Bloody Mary had quite a lot of experience in chasing after its enemies.
In fact, not only was it good at chasing, it was also good at sneak attacks, drugging and assassinating. It wasn't just because of its talents and skills, it was also because of the fragmented memories.
'I am an assassin.
I have no emotions.
Cold blooded murder. '
Based on the fragmented memories, Bloody Mary came up with a conclusion about its possible past life. Then … there was nothing else. Other than absorbing the experience from the memories, the rest didn't affect Bloody Mary at all.
It was still a Superior Demon.
Still bound by countless contracts.
Still longing for a real holiday.
Still longing for the sun.
As for the emotions in the memories?
Non-Existent.
Those fragmented memories were like reading a book to Bloody Mary. It was tasting another person's life but it wouldn't become its own.
However, some of the experiences were really useful.
Combined with its current talents and skills, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
Hiding in the air, Bloody Mary approached its target step by step.
The target was hiding under a patch of frozen soil.
Judging from the color of the soil, Bloody Mary could tell this was a hiding spot that the target had prepared beforehand.
It wasn't just well-hidden, it was also equipped with layers of traps.
"Hiding nearby?
Not a bad choice. "
Bloody Mary commented. It then went through half a meter thick camouflage on the ground and entered the target's hiding spot.
It was a piece of cake for Bloody Mary.
It was like eating or drinking.
Bloody Mary looked at the curled up body, as if the target was in hibernation. It wasn't anxious at all. Bloody Mary first grabbed the satchel on the left side of the target's waist, then the dagger beside the target's hand and the dagger hidden in the boot.
After everything was done, Bloody Mary grabbed the man and dragged him into the ground.
The sudden changes caught the target off guard, who was in a special state.
A strong suffocation caused the target to open his eyes. He struggled, trying to break free from Bloody Mary's hold but it was useless. Bloody Mary wasn't afraid of the attacks at all, so it dragged him deeper into the ground.
Bloody Mary only stopped when the target fainted from suffocation.
Bloody Mary grabbed the target and dragged him back to the ground.
However, that wasn't all.
The target was still buried in the ground from the neck down.
Ordinary people would have been suffocated by this method of burial, but the other party was slowly waking up.
The assassin saw Bloody Mary in its normal male form with a single glance. Recalling everything that happened just now, the assassin, who Bloody Mary deemed to be an amateur, changed his expression several times.
Then, he tightly pursed his lips.
The man knew why Bloody Mary didn't kill him.
But it was precisely because of this that he could not speak.
At the very least, he couldn't say it now.
"Can we talk?"
Bloody Mary spoke slowly.
The assassin buried in the ground didn't say a word. He even closed his eyes.
Bloody Mary smiled when it saw Kieran's uncooperative attitude.
"Do you know?"
"You should be glad."
"You've met me, not my boss."
"If it was my boss, you would have been dead by now. But me?"
"I won't be so rough."
Bloody Mary then mimicked Kieran's action and snapped its fingers.
Its unique [Illusion] ability enveloped the target.
Closing his eyes was useless, it even better suited Bloody Mary's movements.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
The sound of water dripping echoed in the assassin's ears, a familiar smell entering his nose. As a qualified assassin, he was sure it was the smell of fresh blood.
Fresh blood.
Dak, Dak, Dak.
It was the sound of leather boots stepping on fresh blood. The footsteps were heavy, it should be a fat man.
The man was getting closer.
As the footsteps got closer, the smell of blood got heavier. The assassin couldn't help but open his eyes.
Then, he saw a figure about two meters tall, wearing a leather apron, holding a sharp knife and a meat hook in his hands. Behind the figure was an unlucky guy with his throat slit, hanging there. The blood in his throat was almost all gone, and only a little blood was left, dripping drop by drop. What he heard and smelled just now was all here.
He looked around in a daze.
He was in a room without windows, further away was a closed iron door. The walls around him were stained with blood and the floor was filled with minced meat, like a slaughterhouse.
'Wasn't I buried in the ground just now?
Why am I here? '
Instinctively, he wanted to move his arms and legs.
It was then that he realized he was tied to a metal chair, he couldn't even move a muscle.
The noise attracted the fat figure's attention.
"You're awake?
Don't worry, it's your turn soon. "
As the fat figure spoke, he used the sharp knife in his hand to cut the hook.
The hook was black, emitting cold air and full of spikes. As the sharp knife scratched the hook, sparks flew out.
His pupils shrunk.
Because he suddenly realized that this hook was exactly the same as the hook that had caught the corpse in the distance.
Then, before he could react, the fat figure grabbed his neck and pressed down slightly, exposing his back. He wanted to resist, but the other party's strength was unbelievably great, and it was of no use at all.
He heard the butcher-like figure laugh viciously.
But the most deafening noise was when the hook was swung down.
Wung!
Puk!
The sound didn't stop at all, showing how skilled and ruthless the butcher was. When the excruciating pain filled his body, he couldn't hold it anymore and screamed in agony.
"Aaaargh!
Stop it! "
He scolded the butcher but the butcher wasn't moved at all. The butcher continued with his actions: piercing his body with the hook.
He could even feel the cold hook shuttling through his body, going through the gaps between his ribs and hooking his spine.
At this moment, he finally understood what the barbs on the hook were for.
Every time the hook moved a little, the spikes would inflict excruciating pain on him.
When the hook stopped moving, his body was drenched in cold sweat. Even though the butcher removed the chains that bound him, he couldn't move at all. All he could do was let the butcher hang him on the iron chain on the ceiling.
Huala!
The iron chain clanged and shook the chain further away. The unlucky bastard who lost his life was turned around by the iron hook. A pair of lifeless, lifeless eyes stared at the butcher.
For some reason, a trace of panic rose from the bottom of his heart.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen dead people before.
He had killed quite a few with his own hands.
However, he never thought a dead person would be this scary.
Looking at the butcher reminded him of himself.
A few seconds later, it would be his turn, wouldn't it?
No!
It can't be like this!
The butcher shouted in his heart.
"Wait!
You can't do this to me!
We can make a deal!
I'll give you what you want and you'll let me go? "
He said.
The butcher, who was moving the chair away, was stunned. He looked up at the butcher, his ugly face showing a weird sense of mockery.
"Are you an idiot?
"Have you forgotten how you got here?"
Think about it, it's in your head! "
The butcher asked.
The butcher was stunned by the question, murmurs coming out of his mouth.
"My hiding place was discovered, I was captured, and after being interrogated, I lost my value. Then, I was sent here … No! I haven't lost my value yet!
I still have something else to tell you!
You don't even know who the mastermind behind me is! "
The butcher shouted loudly as he recalled the scenes.
He didn't care about the so-called assassin's rules anymore.
Surviving was the only thing that mattered.
His mind was thinking about the mastermind behind the scenes, he prayed that the butcher would report the news to his superiors.
As long as he reported it to his superiors.
He would have the room to bargain.
He would live.
However, out of his expectation, the butcher shook his head.
"No, this is impossible."
The butcher replied in a firm and decisive manner.
"You don't know the importance of this news, you don't even know …"
"I know, I know.
Isn't it Baron Nora? "
The fat butcher waved his hand and interrupted the butcher's words.
The butcher was stunned.
He looked at the butcher with an unbelievable gaze.
"How did you know?"
He asked.
"How did I know?"
"Very good question.
"Of course it's you who told me!"
After saying that, the fat butcher snapped his fingers again, and the slaughterhouse-like scene before them disappeared.
He was still buried in the ground.
The one who captured him was still standing in front of him.
"I-Illusion?"
The butcher muttered to himself in a daze. He then shook his head and said, "Impossible! Impossible! What happened just now wasn't an illusion, the one before me is!
Yes, the one before me is! "
Bloody Mary showed a sense of disdain in its eyes as it tried to convince its own captive.
"He looks strong but he's so weak that he can't even withstand a single blow.
How can a bastard who avoids reality be a good assassin?
Useless. "
Using [Demon Instinct], Bloody Mary saw through the captive's thoughts and emotions. It didn't care about the butcher, instead, it 'looked' at the wicked mist around it.
As the butcher muttered to himself, the wicked mist started to rumble.
A moment later, it went into the captive's body.
The buried captive hugged his head, his soft muttering turned into a frenzied roar.
"Yes!
This isn't my fault!
The world is the one that's wrong! "
As the words were uttered, the captive's body rapidly expanded, scales popping out from his pores. His normal face started to distort and his facial features were no longer recognizable.
The ground that held him down was broken by the captive.
"I want to correct this mistake!"
The captive jumped up to the ground and roared.
His two-meter-tall body looked extraordinary as he roared.
Then, he started to search for Bloody Mary.
This was the first mistake that Bloody Mary would correct!
Just as he lowered his head, a palm reached out from behind him and brushed past his neck.
The man was still roaring at the sky, his body standing straight, but his head was silently chopped off by Bloody Mary.
Puk!
Blood gushed out from the captive's chest.
Bloody Mary moved like it was taking a stroll in the park, dodging the blood rain and simply tossing the head away.
"An enemy without sanity is the easiest to deal with."
As it spoke, it looked at the wicked mist-like aura that came out from the captive's body. Bloody Mary could tell that the wicked aura was stronger and denser than before.
"Devour?
No, it can't be!
The boss' clone isn't this weak and useless, this should be … "
"Assimilate!"
A single word flashed over Bloody Mary's mind.
It then picked up its spoils of war and was ready to return to its boss.
At this moment, an inexplicable gaze that seemed to have been cast down from the sky swept over them from afar.
Bloody Mary squinted its eyes.
The gaze came from its boss.
'Boss must have noticed the gaze but he didn't tell me, which means I'm being used as a scout again …'
Suddenly, Bloody Mary wanted to return to the West Coast.
'Why me again?
Pride, Sloth, Gluttony are here!
They can do it too!
I don't want to die like this every time! '
Bloody Mary roared in its heart.
However, Bloody Mary wasn't slow at all. Just as the gaze was about to reach its spot, it pretended to sense the gaze and ran for its life.
The gaze paused for a moment.
It then chased after Bloody Mary at full speed.
It was like a hound that discovered a fox.
…
"Well done."
Kieran, who was sitting in the carriage, saw the scene through the power of the contract. He couldn't help but clap his hands lightly, as if he was cheering for Bloody Mary's reaction.
"Hope there will be a decent result."
Kieran thought in his heart as he looked outside the carriage.
The interrogation of the assassin was over. Pol didn't get the information he wanted, not even a bit of useful information.
The assassin had accepted the mission from the Bounty Guild.
"I never thought my head would be worth 500 Gold Purton."
After dealing with the captive and returning to the carriage, Pol signaled his bodyguards to move forward and said with a frown.
"Is it a lot?"
Kieran asked.
He thought it was necessary for him to understand the value of money in this world.
It was what a lone wolf should have, it had nothing to do with instinct.
"For a commoner, it is quite a lot!
A brand new musket costs around 3 Gold Purton and a healthy, strong lumberjack at the outskirts of Mozaar earns around 8 to 10 Copper Kra a day. A whole loaf of black bread costs 6 Copper Kra and in Aïtantin Castle, it's a little more expensive, around 7 Copper Kra. Of course, the common lumberjack in Aïtantin Castle has a higher salary as well.
20 Copper Kra for 1 Silver Sol, 16 Silver Sol for 1 Gold Purton.
"You can calculate how much my head is worth."
The amount of Gold Purton I'm going to buy my title is only 3,000. "
Pol smiled bitterly.
8,000 Silver Sol.
160000 Copper Kra.
Around 26666 whole loaf of black bread.
Kieran, who was sensitive to numbers, instantly got the answer.
He then paused and pointed above his head.
"How much is my loot worth?"
Kieran asked seriously.
"Around 70 to 80 Gold Purton."
Pol sharply noticed the change in Kieran's expression and quickly became serious.
"What about my captive?"
Kieran asked seriously.
"It depends on whether he has a bounty or not, but a person like him usually does and he's still alive, so the bounty should be quite a lot."
Pol said after some careful thought.
Borl didn't know if it was a misconception, but after he gave the answer, His Excellency the Flaming Devil seemed to be … in a good mood?
Did he care how much his loot could be exchanged for?
No!
It was impossible!
Why would the great Flaming Devil care about common currency?
There must be some secret that Kieran didn't notice!
With that thought in mind, Pol started to carefully inspect the surroundings, hoping to find something different.
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