Chapter 55: Codename 'Poison Blade'
Chapter 55: Codename 'Poison Blade'
In the afternoon, a middle-aged man dressed in a black waistcoat with an ordinary appearance entered the bustling Nonga's Tavern.
The tavern was already bustling with patrons, including mercenaries, craftsmen of various trades, idlers, and even off-duty sheriff's officers, all seeking to unwind after a long day's work.
The man in black quietly ordered a glass of the most common blackberry ale and took small sips.
Unnoticeably, his ears twitched slightly, as if carefully discerning any useful information from the boastful conversations of the tavern's patrons.
Known by the alias "Poison Blade," he was an assassin nurtured by the Wild Brotherhood, tasked with handling the organization's dirty work, dealing with people and matters that needed to be kept in the shadows.
This time, he had received orders from above, reportedly from a high-ranking figure, to eliminate a young boy and make it look like an accident if possible.
"Currently, my injuries have not fully healed. If an incident like the Ogre attack in Albero Town occurs again, it would be disastrous."
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The mission's difficulty had been further reduced, which was undoubtedly a good thing.
Hamilton took out a red particle the size of a fingernail from his drawer and placed it on the envelope's seal, pressing it firmly with his left fist!
The high-ranking figure had a peculiar preference.
'Rain, aged 14-16, son of a farmer from Shiny Gold Town, currently undergoing servant training at the Habsburg Estate, combat power assessment: Militia+.'
As Hamilton raised his hand, the red particle was flattened, and an image of a mounted Night Watchman holding a torch appeared on the flattened wax seal.
Only then did Rain notice that the ring on Hamilton's left middle finger was a signet ring, an engraved ring with a small circular plate on top, bearing the unique symbol or initials of its owner.
Poison Blade had carried out other dirty tasks before, targeting even more peculiar individuals, such as a viscount's personal maid, a baroness's attendant, and even a newborn child from a noble family.
A young guard entered the tavern, slightly bowing, "Sir Hamilton, is there anything you require?"
The two of them complemented each other perfectly.
Hamilton took a quill pen from the side and swiftly wrote on a piece of paper, sealing it in an envelope after finishing.
"It seems we should report this matter to the capital city."
"Of course. Ever since that incident, the servant training has been put on hold." The horse-faced mercenary took a hearty swig of blackberry ale and belched in satisfaction. 'Poison Blade' soon learned that the target's servant training had been temporarily suspended.
"So, the servant training has been suspended?"
"Really? Isn't the Habsburg Estate always guarded? If even that place isn't safe, then Shiny Gold Town must be even less so." The muscular man across the table seemed skeptical.
At that moment, Valen glanced at Rain and continued his report to Hamilton with a solemn expression:
On the way, Captain Valen had mentioned the Ogre, but his explanation wasn't very clear. Rain decided to ask for more details, "Sir, with your strength, do you still worry about Ogres?"
"As for whether there are other Ogres, we are not certain."
When Poison Blade first saw the information before him, he didn't show any signs of surprise.
"Sir, after we eliminated that small tribe of Evil Fin Fishmen, we discovered Ogre tracks nearby."
"What? You found traces of Ogres? How many?" Hamilton was startled, leaning on the redwood desk with both hands, and immediately stood up to ask.
"In other words, we can confirm the presence of at least one Ogre."
Soon, Poison Blade, with his attentive ears, acquired the information he needed right there in the bustling tavern.
"It seems this matter is indeed true." Hamilton's office in the Shiny Gold Town Hall.
Inside, Hamilton and Valen were present.
Their current task was straightforward: wait for the target along their route home and strike.
"Valen, issue a notice to increase the Night Watch patrols during the night. I'll have the guards assist as well."
"So, the number of Fishmen exceeds our expectations?" Hamilton furrowed his brows, only to relax them the next moment.
Valen, being cautious, chose his words carefully when reporting, "The reconnaissance report had some flaws, but you still completed the task admirably. Well done, truly impressive!"
At the same time, a burly man turned to look at a boy sitting nearby, who seemed to be the son of the Oak Tavern owner, Richard. He had served as an apprentice a few times.
"The report had some issues, but you handled the task well. Good job!" Hamilton praised, looking at Valen and Rain, who were sitting at his desk. He decided to pair them up, a rather good idea.
'Venom Blade' received the task and immediately analyzed the target based on the provided information.
"Dison, go to the Capital City at once. Deliver this letter to Viscount Hamadi, the Sheriff of the Capital. Don't delay; go now!" Hamilton instructed sternly.
"Ding-a-ling!"
"Yes, Sir Hamilton. We found giant footprints of an ogre near the Fishmen camp. Initial investigations suggest they belong to the same ogre."
"There! The boy sitting over there," the mercenary with a horse-like face gestured.
"The most challenging part of the task is over."
"In that case, I won't need to sneak into the Habsburg Estate as originally planned."
"But he was the first to call for help, they say!"
Valen and Rain were at Hamilton's desk, reporting their findings.
"Indeed! The son of the Oak Tavern owner was with the Ivan family's son during the servant training. Yesterday, when that boy returned, he was completely terrified!"
This brought a smile to Venom Blade's face.
"Well done, you were cautious. Ogres are not to be taken lightly," Hamilton said, regaining his composure and sitting down again.
"As you command, Sir Hamilton," Dison saluted and promptly left the office.
"How tragic! The Ivan family's only son was devoured alive by a werewolf during the servant training at the Habsburg Estate!" said a horse-faced man dressed as a soldier.
After this, Hamilton shook a delicate bronze bell on his desk.
Valen, experienced and shrewd, lacked strength. When facing stronger enemies, he often found himself at a loss.
Rain, on the other hand, grew rapidly in strength, able to tackle tough challenges, but lacked experience.
"As you wish, Sir Hamilton," Valen also stood and left to make arrangements.
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