Shirin didn't know if the other party intended to help her, a mere maid, or if they had simply seized an opportunity to attack the king when he was vulnerable, thus coincidentally saving her.
She didn't know the real reason.
But she knew exactly what she should do now.
run!
Get away from this place; only survival can keep going.
"Tsk!"
Staggering as she dug, Xilin smacked her lips, a rare occurrence for her, and bit her lip hard.
Damn it.
Why isn't it time yet?!
...
Card!
Just as Shirin disappeared around the corner, the female assassin who had been fighting the king like a venomous snake suddenly retreated.
He dodged the king's swing and exclaimed in admiration:
"That's amazing! You're incredibly strong!"
Tick-tock.
A drop of blood dripped from the dagger, and the female assassin became visibly excited, looking at the king, whose face remained unchanged, with a sickly expression.
A small wound now appeared on his cold, hard face, from which a drop of blood seeped.
"You were actually able to dodge that! That's really exciting!"
But the king paid no attention to this and remained silent, walking step by step toward the female assassin.
Like a silent mountain range!
It was incredibly oppressive.
The female assassin, however, became even more excited when facing such a powerful enemy.
"Ahhh! He's a strong one! A true strong one!"
Her body twitched unnaturally, and as if she couldn't control herself, she lowered herself and raised the dagger.
"Strong one, can you become even stronger?"
As if she had seen some fresh and delicious food, the female assassin could hardly hide her desire and exclaimed:
"If I kill you..."
"How strong will I become?"
Finally, the king, dragging the giant sword, spoke.
"If you want to kill me, then go ahead."
"If you can do it, then do it."
He coldly and disdainfully looked down at the crazed assassin, as if it were both contempt and a matter of course:
"Struggle, you ant, for standing before you is the hero-king Reinhardt."
...
...
"Don't worry, Andrew, everyone's current goal is the same, and we won't attack our allies."
Andrew nodded silently, feeling no goodwill whatsoever towards the seemingly easy-going middle-aged man in front of him who was staring at him intently.
[Bloody Hand] Charles, one of the leaders of the contestants' alliance, is also a "suspected" Tier 4 whose overall combat strength ranks among the top ten.
Andrew, on the other hand, knew much more. He was well aware of how Charles had earned the nickname "Bloody Hand" and understood just how ruthless he was.
"Okay, you rest first, I'll go check on the others."
Charles walked away understandingly and went to continue socializing with the other wary contestants.
Andrew held his wine glass, looking at the grand banquet being held by the "Contestants' Alliance," and found it all strange and absurd.
At a time like this, they're actually holding a banquet?
Finding them is surprisingly easy.
They loudly proclaimed their existence, extending tempting olive branches to those around them.
After walking around the noble district for a short while, Andrew saw the coded messages written in modern script left by these people. After thinking about it, he followed the signs and came to the villa.
This place originally belonged to a poor duke, but his entire family, including guards and maids, were slaughtered by Charles and a few other contestants during the day.
Then they voluntarily contributed it, and the alliances took over and chose it as their activity base.
It wasn't that no one questioned their actions, but Charles managed to convince them with the argument that "those guys are all fake, it's just a competition."
Using the excuse of going to the washroom, Andrew thought for a moment and then tore up a simplified prophecy he had prepared and threw it into the candlestick to burn.
"We can't trust them."
If these people receive the prophecy, who knows what even more outrageous things they might do.
Silently shaking his head, Andrew calmed down after discovering that there was no trace of Ning Feng here.
"Let's go, they..."
As Andrew pondered how to escape, he noticed bloodstains on the ground.
It looked like traces left after a body had been dragged away, marks that hadn't been wiped clean.
Frowning, Andrew looked around, but finally followed the remaining trail slowly.
They arrived at a basement that had been haphazardly locked and saw blood seeping from the crack in the middle door, blood that was already beginning to darken.
"This is……"
After cautiously glancing around, Andrew quickly unlocked the door once he was sure no one would approach in the short term.
The old, shabby door lock clicked open.
Taking a deep breath, Andrew forcefully pushed the door open, almost silently, and peeked inside...
!
!
"...Tsk!"
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