Chapter 1907 A Killer''s Pride
Blood, blood… For Morgany''s future, they must get the blood. "No! It''s not right. We must go out there and help Mr. Vader." "Your Highness, stay in the carriage!" Decan and the other 1 rejected his orders, vigntly looking from side to side with heightened senses. But before they could react, a dagger already plunged through the window, distracting them wholly. At this moment, they were already standing on 2 legs with weapons drawn. Dammit! "A diversion!" In that split second earlier, they were so distracted by the dagger they undermined the enemy intruding through the carriage''s door.
Before they knew it, another enemy had opened the carriage and stabbed his Highness Frederik on the arm. Ahhh!!!
Frederik felt his heart jolt in despair, when feeling the cold blood in his arm meat. Never in his life had he seen people move so swiftly. They were like smoke, uncatchable and too darn hard to deal with. Frederik swore everything happened in a blink of an eye. One minute he was talking to those in the carriage, and the next, he was ruthlessly getting his arm stabbed by these people. But this was odd. They had the clear chance and opportunity of killing him, yet they only stabbed his arm, and withdrew the dagger in a split second before vanishing as if not here in the first ce. "Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright?" Kilmonga quickly attended to Frederik''s arm while the others anxiously protected them. What was going on? They couldn''t make heads or tails of what the intentions of these enemies were. .
Through his pain, Frederik stared at his arm thoughtfully. "It doesn''t feel like poison…" If the dagger wasced with poison, then it would make sense that they stabbed him and withdrew back. But closing his eyes, Frederik controlled the blood around his wound, essing and concluding there were no poisonous toxinsced on the dagger. Don''t forget that he, Frederik, possesses the unique ability of controlling water/fluids.
"Why do I have a hunch that their attack was only for the sole purpose of getting my blood?" Frederik was stumped and couldn''t think of any reason why anyone would want his blood. If this was modern times, Frederik might think of one using his DNA or even cloning. But in these medieval times, what does getting one''s blood prove? He felt his severed head in a basket was more likely to mean something to the enemy''s leader, than his blood on a dagger. "Go!" Torres and his second inmand were quick to leave the scene, fleeing with all their might, after giving a long whistling order to the men still fighting Landon. The order was simple: Escape if you can, kill yourself if you can''t. Landon squinted his eyes at Torres''s back after secretly cing a tracking signal on him. What? Did you think he was negligent and allowed Torres'' get close to Frederik by ident? It was better for the enemy to get some level of sess, so they can leave Frederik alone for the time being. After seeing the delicate way Torres wiped the blood off the de and onto the neatly prepared cloth, he knew they hade for Frederik''s blood. Of course, their primary mission might have been to capture Frederik alive. But since that''s no longer an option, his blood was the next best thing. At least this should get them off Frederik''s back for the time being. Sure enough, Landon was right. For now, they dared not go around Frederik especially when thinking the mysterious Mr. Vader would be around him. No~ n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Despite how small this victory was, they had to understand that they had indeedpleted their mission, so they must hurriedly get the bloodied cloth to Morgany ASAP. Though it was shameful to have lost to one man (Mr. Vader), how dare they tell the truth as it is? Do you want other elite groups like their Sacred Order tough at them? Impossible. They must say there were over 500 people protecting Frederik.
Yes… They must say that 500 people protected Fredrik, against a handful of them. Yes, yes, yes… People will look at them in awe when knowing they were still able to get Frederik''s blood even after so many people were guarding Frederik. .
One must never underestimate the weight of an assassin''s pride and reputation. Know that if they dared to tell the truth, they would get demoted in a sh. It was ironic that they, one of the top cleanup orders in the TOEP, were now worried that their blunders would be discovered. If the truth eventuallyes out, will another cleanup crewe after the matter to confirm the truth instead? Dammit! It was all this Mr. Vader''s fault. Although they told everything to flee if they could, they understood that apart from the 2 of them, everyone else in their group was likely to die. This Mr. Vader was quite a cruel fellow. His attacks were urate and fatal. Torres knew it was likely that only he and his second inmand would survive. However, as they say… 1 person can keep a secret…. But 2 or more, bes a problem. sh!!!
"Lea–" The 2nd inmand held the back of his neck, turning around to face his leader in disbelief. Rule 2: No TOEP members must ever kill each other, unless it was an order from above.
The leader… the leader really killed him. In a sh, the 2nd inmand understood the reason why the leader made such a bold decision. However, understanding his reasons, didn''t mean he could forgive the leader for taking his life. "YOU-YOu-You-you–" Torres expressionlessly watched his 2nd inmand slowly lose his breath with eyes full of hate. Hate all you want, but dead men tell no tales. "Sorry, old friend… I shall cherish your sacrifice in the depths of my heart."
Torres gave one more look at his deadpanion, beforepletely shing off his neck the same way a less skilled assassin would. He couldn''t leave any traces that this was done by him or any Morg for that matter.