed to become younger and more energetic.
Once everyone had quietened down,
Miriam spoke in a loud voice, “Every winter is a test for humanity. Cold and hunger take away our loved ones, our friends, and even ourselves, while most people are powerless.”
The people below all cast their eyes downward in unison.
It’s not the city’s nobility that rises early and gathers at the temple.
These cold and hungry individuals are seeking help from the temple.
But winter is long, and they know that it will be difficult for them to survive it.
Miriam continues, “To help everyone get through this winter, our gracious City Lord has posted several jobs in the city: recruiting militia, constructing the city. As long as you’re not slacking off, you can get two meals a day and a salary.”
City Lord?
Everyone exchanges glances.
Has priest Miriam lost her mind?
Why is she not mentioning the gifts of the God of Light today, but the great City Lord?
Oh!
That’s right, how can the gods see their suffering!
“Priest Miriam, with the freezing cold, where could we construct the city? The ground can’t even be dug up.” Someone immediately voiced out loud.
Miriam looks down at the filthy youngster among the crowd.
A smile appears on her wrinkled face.
“If you can think about this, don’t you think the City Lord and the Lady would do the same? Many people need this job to survive this winter.”
Everyone understands her words unless they are very slow.
She arranges these jobs at this time to give more people work.
“Oh, I see.”
Miriam turns her gaze back to everyone and loudly says, “Do you see the carriage behind me? It’s full of supplies sent by the City Lord. After registering and confirming your identity, each household can receive winter-warding fur and herbs.”
“Really? Can we receive it for free?”
The more Miriam spoke, the less people believed.
The nobility in the city, whether it’s the God of Light, has ever cared about the lives of the common people.
This year is already considered good.
The neighboring villages haven’t been plagued by bandits, otherwise, many makeshift shelters would have sprung up outside the city.
Dead bodies frozen by the roadside are everywhere.
This year, not only are there no bandits, but the new City Lord of Lyss City even sent supplies.
This is… too good to be true!
Miriam isn’t angry but calmly says, “The City Lord has a kind heart and can’t bear to see everyone suffer. Now, line up to register. After receiving the supplies, go into the temple to thank the statue of the City Lord and then you can go home.”
The residents immediately form a long queue.
They begin to orderly collect the winter supplies.
Then they enter into the temple, kneel before the statue of the City Lord to give thanks, and leave in groups, chatting about this day at the temple.
Except for those who were caught cutting in line, everything went smoothly.
Everyone praised the City Lord and mentioned how different he is from the other nobles.
The same scenario unfolds at all the affiliated temples of the city.
Distributing furs and herbs to those who struggle to survive the winter, with the only request being to kneel in thanks before the statue in the temple.
Whether it’s humans, orcs, or even the tough-skinned trolls, no one would refuse these free items.
All they had to do was kneel and bow, that’s all!
…
Eight Peaks Mountain.
Late at night.
The deafening sound of gunfire continues, the earth trembles persistently.
The sudden bursts of fire illuminate a figure that runs swiftly.
She wears dark clothes, a dark mask that hides her face, revealing only her purple eyes.
Like a dark elf, each time she stops, her figure blends with the darkness and disappears.
The passing skeleton soldiers, however, do not notice her.
She swiftly moves through the darkness.
She comes to a tent made of stitched beast skin and stops.
She hides in the darkness, silently observing the scene before her.
Surrounding the tent are Bound Spirit Guardians emitting green fire.
These intelligent undead might detect her traces.
But it’s not a big problem.
The Shadow Assassin’s figure blurs and she disappears back into the darkness.
Boom! Boom!
Using the sound from the distant gunfire as cover, she crushes the skulls of two skeletons.
The soul fire quickly extinguishes.
Followed by the second round of gunfire that cleansed two more guards.
This left the tent completely defenseless.
The Shadow Assassin smirks, lifts a corner of the tent and crawls in.
Avoiding the traps around, she quietly enters the tent.
She pulls out a jagged dagger from her waist.
She strikes at the person sleeping on the bed.
Thud!
The sound of the blade piercing flesh, her blade sinking in right down to the handle.