Curse the Mainframe! 135 The Beginning of Something New

The translucent screen that popped up wasn't a warning, but rather a notice that a crucial part of the plot had advanced.

[Warning, Warning!]

[Crucial plot progression has started.]

Startled, Alec clicked on it.

The screen faded, bringing up the new screen.

[Tatiana Neil and Dietrich Rothschild's first meeting.]

Ah??

Dietrich was on a mission for the sect.

It wasn't anything big, just a routine mission for him to clean up some bandits that were appearing in the area.

Since it fell under their sect's jurisdiction, then Dietrich was taking care of it.

Most of the time, this type of mission was undertaken by a group of young inner sect disciples that required both training and experience to temper themselves, but since Dietrich wanted a change of scenery, he just went along by himself.

The sect wasn't worried about him either.

After all, he had finished these types of missions alone before by the dozen, and with his advanced magic rank, there was hardly anyone who was able to threaten him in the Kaoriht continent unless they were also part of a large sect.

The lands were barren in the outskirts of the continent, but that didn't mean that they should have resorted to banditry.

While he could understand why they might have resorted to it, Dietrich just couldn't condone it, but neither could he turn a blind eye to it. So, whenever he needed a change of pace or to clear his mind, he took one of these simple missions that allowed him to clear out his head.

Dietrich moved along the beaten path. The trees were dying out here, withered and dry. Other than dying trees, there were plenty of rocks and monsters out here.

Since the people on the outskirts were generally weak, that meant that even if there were monsters or creatures that they could hunt, they never came away unscathed, usually even losing their lives in the process.

It was no surprise that those who were able had moved away, and those that didn't either made a living desperately foraging or resorted to banditry.

Unfortunately for the bandits, they hurt too many people in the process, looting, raping and killing, which was unacceptable. Had it been just the looting without much bloodshed or ****, the sect would likely have turned a blind eye to them, yet they wanted to court death.

Dietrich's eyes narrowed as he found traces of a large number of people moving along the path.

Since he had an ample amount of experience in these types of missions already, Dietrich didn't stumble. He followed the tracks with precision, accuracy and an ease that was born only through the repetition of routine.

Before long, he'd been led to a trail on the side, leading up to a mountain barren of any trees or animals.

Instead, there were an abundance of rocky minerals and large boulders that acted as a natural shield from prying eyes.

The bandit's camp was less a camp and more of an enclosed cave that provided them cover. Not too smart, if he had to be honest.

Dietrich made a round in the mountains. Other than the one entrance that he'd found, there wasn't another. That made it a lot easier for him to implement the plan.

Judging from the trails that the bandits had left behind, most, if not all of them should be inside and just about dead to the world.

Naturally, Dietrich had chosen the best time for him to ambush them.

In the morning.

Most bandits favoured the nocturnal hours since that was the time when most caravans stopped for the night. According to this group's modus operandi, they fit this to the tee.

Using the smoke in the sky when a fire was lit, it was easier than ever for them to pick off the caravans, devouring them until there were nothing but the bones left behind. There were many skeletons that had been buried in these parts of the continent, and they would not be the last.

After all, there was no cover around here, nor were there any trees to block them. As long as they took a high enough vantage point, they would be able to scout out the caravans that had stopped for the night. It was all too easy for them to make a move, with the meat already brought up to a starving man's mouth.

Dietrich pulled out a few smoke and tear bombs. While he would have usually just slaughtered them had they been camped outside, since they wanted to hole up in a cave, they couldn't blame him.

He threw them into the cave, waiting to smoke the rats out by the dozen.

Sure enough, the heavy smoke from the bombs caused a series of coughing to echo in the cave.

One by one, the bandits stumbled out without being able to properly breathe, their eyes watering and tearing from the gas.

Most of them weren't even armed with their weapons. Truly pitiful. Some of them tried to put up a fight, but it was feeble at best.

Dietrich slaughtered them like a wolf being let loose amongst a flock of sheep. Bleary eyed, unarmed and caught off guard, Dietrich hardly even had to lift a hand as his sword flew forward.

With a silvery-white, exquisitely crafted sword in his hand, Dietrich's figure didn't have any flaws as he effortlessly killed.

While not his first choice in a sword type, the sword that Elias had crafted for him fit him, and his movements were smoother than ever.

This was not the first time that he had blood on his hands. While he generally didn't like killing, he didn't feel too repulsed by it either.

There was a slim, hidden figure that locked her eyes on his fighting form from the side.
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Remarkably, Dietrich didn't notice the figure's clear gaze as she stared at him.

Dietrich looked untouchable and valiant as he cut his line through the bandits that emerged from the smoke unendingly.

She smirked. Someone had beaten her to the punch.

She had been planning to take action with her men a couple of days later, but too bad. This mission was lost to her.

The glistening silvery blade sliced through the bandits like a hot blade on butter, creating a stunning contrast to the exquisite delicate cut of the blade that looked more like an ornament instead of something that was used to kill.

No blood stained the white blade, which interested her.

Tatiana focused her eyes on the blade, trying to catch a glimpse of what sort of material it was that the blade was made out of. She had not heard of such a blade before, but it should have been famous throughout the world just for its make and style.

That she hadn't meant that this person didn't mingle in society. The crest on his clothes painted him as a member from the Heavenly Ascension Sect.

The blade was smooth and pulsed faintly with magic, and Tatiana allowed herself to casually take in more of this man's figure before her eyes sharpened.

On the flat of the blade, there was a faint but noticeable symbol – a symbol from the Neil Clan.

Her eyes went from warm to ice cold immediately. Blue eyes were like ice chips as she stared at the symbol on the man's blade.

Who was he?

How was he related to the destruction of her clan?

Could he be one of those who had attacked her clan?

At this moment, the last of the bandits had been slain by the man. Just as he stopped to clean his blade, letting his guard down for the slightest moment, Tatiana moved forward into the man's blind spot.

Dietrich turned and readied himself to defend, but the opponent did something with her magic, causing him to instantly knock out.

Tatiana caught his figure with cold eyes, shouldering his dead weight as she dragged him back… and kidnapped him without another word!

Chapter end

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