Assassin's Chronicle Chapter 553

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The incident, whereby Suzanna had been attacked, did not create any uproar . The people and mercenaries had carried on with their lives as usual . At dusk, a carriage, which was not as new, stopped before the courtyard in the northern part of the city . Ye got out slowly from the carriage .

Ye's appearance represented a command . More than 10 figures that were nearby slowly rose up to the sky . A few hundred mercenaries suddenly appeared on the street, and dashed toward the courtyard, surrounding it . Seven to eight half-elf archers jumped up to the roofs to form a circle . They had their bows and arrows ready, and were searching for their targets .

Shinbela followed after Ye, jumping down from the carriage . Anfey was the last to appear . He looked calm, and was staring listlessly at the courtyard . There were many ways to express one's anger . To make a ruckus was being too shallow . This was not his style, and it was unfit for his status . He had to be here, as the one who had saved Julie was extremely powerful . The traces that he had left behind denoted that he could be a top level power . Anfey could not take any chances, he had to ensure the safety of his men .

The mercenaries had smashed the door of the courtyard and dashed in . No combat sound was heard . Ye said with a wry smile, "Sir, you are right . They have left . "

"We can't be making a wasteful trip . Let's go in and take a look," Anfey said flatly .

As Ye stepped into the courtyard, a few mercenaries walked out . He was hopeful and asked, "Have you found anything?"

"Sir, no one is inside, and there are only a few things around," one of the mercenaries replied .
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"They could not have wasted their time to pack up the things?" Ye found it unbelievable, and dashed in . There was a two-story building in the courtyard that was made of wood . There were nine rooms in total, and Ye searched through them all, including the kitchen and cellar . And just as the few mercenaries had said, the things left behind were few . There was no firewood in the kitchen or backyard . The kitchen looked as though it had seldom been used . Most of the rooms were empty, except for two that had beds in them . As for the furniture, other than a big mirror, there was nothing else .

Ye felt helpless . Suzanna had been attacked, and that was worse than the jailbreak of Julie . This was an upfront challenge to The League of Mercenaries . He was determined to get to the bottom of it . Suzanna had killed the two assassins, and the other two, after Edy's interrogation, had divulged secrets . However, Ye could not decipher what their secrets were, as their appellation and records were unique . Ye needed time to look into it . The only useful information was their foothold . If he could not find anything here, there would be no other clues . He could not be sitting around, waiting for their next move .

Anfey was not surprised . An agent would call this a broiler . When he took up assignments previously, he would use different identities and appearances, and rent a place near the target . He had to take precautions . Although this was different from his previous occupation, the nature of the work was similar . Whatever the other party could think of, Anfey had already thought of it, unless there was a vast difference in the intelligence . If things were too obvious, the other party must be up to some tricks, as the styles did not match .

"Ye, get a few men to guard this place . The rest can leave," Anfey said softly .

"Guard this place? Will they be coming back?"

"I don't think so, but there might be some unexpected surprises . "

Ye pondered for a while and nodded, "All right . "

"Go and check up on the owner of this courtyard . But…don't hope too much . If you can't find any clue, then forget it . "

"Forget it?" Ye asked in shock . He had not expected Anfey to not care a whit about it .

"Yes" Anfey nodded and said, "I will make a move first . I will be meeting a guest . You can go back later . Hmnn…all of you must be careful during this period . Especially you, Shinbela . You like to act alone . Please change this habit . "

"Oh…" Shinbela replied .

"Sir, who is this important guest?" Ye was curious . He knew that Anfey was either going through the formality by his presence, or he was here to prevent a mishap from happening .

"You will know later . " Anfey smiled .

In a residential area near the Citymaster Manor, Hui Wei was pacing up and down, looking pale . He looked as though he was waiting for someone . What he feared would happen had happened . His master had written him a letter, instructing him to arrange a meeting for him with Anfey . He was thunderstruck when he received the letter . He did not want others to treat him differently, and in order to maintain the friendship, he had to keep the secret to himself . However, his master kept pressing him and caused him to be in agony . He had looked for Anfey many times, but he always changed his mind . However, he could not drag on any further, as his master had consecutively sent letters to him, and sounded more harsh each time . If he chose to tell Anfey himself, at least he would have taken the initiative to make a confession . However, if he waited for his master to arrive, then he would be exposed . He dared not think of the consequences .

Finally, he decided to tell Anfey . To his surprise, Anfey only thought for a while before agreeing to his request . He had not even asked who Hui Wei's master was . As the appointed time was approaching, Hui Wei felt increasingly uneasy . He even blamed his master . His master had told him before that he had only hoped for Hui Wei to acquire his knowledge . He would not force Hui Wei to do things against his wishes, but he had gone back on his word . Moreover, whatever Hui Wei had learnt from him was not practical . Out of the blue, people were after his life . Although his master had given him some magical instruments for self-protection, including the Shattered Will of God of War, his power was limited . In the end, he had to flee to the magic beast forest and associate himself with the orcs .

As Hui Wei's mind was wandering, Anfey had appeared before his eyes . He quickly stepped forward and said, "Anfey, my master…has arrived . "

"I know . " Anfey nodded . "I can sense his breath . " The air was filled with a breath that brought discomfort . Although it was very weak, Anfey was still able to sense it .

Hui Wei was searching for the right words, but when he heard Anfey's reply, he grew paler . He stuttered and asked, "You…you know…who my master is?"

"Of course . " When Anfey saw Hui Wei's uneasy look, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hui Wei, I appreciate your efforts in getting your master here to meet, instead of me going to meet him . " Although Anfey was not explicit, what he meant was clear and simple . If the other party had come to meet him, Anfey would stillhave the upper-hand . However, if Anfey were to go and meet him, that would put Anfey in danger .

"Anfey, you…" Hui Wei was at a loss for words .

"Your master has shown his sincerity by risking his life to be here . Don't worry, we will not have conflicts," Anfey said with a smile, then strode up the stairs .

Hui Wei let out a long sigh of relief, and looked gratefully at Anfey . In fact, Anfey was grateful to Hui Wei, too . Ever since Saul had appraised the combat force of Morgan and Desvidia upfront, Anfey was aware of the possible crisis . He did not want to have clashes with the three master necromancers, at least, not now . What Hui Wei had conveyed to him was a great opportunity . As long as the other party was not here to do him harm, Anfey would not provoke him . Anfey had a family, and he had people whom he cared for . It would be irrational for him to go against those old bachelors who had no qualms about killing . Unless he had been forced into a corner, Anfey would not want to do so .

Anfey stood at the door of a room and knocked gently . "Is Mr . Golman there?"

"Please come in, Sir Anfey, you are the host . " A husky voice came out of the room .

Anfey opened the door and walked in . Golman had stood up and politely extended his hand to signal Anfey to sit down . This was a friendly gesture . Anfey broadened his smile and sized Golman up . Apparently, Golman was an ugly necromancer . He looked like a skeleton, with a heap of skin stretched over him . "Heap" was the right word, not "layer" . There was a strange red light flickering in his eyes . It sent shivers down one's spine . When a woman aged, her breasts would sag . For Golman, who was of a great age, even his nose sagged . As he spoke, his nose swung along, side to side .

"After you," Anfey politely said .

Golman did not waste time on such trivial matters . He sat down slowly, the red light in his eyes flickering . "Sir Anfey, it seems like you are not worried at all . "

"Worried? You mean…"

"After all, I am just a notorious necromancer . Aren't you afraid that others will talk behind your back, if they know that you are seeing me?"

"I have heard Sir Baery talk about you . I can tell that he respects you . Although you and the high priest, Stan, should be…at loggerheads with each other, he does not dislike you . From them, I have discovered many truths . " Anfey said with a smile, "I don't think they will say anything . As for the rest, I can't be bothered with them . "

"Truth…this is an enticing word . A long time ago, I started this journey because of this word . " From his expression, one could not see his inner world, but his voice sounded gentle . "Not many people can accept the truth . Sir Anfey, are you able to accept the truth?"

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