Where there's light, there's darkness.
The country of the Saint was a vast and beautiful country, but that didn't mean it was heaven. Darkness and evil would always breed wherever humans gathered, even the country of the Saint was no exception.
Kerha City.
This was a city located at the border. On the surface, it didn't look as serious and serious as other border cities. On the contrary, the prosperous and elegant buildings and the undulating villas made this place look more like a holiday resort. The green hills and clear waters, the clean and tidy streets, and the flat and tall city walls made everything look luxurious and beautiful.
But now, the murderous soldiers had broken the tranquility of the place.
"They're here again."
Sitting in a tavern, a man in black clothes said with a chuckle as he watched the heavily armed soldiers walking on the street. He raised his glass, took a sip of ale, and sneered.
"Look, don't they look like a group of wild dogs chased out by their master?"
"What can we do? After all, I heard that the one who died this time was the city lord's useless son."
The woman sitting next to him shook her head. Although her tone was rather helpless, there was a trace of a smile on her face.
"How did he die this time?"
"I heard that he accidentally fell from the balcony and died."
The woman nodded meaningfully.
"Many people saw it with their own eyes."
"Yeah …."
Hearing the woman's answer, the man in black sneered.
"Accidents … are everywhere. Our Lord Grim Reaper is really something."
"Keep your voice down, idiot."
The woman fiercely stepped on the man's foot to make his expression less weird.
"Don't you know what it means to keep a low profile? Although that rumor is just a rumor, it's not just a rumor! Be careful, if you keep spouting nonsense, you'll be the next one to suffer an accident! "
Hearing this, the man's expression suddenly turned serious and didn't dare to speak anymore.
All of this started from the "Death Exchange" half a month ago.
In this Kerha City, there was a rumored "Death Exchange". Of course, it wasn't a gathering place for necromancers, nor was it related to hell. In fact, it was a gathering place for dark assassins. Those assassins from various forces or those without any forces would accept the mission in the Death Exchange and then assassinate the target. Of course, all of this was kept secret. The commissions would be placed on specially treated wooden boards, and only assassins were allowed to take these commissions. Of course, the Death Exchange also had strict restrictions and a ranking system. Those assassins who completed the mission would be promoted, and then they would be qualified to handle more dangerous missions.
Just half a month ago, something happened in the Death Exchange.
An unknown assassin had taken away a commission to assassinate the captain of the city guards.
It wasn't a big deal, so the assassins didn't pay much attention to it. But just one day later, the Death Exchange confirmed the death of the guard captain.
He did not die on his way home, nor did he disappear into a dark corner. Instead, he slipped and fell from the city gate after getting drunk. Then, he landed head first on the ground in front of everyone's eyes.
And then … naturally, there was no then.
No one took it seriously. Everyone knew that a small city guard captain liked to drink too much. It was normal for him to accidentally step on a loose brick after drinking too much and fall to his death.
But to everyone's surprise, not long after the death of the Garrison Captain, the letter of entrustment returned to the Death Exchange and asked for confirmation.
In other words, the guard captain was not killed by an accident, but by an assassin?
For the Death Exchange to become a famous gathering place for underground assassins in the dark, it naturally had its own capabilities. They invited the most powerful prophet on their side to carry out a prophecy and investigation on the death of the Garrison Captain. The conclusion was that the Garrison Captain had indeed died of an accident.
Since the evidence was conclusive, they naturally couldn't let the thief who fished in troubled waters succeed, so the Death Exchange naturally revoked the commission. Of course, they didn't find the assassin who accepted the commission. At that time, they only thought that the thief was probably planning to take the opportunity to make a fortune, so he deliberately hid himself. Especially after the Death Exchange revoked the commission, the assassin did not come out to explain. This made the Death Exchange even more certain that the assassin was just lucky. After accepting the commission, the target died accidentally, so the assassin planned to get a reward.
But after that, something strange happened.
In the Death Exchange, there were cases of people accepting missions, and then the assassination targets all died due to various accidents. These commissions were also returned to the Exchange for confirmation after the death of the mission targets, but the result of the prophet's investigation on each commission was ….. an accidental death.
Once or twice could be considered an accident, but a large number of similar "accidents" in a short period of time was no longer an accident.
The person in charge of the Death Exchange was not a fool. Their prophet was a legendary mage, but even the prophet could not detect any signs …. How was that possible?
The assassins in this world were very powerful, but they were still assassins after all. To put it bluntly, they were existences that hid in the dark and dealt a fatal blow. The greatest advantage of the assassins here was patience and the ability to assassinate everywhere. They could wait for more than half a year for a target, constantly looking for the target's flaws and seeking a fatal blow. They could also use their weapons full of curses or magic power to break the opponent's defence, but even so, they still had to do it themselves.
Because of this, these assassins generally relied on special means to conceal themselves. At the same time, assassins would not take out their star runes casually. In other words, everyone knew that an assassination in this world was an assassination, but at most, they did not know who the assassin was.
But ….. this assassin's "assassination" was no longer an assassination.
It was more like a declaration from the Grim Reaper.
Of course, at first, the Death Exchange did not pay too much attention to this "assassin", because although the people the assassin killed were of high status, they were all very weak. If the assassin was far stronger than them, it was not impossible for the assassin to kill them with such a powerful force. At most, it would just be a bit of a prank.
However, when an Advanced Mage from a certain family was assassinated, things immediately took a turn for the worse.
Of course, according to the people who examined the body at the time, the mage suddenly lost control of his magic when he was releasing it, and he died because he was caught off guard. From the beginning to the end, there was no sign of the mage being controlled, and after the clerics of the Holy Cathedral examined the body, they said that the body was not poisoned or had taken any drugs that could interfere with one's mind.
If it were any other place, they would probably just treat it as a mistake by the advanced mage and not pay too much attention to it.
But the Death Exchange did not see it that way.
Because right before the advanced mage died, his assassination request was taken away by the "Grim Reaper".
And when the advanced mage died, the "request" was sent back again.
For a moment, the higher-ups of the entire Death Exchange were shocked.
Although in the eyes of ordinary people, assassins had an advantage over mages, in fact, the last thing an assassin wanted to face was a mage, especially an advanced mage. After reaching the Intermediate level, Mages would use all kinds of methods to store up defensive spells to deal with unexpected situations. Whether it was assassinations, poisoning, or even mind control, it was impossible to take advantage of a Mage's defenseless state to launch a surprise attack on someone. Once a mage was prepared, the next unlucky one would definitely be the assassin.
Therefore, for powerful assassins, it was better to assassinate a high-level warrior, a swordsman, or even a druid than to assassinate a mage. After all, they still had a certain degree of confidence in facing these professions, but when facing a mage, they basically gambled on whether the other party was really stupid enough to be killed by the assassin.
Of course, the assassin's face was usually dark … As for the ending, there was no need to ask too much.
But right now, there was actually an assassin who could kill a advanced mage in such a strange and easy way? More importantly, no one found out how he did it at all!
This immediately attracted the attention of the Death Exchange. Even the three legendary powerhouses of the Death Exchange were mobilized to specifically stay in front of the entrustment board, trying to find the assassin.
But then, a horrifying scene happened.
Another entrustment quietly disappeared, followed by an "accidental death", and the entrustment returned to the Death Exchange. The problem was, during the whole process, the three powerhouses did not find anything at all!
It meant that the man had escaped the joint search of a powerful Oracle Mage, a Legendary-tier Assassin, and a Legendary-tier Bandit. He had entered the Death Exchange as if he had entered a deserted place, yet no one had noticed him!
Was he still human?!
As the matter gradually spread, the news of an "invisible Grim Reaper" appearing in the Death Exchange was also widely spread. Many people had heard of it. Because of this, they were even more frightened. Some people even specially bribed assassins to find out the target of the "invisible Grim Reaper", so that they could investigate and take precautions. But … it was all for naught.
"… An invisible Grim Reaper?"
The sheriff in armour raised his head and looked at his pale subordinate in front of him.
"Isn't this a normal accident? You saw it with your own eyes, didn't you? "
"Of course, Lord Conan …"
Hearing the sheriff's question, the attendant in front of him also broke out in cold sweat.
"As you said, we were also invited to the ball at that time, and both you and I saw that person's … absurd behavior with our own eyes …"
At this point, the attendant's face also showed a trace of disapproval. Because the useless son of the dead city lord was a lewd man who loved to play with women. In fact, when they went to attend the banquet hosted by the city lord this time, they saw how annoying that wastrel was. After he failed to molest the maid, he planned to take her away by force. During this process, the wastrel suddenly stepped on the smooth floor and lost his balance, then hit the railing of the balcony on the second floor. Perhaps because the railing had not been repaired for many years and broke, he fell to his death in front of everyone.
Knight Conan, of course, saw this scene. He was about to go over and stop that idiot's stupid behavior. Although he was now retired, as a former Paladin, it was impossible for him to be indifferent to this kind of thing.
Not to mention that the idiot son had a very bad reputation in the city. After his death, the whole city almost celebrated. If it weren't for the city lord, the whole city would have started celebrating by now.
But now, the city lord came to find him and said that he wanted to search for a "Grim Reaper"?
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