Chapter 6 Nightingale Salon I can also pay
Merri has two jobs: he is the number one assassin in the Night Guild and an assassination instructor in Gracia. He never appears outside of Gracia Academy except when he is on a mission assigned by the Night Guild.
The fact that Murtrie was at the Nightingale Salon can only mean one thing—
He came to kill someone.
Ancia instantly abandoned her desire to kiss him, pushed Mortley away, picked up a cocktail for herself, and used the gesture to observe the people in the salon room.
She pondered who Murtrey might be her assassination target.
Merriel's chest was still heaving as he glanced at Ancia, who had suddenly become cold, and leaned closer to her, whispering, "Not playing anymore?"
Ancia felt a chill run down her spine and avoided those dark red eyes. "I'm a little tired. I want to rest for a bit."
Ancia, you've really got guts to treat the notoriously ruthless and cold-blooded Mortley like a toy!
The exchange of information continued in the room. Ancia moved to a spot closer to the center of the conversation, asking, "Do you sisters know about the Dark Night Guild?"
Aurora's eyes flickered, and she gently tapped Ancia's arm with her feather fan. "Why is little Ancia interested in them?"
Ancia casually made up an excuse, "My course tutor after the start of the semester might be related to the Dark Night Guild, so I want to find out in advance."
She glanced at Murtrie out of the corner of her eye, but Murtrie ignored her, quietly leaning back on the sofa as if the topic had nothing to do with him.
Flawless – that's the mental fortitude of a top-tier assassin.
A noblewoman spoke softly, “The predecessor of the Dark Night Guild was the Adventurers’ Guild. Those desperate adventurers would take on any kind of commission, from helping an old lady find her cat to assassinating royalty. There was nothing they wouldn’t do. Later, as the number of assassination commissions increased, they changed their name to the Dark Night Guild, and their main business also changed to assassination.” She deliberately emphasized the words “desperate”, her tone revealing undisguised contempt.
Aurora smiled knowingly. "Little Ancia, the mentor you're talking about must be Murtrie, right? He teaches the art of assassination, you know."
Ancia nodded slightly. "Yes, I want to learn a technique that can kill with one blow."
The attribute panel is beyond saving, but Anciya, as a game planner, has been outwitting players for years and has a wealth of experience in plugging loopholes. Now that she's a player herself, she's also a master at exploiting game loopholes.
Although Ancia has zero combat skill comprehension, it doesn't mean she's completely incapable of dealing damage. Her killing of a slime with her staff is the best example. As long as the weapon is sharp enough and she has certain skills, she can still deal damage in this way, even if she doesn't understand any combat skills.
Ancia spoke frankly, and the ladies agreed, "Yes, it's still better to know a self-defense technique to feel at ease. If you can't learn it, having self-defense tools is also good."
They then began to talk about their usual self-defense tools. Aurora listened quietly, fanning herself with a feather fan, without participating in the discussion. As she listened, Ancia secretly observed each noblewoman and servant, and none of them showed any unusual behavior.
The Nightingale Salon was drawing to a close, and everything was peaceful; it seemed there would be no bloodshed tonight.
"Madam, as a gift for our first meeting, may I play you a piece of music?" The male servant Aurora had chosen gently shook her finger, his gaze lingering on her.
Aurora's feather fan obscured the lower half of her face, revealing only her amorous eyes. She gazed at the waiter quietly for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement, "Okay."
The waiter sat down at the piano, and flowing notes poured from the keys, filling the room with beautiful music.
The ladies, all with a certain level of musical literacy, were immersed in the elegant piano music, while Ancia knew nothing about art. Perhaps it was the piano music, or perhaps it was the cocktail, but her consciousness began to blur.
wrong!
Just a second before Ancia was about to fall into chaos, her 41 points of mental attribute generated a silent energy fluctuation, and the priest's staff in her backpack emitted a shimmering halo.
[Congratulations to the player for mastering the skill "Purifying Spirit Song".]
Anciya mastered the method of casting the Purification Song without being taught, and with a slight movement of her fingers, she outlined the hand gestures for the Purification Song.
The Cleansing Song dispelled the mind control, bringing Ancia back to her senses. The male servant on the piano bench had already stood up and was walking in this direction; his target was Aurora.
Everyone in the room fell asleep, sprawled on the sofa, except for one person.
Murtrie pulled out a dagger from somewhere and, without batting an eye, slashed his own arm, using the pain to force himself to stay awake.
Ancia could smell the blood on Merrith's body. She quietly moved toward Aurora, away from the two assassins who were already fighting. As she moved, Aurora, who had her eyes closed, grabbed her wrist.
Aurora opened her eyes a crack and blinked gently. Ancia stopped knowingly, it seemed that everything was under Aurora's control.
The male waiter, a green-glowing blade between his fingers, was somewhat exasperated. "Which assassin are you, sir? Trying to steal business from our Dark Night Guild?"
Murtrie's actions were ruthless; the scars on his arms seemed to have no effect on him at all, and his moves became increasingly fierce. "Dark Night Guild."
The male waiter playing the piano paused, then suddenly understood, and muttered a curse, "Are you crazy for money? Taking on two assassination jobs at the same time?"
When a client posts a commission with the Dark Night Guild, they need to pay half of the fee as a deposit. If the commission fails, the Dark Night Guild will only take the deposit. Now, another assassin has appeared here to thwart his commission, indicating that the Dark Night Guild has also accepted a commission from his assassination target, and at a higher price.
He immediately begged Murtrie for mercy, "We're all in the same union, there's no need to be so ruthless. I'm not taking this job."
If a person has any hesitation when committing murder, they will reveal their weakness.
Merriel's dagger sliced across the pianist's throat, cleanly taking his life. "That won't do. You're my assassination target."
Aurora sat up from the sofa, the feather fan in her hand now dull and lifeless, which she casually tossed aside. "Morley, I still have half of my commission to complete."
Merri wiped the blood off the dagger. "Tonight I will offer up your husband's head, madam."
Ancia stopped Murtrie, who was about to leave, and pointed to his arm. "Your wound is still there, and the blood will give you away. I am a priest and I can heal you."
Actually, this wound wasn't anything serious; Merri had many ways to conceal the blood, but when he looked at Ancia's outstretched fingers, he realized it was those hands that had just been there...
“Okay.” Merrith stretched out his strong arms and stood up. From his perspective, Ancia looked even smaller; he could pick her up with one hand.
Ancia took out her priest's staff, and the light of healing magic enveloped Mertri's arm, instantly stopping the spread of blood and congealing it on the surface of the wound.
Ancia thought she heard Merritt's breathing quicken, and looked up in confusion, but saw nothing beneath Merritt's calm expression.
Merriel initially intended to change his blood-stained shirt right there in the room, but after glancing at Ancia, he quietly left the room and changed his clothes in the hallway.
Aurora finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, "Little Ancia, do you only know how to use light elemental healing spells?"
"Ah, this is the only one I know for now. Is there a problem?" Ancia asked blankly as she put away her staff.
“Morley is of the dark attribute. Your light healing spell is useful, but it’s like disinfecting his wound with saline solution.” Aurora leaned against the armrest, smiling with her hand on her cheek. “He didn’t even dodge. He’s really patient.”
ah……
Ancia covered her face with her hands and screamed silently. What had she done? First, she treated Mortley like a toy, then she tortured him with light elemental skills...
Is there any hope for a happy ending for the male lead?
After the salon manager silently dealt with the bloodstains and the corpse in the room, the ladies slowly regained their senses, completely unaware of what had just happened. After glancing at the time, they said their goodbyes and left.
Aurora and Ancia got into the carriage, and after a short wait, there was a knock on the door.
A square wooden box was handed to Aurora. She opened it, glanced at it, and then placed it under her feet. "How comfortable! Being a countess is nothing compared to being a count myself!"
Merriel's voice was deep. "The commission is complete. When is the final payment due?"
Aurora tossed out a crystal card, which was caught by Mortley with two fingers. After receiving the final payment, Mortley did not leave, but looked at Ancia sitting on the outside of the carriage in silence.
Under the bright lantern of the carriage, Ancia could clearly see Merritt's face. After removing the mask, his features were sharp and deep, his jawline was like a knife cut, and his dark red eyes were cold and ruthless against the backdrop of his black hair.
"Um, I can't explain everything that happened tonight, but I can pay..." Ancia said guiltily, now only wanting to salvage her already precarious goodwill.
Merri moved so quickly that Ancia couldn't see anything clearly, only feeling a gentle breeze brush past her ear, and her right ear suddenly felt lighter.
“This is enough.” The blue earring in Merri’s hand shimmered under the light. “I’ll be waiting for you in Gracia, Ancia.”
He gently chewed the last three words under his tongue, his voice inexplicably low and hoarse.
Anciya touched her empty earlobe, and the system promptly reminded her that her spirit level had decreased by 1 point due to the lack of jewelry.
The Night Walker's departure was as unpredictable as his arrival; even though eyes were fixed on him, no one could discern how he left.
The carriage clattered forward, heading towards the Holy See of Light.
As Ancia pondered the events of the night, a sudden realization dawned on her: Aurora was none other than the marquis repeatedly mentioned in the side quests, the one who murdered her husband to seize power, the politician known as the Black Widow.
“Aurora, you will become a marquis in the future,” Ancia said softly. She wasn’t lying; in the story, the Black Widow Earl eventually became a marquis.
Aurora raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Ancia added with a smile, "I know some fortune telling."
Aurora's smile, no longer concealed by her feather fan, revealed a burning desire for power. "With Ancia's blessing, there shouldn't be any problems."
The two ladies burst into laughter, their clear laughter carrying outside the carriage.
The carriage stopped at the main entrance of the Holy See of Light. Ancia said goodbye to Aurora and met Heligalo, who had just finished work, in the corridor.
With the moon high in the sky, Heligalo frowned deeply as he watched Ancia, whose lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
"Ancia, why are you missing an earring?"
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