Chapter 345: The Singer Encounters an Ambush

At the Rott family’s side residence, a small figure flashed by, silently moving through the shadows.

She already had a map of Morse’s residence, and as a high-level assassin, she easily found the conspicuous reception hall.

The hall’s doors were open year-round, so she effortlessly placed the small wooden box she carried behind an inconspicuous screen, on a table.

Then, she departed as quickly as she arrived, leaving no trace but the small wooden box.

“In this day and age, are human thieves no longer stealing, but doing charity instead?” A black figure appeared silently behind the screen, casually opening the wooden box.

Inside lay a letter, and beneath it, a beautiful clock adorned with blooming flowers.

The letter read: “Thank you for your kindness, for bestowing this treasure. Without merit, there is no reward; the item returns to its original owner.”

It was signed, “An old friend from the capital.”

“Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect Morse to be such a romantic,” the black-robed man mused.

“His ex-lover just died, and he already has a backup.

Since neither of you wants it, I’ll gladly accept this piece of art, which clearly belongs to my race.”

The black-robed man carefully picked up the beautiful clock, examining it closely, growing more satisfied the longer he looked.

“This craftsmanship is indeed the work of an elven master; this carving technique is almost at the grandmaster level, tsk tsk, Morse really outdid himself.

But his little lover isn’t bad either, returning it from so far away, only for it to benefit me in the end.”

Footsteps sounded, and the black-robed man quickly put away the Clock of Blooming Flowers along with the wooden box, turning his back to the approaching person without a word.

“A subordinate I bribed in the City Lord’s Mansion sent word that an enemy of mine has arrived from the capital, and they might come after me.

I need your help,” Morse Rott said, cutting straight to the chase, revealing his predicament.

“You are no longer the helpless Morse Rott you once were, but a high-level warrior, a noble high-level warrior of the Hell Bloodline.

Show some courage,” the black-robed man said, his tone stern, exasperated by Morse’s lack of spirit.

“I…” Morse Rott hesitated, unable to utter a single word.

Although he had just gained powerful strength, his essence was still that of the fledgling protected by his father and family.

Aside from managing shops, attending balls, and carousing with friends, he didn’t actually know much, especially not the brutal and violent physical combat he wasn’t adept at.

“Enough,” the black-robed man sighed, exasperated by this unmotivated fellow who had wasted the excellent bloodline he had given him.

“This is a critical moment for the plan; there can be no mistakes.

The matter in the capital can wait for now.

Are you sure that bard named Thorne is one of Will Declan’s men?

Will Will Declan return if something happens to him?”

“The Rott family’s students at the academy have confirmed this information.

Thorne was personally recruited by Will Declan to the academy, and was championed by him before being sent off.

If he wasn’t Will Declan’s man, it’s impossible he would be so highly regarded by a viscount.”

Morse Rott didn’t actually harbor much hatred for this person who had disrupted his plans; he was just a minor pawn.

He actually thought highly of Will Declan and didn’t want to become enemies with him, but the current situation forced his hand.

His true hatred was directed at the scholars of the All-Trades Guild.

“Achoo!” The singer sneezed loudly, rubbing his nose.

“A cold? Or is someone cursing me behind my back? Or is someone thinking of me?

Indeed, handsome men always attract hatred.

Someone as excellent as me is simply incurable.”

He was being watched!

The singer’s intuition was very sharp; this hostile gaze was not the first time it had appeared.

Although the hostility wasn’t very deep, he clearly detected it.

Had his identity been discovered?!

The singer didn’t believe his identity was well-hidden.

Anyone who paid attention to him and followed him for a while would notice his abnormality.

The duties of an All-Trades Guild clerk were gradually becoming clear now; carrying holy water and occasionally leaving traces in certain places would be easily discovered.

He couldn’t stay in a crowded place any longer.

The square was too busy and full of eyes; if demon cultists were mixed in, it would be difficult to identify them, and a riot could easily lead to accidental injuries.

The singer naturally packed up his harp, collected the scattered copper and silver coins, thanked the surrounding crowd, and turned to leave.

The South District was the bustling commercial area of Drake City, and the most powerful force in this area was the Church of the God of Commerce and Wealth.

The singer whistled, strolling casually, while carefully observing the surrounding crowd, trying to find the person who had been watching him.

None! Still none!

Was it just his imagination?

He bought two loaves of bread and a bottle of milk, temporarily stored his harp at a music store, then took a detour towards the Church of the God of Commerce and Wealth.

He walked through the crowded square, exchanged a “friendly” word or two with a patrolling security officer, was kicked by the officer, and walked away laughing.

Looking around for a less crowded spot, a small figure silently approached him from the front.

The singer’s hair stood on end, and he abruptly leaped backward.

A gleaming dagger sliced through his outer garment, stopped by the soft armor underneath.

“You’re not an ordinary person after all!” The small figure advanced instead of retreating, her footsteps unbelievably light.

Her clothes were very plain, showing no distinguishing features, and a hood concealed her face, but the faint fragrance on her told the singer that this was likely a girl, and probably not very old, or perhaps around his age.

His longsword suddenly swung out, and the singer let out a roar.

The surrounding people, seeing two individuals draw weapons and fight in the street, immediately scattered in a panic.

With a “clang,” the assassin’s dagger was blocked, and the singer, with a burst of battle qi, used the advantage of his weapon to counterattack.

“Hounds of hell, though I don’t know how you found me, those who oppose humanity will not come to a good end.”

The singer’s left hand suddenly swung out, sending a white light towards the opponent’s body.

The small figure dared not be careless and quickly dodged to the side.

The singer swept his sword, and the blade’s gleam cut through the assassin’s hood, revealing a cute little head—it was a cat-girl.

With a soft “snap,” the bottle the singer had thrown earlier shattered into pieces, and holy water splashed everywhere, landing on the cat-girl but having no effect.

“A cat-girl warrior? No! A cat-girl assassin?”

This feeling was very different from Nicole; it wasn’t the style of a warrior.

Her silent movements were more like an assassin.

No! She was an assassin, but why would a cat-girl assassin come after him?

Damn, I was careless!

The whistling wind behind him indicated that he wasn’t facing just one enemy; this feeling was definitely a powerful battle qi attack.

“Iron Body!” The singer rushed forward a few steps, quickly heading towards the nearby square.

With a “rip,” his clothes tore, and his body grew by a third, his bloodline power erupting, his innate ability activated!

With a loud “thump,” the singer took a heavy blow to the back.

If he hadn’t activated his innate ability and transformed in time, he would probably have been seriously injured.

Now? It wasn’t even a minor injury.

“Whoosh!” An arrow shot from an unknown direction, deflected by the singer, whose strength had increased across the board.

The bloodline transformation couldn’t last long, but the increase in strength was very noticeable.

The singer turned around to see a nine-foot-tall middle-aged man charging at him with a sword.

“High-level warrior?” After his transformation, the singer looked quite comical, slightly round, with two large, adorable dark circles under his eyes.

His body emanated a faint glow, as if he were truly made of steel.

“Clang! Clang!” The middle-aged man’s longsword struck his body, but the singer didn’t dodge.

His slightly smaller longsword quickly swung out, parried by the opponent.

However, the singer’s true method was no longer the longsword; he directly kicked the high-level warrior, whose arms were numb, sending him flying.

Before he could press his advantage, three sharp arrows came from the side, and a chilling presence appeared behind him.

The singer reluctantly turned and moved sideways, dodging the cat-girl’s assassination attempt, and casually knocked down the arrows.

“Hounds of hell, you’ve been exposed!

The Church’s templar knights will arrive soon; you won’t escape!”

The middle-aged high-level warrior suddenly threw a large net, which the singer nimbly dodged with a roll on the ground.

The cat-girl assassin pursued relentlessly, but the singer slapped her away.

Three high-level professionals were surprisingly unable to defeat the transformed singer.

Suddenly, a chilling aura appeared, and the singer felt a shiver run down his spine.

A tall figure descended from the sky: “Are you my assistants? A bunch of good-for-nothings!”

The singer felt a chill all over.

His longsword quickly parried, but he was still sent flying by the opponent’s sword.

Evil energy instantly erupted, engulfing him.

“Death Knight?!”

A sharp arrow struck him, and the singer merely shifted his body slightly, but was hit.

The sound of something shattering rang out, and the singer’s money pouch fell to the ground.

The tall black figure’s second sword strike fell, and the singer’s longsword flew out, his entire body tumbling like a ball for more than ten meters, landing by the roadside.

From the moment the singer was attacked until he was defeated by the Death Knight, it was but a blink of an eye.

In the distance, whistles sounded, and patrolling security personnel quickly dispersed the crowd and rushed to the scene.

The Death Knight’s longsword struck the ground, leaving a deep mark.

The singer, still rolling on the ground, quickly dodged the incoming arrow, but was kicked away by the Death Knight, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With soft “hissing” sounds, the Death Knight saw small, corroded marks appearing on his own body.

“Holy water? Hmph, you’re lucky.

Kids, let’s leave quickly; after taking a kick from me, he’s not far from death.”

With that, he turned and left, disappearing in a flash.

The cat-girl picked up the singer’s money pouch, let out a whistle, and quickly leaped onto a nearby building.

The middle-aged high-level warrior turned and ran into a street, getting into a carriage and quickly departing.

As for the archer in the shadows, they never showed themselves.

The singer’s body gradually recovered, and upon seeing two City Hall security personnel arrive, he finally couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted.