Gusts of wind and rain swept toward them, and it was as if the rain were pouring down from the sky.
A large black umbrella opened up with a bang, blocking all of the rainwater outside. Mag held the umbrella in one hand and his sword in the other. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the figure limping toward the bushes outside the door in the torrential rain.
Meg caught a glimpse of the two figures hiding outside the blacksmith shop in Mobai out of the corner of his eye, and he strode out of the restaurant. The wind and rain instantly drenched his pants and shoes, but his expression remained unchanged as he followed behind Louis at an unhurried pace. His grip on the umbrella was just as steady as his grip on the longsword.
"Captain, he's come out on his own, and he's holding a sword!" The thin man's eyes lit up, but a look of horror quickly appeared on his face. How could an ordinary chef carry a sword on a rainy night like this? If Narson's judgment was correct, then this was Alex, that invincible man. Could they really kill him?
"Looks like he really is Alex, and that crippled man must have some sort of secret connection with him. It's very likely that he's the one who sent him here. We have to kill both of them when we attack." Narson was a lot calmer, and aside from excitement, there was also a hint of wariness in his eyes.
According to all of the information they had gathered, Alex was confirmed to have suffered irrecoverable injuries, and there was no way that he could pick up a sword again.
However, a person's reputation was like a tree's shadow. Just the name Alex alone was enough to make people wary. Now that this man didn't look like he was crippled, naturally, they were a little cautious.
Louis walked in front of the thicket and raised his right hand slightly. A cold light flashed from the scabbard.
Right at this moment, a large umbrella appeared above his head, shielding him from the torrential rain.
Louis' hand faltered slightly, and he turned to look at Meg with a perplexed expression.
"The rain is very heavy; I'll give you a ride," Meg offered with a smile.
"Sure." Louis looked into Meg's eyes and hesitated for a moment. Then, he slid his saber back into its scabbard and followed Meg into the square.
One umbrella, two people, walking neither too fast nor too slow. They didn't look like people who were surrounded at all.
Bertley, who was hiding in the bushes, slowly put down the dagger in his hand. His back was wet from the rain or sweat. He stared intently at the young man holding the umbrella. He could clearly see the long sword in the young man's hand.
The body of the sword was long and slender. It was different from the sword in the legends.
However, walking side by side with Louis on such a rainy night with a sword in hand was enough to explain a lot of things.
However, Bertley wasn't in a hurry to get up because he had just discovered a few of his peers. Their goal should be the same as his. Since they weren't from the Cheetahs, there was only one possibility left — the Blackhawks.
The Cheetahs under the First Prince's command and the Blackhawks under the Second Prince's command were set up to do things that weren't suitable to be done on the surface. The two of them were natural enemies, and they had clashed countless times in the past.
Now, they had encountered each other for the same goal. He was the only one from the Cheetahs, while the Blackhawks had an entire team of eight. He wasn't stupid enough to jump out and take the lead.
"Let's go!" Narson waved a hand and led the way into the rainy night. The seven members of the Blackhawks also followed along in silence. They spread out and followed behind the two people holding the umbrella.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. I hope Louis and that guy who I don't know if he's Alex can kill a few more of the Blackhawks. Only then will I have a chance to kill them all." Bertley hid in the darkness for a while before following everyone into the depths of the Aden Square.
"You shouldn't have come. With your injuries, it'll be very difficult for you to kill anyone even if you can recover. Also, you'll be completely exposed," Louis said in a soft voice. Louis said softly. His voice was blocked by the falling rain outside the umbrella. There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"I find cooking more interesting now, but it's undeniable that killing people is my forte. As long as I can still hold a sword, I can kill people." A smile appeared on Meg's face as he glanced at the people following behind him out of the corner of his eye. He shook his head, and said, "Some of them came here because of you, while others came to me of their own accord. If I can't kill them all before they spread the news, then my identity will be exposed. Hence, they have to die."
"You've changed your sword." Louis glanced at the long sword in Meg's hand.
"This one is more suitable for me now. Besides, isn't my sword being kept in the royal palace as a souvenir?" Meg chuckled with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"How many people are there?" Louis asked in a soft voice.
"Eight plus one. I'll take care of those eight, and you kill the one who came here with you. Be quick; we lose if even one of them gets away." Meg searched for a suitable location in the darkness. He had no choice but to kill people in Chaos City. If he made any mistakes, he would have no choice but to flee with Amy again.
"Did you meet the Goddess? She helped you recover from your injuries, and taught you how to cook? "Louis looked at Meg with a skeptical expression.
"I've only recovered a portion of my injuries. I'm around the 3rd-tier, but killing people shouldn't be an issue." Meg shook his head.
"Alright, I'll kill that one, then help you." Louis nodded. He had no objections to Meg's decision.
Meg stood under a large tree with his umbrella. This was a small forest deep within the Aden Square, and it was quite far away from the restaurant. No one would come here on a rainy night like this, and the sound of rain and thunder was enough to drown out all sounds.
The large umbrella lowered slightly, and when it was raised again, Meg was the only one standing under the tree. Louis had already disappeared.
Within the inky-black forest, the sound of raindrops falling onto the umbrella was like that of a drum being played in the rain.
Narson stopped in his tracks, and an almost inaudible whistle sounded. It sounded like the cry of an unknown insect, and all of the Black Falcons immediately stopped in their tracks. They looked at Meg with wary expressions, waiting for the signal to attack.
Even though this man didn't resemble the man who had once dominated the entire Norland Continent, they were still struck by a sense of immense pressure at the sight of him standing under the tree.
Alex was an insurmountable obstacle for all knights on the Norland Continent. He was also considered to be the pinnacle of human combat prowess. This was evidenced by the fact that close to 10 great magic casters, demons, and knights had been mobilized to kill him.
"I don't care if you're Alex or not; you're going to die tonight." Narson gripped the longsword hanging from his waist tightly as he looked at Meg standing under the tree. He let loose two urgent whistles from the small black whistle in his mouth, and drew his longsword before rushing soundlessly toward the tree like a wraith-like figure.
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