A muffled sound of thunder rang out, and the raindrops fell with pitter-patter sounds. Soon, the raindrops formed a line, and splashed down.
The pedestrians on the streets gradually quickened their pace, and most of them went to find a nearby shop to take shelter from the rain. This brought valuable customer flow to the shops that hadn't had many customers for the entire night.
At this moment, Bertley was standing on a large tree in the plaza outside Amy's, and he was still standing in a completely still posture. Rain fell on his body as he stared intently at Amy's.
The rain had soaked through the floor-to-ceiling crystal, and he was situated in a blind spot, so he couldn't see what was going on in the restaurant.
After a brief hesitation, he slowly slid down the tree, crouching down as he moved slowly through the bushes. The sound of the rain falling on the tree leaves masked the faint sounds that he was making.
As he approached Amy's, he began to feel a little nervous. This was the first time that he had felt this way ever since he had received the mission to spy on Louis.
Why did Louis come here on his own after everyone else left? Did he really just want to buy a box of mooncakes for his child? Or is there some unspeakable secret between him and that man? Or perhaps … it has something to do with that incident from three years ago? With that in mind, Bertley's breathing began to accelerate.
He had been following Louis for over nine months, and he was very familiar with his habits and personality. His actions today were clearly a little out of the ordinary, and that made him think of more things.
He didn't know much about the incident from three years ago, but he knew who Alex was, and what kind of rewards he would receive if he could find and kill him. Those were rewards that he would never be able to attain in his entire life. This was something that the leader of the Cheetah Legion had told him in person prior to his departure.
Of course, if he could bring this information back to the Cheetah Legion, he would also be rewarded handsomely. However, that reward paled in comparison to the reward of killing Alex.
Furthermore, there were countless people in this world who wanted to kill Alex to make a name for themselves.
He had once stood at the pinnacle of the Norland Continent, and was the number one knight of the Roth Empire. Even though he had been completely crippled, killing him was still something that would go down in the annals of history.
Bertley was one of them. With his aptitude, it would be difficult for him to break through to level 5 in his lifetime. Even among the cheetahs, he could only be considered below average. He was destined to be an unknown spy for the rest of his life, carrying out boring tasks like monitoring Louis day after day.
He had walked out of the slums in the western part of Rodu, and had seen many filthy things in the past. He knew just how torturous it was to have to rely on murky rainwater to quench his thirst for food at night. As such, he had done everything he could to climb up the social ladder. He had joined the military, stabbed his comrades in the back, and taken all of the credit for himself. All of this was so that he could one day become a member of the elite class of the Roth Empire in the eastern part of the city.
However, he gradually realized that it was impossible to do so without strength and status. With his qualifications and his background in the slums, it was impossible for him to live in that place for the rest of his life.
In contrast, Alex, who had joined the military at around the same time as him, received the empire badge three years later, and was bestowed a large mansion by the king, which was situated in the center of the eastern part of the city.
"The heavens are always so unfair. Some people are descendants of major families, but they still possess extraordinary aptitude and can win the hearts of countless beauties. People like them deserve to die …" Bertley stroked the dagger hanging from his waist as he murmured to himself with a smile. A flash of lightning flashed past, illuminating his sinister and twisted face.
…
Black Hawk and the others were hiding under a canopy outside the Mobai blacksmith shop, looking like a group of ordinary people who were taking shelter from the rain.
"Captain, we've already asked around. The owner of this restaurant is called Mag, and his customers call him Boss Mag. His first name is Mag, and his last name is Ge. That half-elf girl is his daughter, and her name is Amy. No one knows where he came from. All we know is that this restaurant opened about a month and a half ago, and business has been booming ever since. He's been widely referred to as a prodigy chef by his customers, "the thin man whispered into Narson's ear.
"Meg? Meg … "Narson's brows furrowed tightly. That name struck him with a sense of familiarity. All of a sudden, a thought flashed through his mind, and his heart began to race uncontrollably.
Alex's name was widely known on the Norland Continent, but not many people knew that it was actually only his surname. This was a major family that had a glorious history on the Norland Continent, and had once guarded the borders of the empire for several centuries.
Then, over a decade ago, Alex had made a name for himself on the southwestern border of the Roth Empire, and gradually made a name for himself on the Norland Continent. After that, he slew demons and slayed evil dragons, and the name Alex gradually spread throughout the Norland Continent, and he also approved of being referred to as such.
However, very few people knew that his real name was actually Meg Alex.
Narson was aware of this as prior to leaving Rodu, he had carefully read through all of the information related to Alex, and had committed most of it to memory.
This was a habit of his, and also a basic requirement for a qualified member of the Black Falcons.
A three-and-a-half-year-old half-elf girl, a father and a daughter of unknown origins, and the same name; it was very difficult for such a coincidence to occur in the same person.
Even though there were many unexplainable contradictions surrounding the owner of this restaurant, the information that he had obtained was enough for him to take a gamble. If the owner of this restaurant who could make such delicious mooncakes was really Alex, then he would be able to achieve a meteoric rise and become an honored guest of the second prince.
If this guy wasn't Alex, then they had only killed a restaurant owner by mistake. They had many ways to escape from Chaos City, and there was no way that they would leave behind any evidence that pointed to the Black Falcons.
"Get ready to attack. Kill that restaurant owner, then capture that half-elf girl alive. Once we do that, we'll immediately split up and leave Chaos City," Narson said in a serious voice.
"Captain, is he really Alex?" The thin man stared at Narson with incredulity, and asked, "But how did Alex become a chef? How did he manage to open a restaurant in Chaos City? "
All of the other members of the Black Falcons also wore similar expressions. In particular, after tasting those delicious mooncakes, it was even more difficult for them to associate this man with the legendary Alex who had once slain dragons.
"This is an order, and all you have to do is carry it out. I'm the highest commander of the Black Falcons in Chaos City." A serious expression appeared on Narson's face as he raised a hand, and said, "Disperse and surround the restaurant. After the people inside leave, we'll begin our operation."
"Yes." Everyone nodded in unison.
…
In the restaurant, Louis looked at Meg, who had come downstairs again, and an apologetic expression appeared on his face as he said, "Sorry, looks like my arrival has caused you some trouble."
"Don't worry about it. You're not good at concealment anyway, so you won't be able to sense that you're being followed." Meg shook his head with a smile as he placed the large wine barrel in his hand onto the table. He patted the barrel as he turned to Louis with a smile, and asked, "Want a drink first?"
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