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Mojie dragged his limping form as he trudged onward.
A web of black blood vessels was visible on his neck and above, stark against his skin.
This was the secret weapon bestowed upon him by the Family Head.
He just never expected that one injection would nearly cause him to mutate completely!
Mojie could no longer focus on his mission; saving his own life was all that mattered now, everything else was an illusion.
The wound on his arm seemed to have stopped bleeding.
Although the Royal Knight’s strike had shattered his arm, that injection had genuinely saved his life.
Now, he could only hope he wouldn’t turn into a monster.
He needed to report Henry’s situation to the Family Head.
Henry’s growth had exceeded everyone’s expectations. If the Rumelter family continued to use their old methods against him, they would only be inviting disaster.
“Damn that Henry! Damn those Royal Knights! Once I’ve recovered, I’ll have your lives!”
Mojie’s foot caught, and he fell awkwardly to the ground.
As he tried to get up, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind.
He turned his head in terror, thinking Henry had caught up.
But when he saw who it was, a smirk twisted his lips.
“Wha… what’s this? Isn’t this the maid from Henry’s side?”
Lilith walked forward expressionlessly, appearing completely non-threatening.
Seeing Lilith’s approach, Mojie’s smirk turned teasing.
“Tell me, are you following me because your master isn’t good enough? Thinking of switching allegiance and serving a new master?”
Lilith didn’t answer. She simply stopped walking and stared directly at him.
Yet, for some reason, meeting Lilith’s gaze sent an inexplicable chill down Mojie’s spine.
But reminding himself that she was just an unarmed maid, he suppressed his unease and continued, “Well? Do you want to leave with me? Or do you want to die here?”
Mojie drew his venomous dagger, ready to attack at any moment.
“Mojie. Formerly an assassin of the ‘Owl’ organization, now serves the Rumelter family. Specialties: Assassination, Torture Killing. Weaknesses: Lack of physical strength, Overly arrogant personality, Acts without using his brain.”
Mojie froze, stunned.
This maid had suddenly spoken, listing his information, even his past and his flaws, as if she had laid him completely bare.
He felt utterly exposed, with not a shred of privacy left.
His expression darkened as he stared at the maid, a slight tremor in his voice. “What do you mean by that? How did you get this information?”
“You’ve caused a great deal of trouble. I should have been soaking in a hot spring at home these past few days.”
Lilith’s figure vanished into the darkness.
This made Mojie panic, and he instinctively tried to flee.
But the next moment, his hair was seized violently, and his face was slammed hard into the muddy ground!
Muddy water splashed onto Lilith’s maid dress, but she showed no reaction.
Under the moonlight, Lilith’s eyes gleamed crimson.
Her small leather shoe pressed down on Mojie’s head, grinding it repeatedly into the muck.
“Furthermore, your troublesome actions have deprived me of certain… physical pleasures. That is the most unforgivable thing.”
With those words, she delivered a powerful kick to Mojie’s head.
Mojie’s body flew backward instantly, only stopping when it crashed into a large tree.
She took out a handkerchief, wiped her hands, and then casually discarded it on the ground.
This man couldn’t die yet. He needed to bear all the blame so that Young Master Henry could be released.
She took out a rope, tied up Mojie, and began dragging him back the way they came.
****
Jessica sprinted through the streets of the Imperial Capital.
Darkness enveloped the entire city. The usually bustling streets felt eerily silent tonight.
“Milu, you have to hold on!”
Meanwhile, in a house tucked away in an alley.
A large crowd stood menacingly before the door.
They wore the uniforms of Imperial soldiers, but their demeanor was more like that of street thugs and ruffians.
“The higher-ups said none of these kids can be left alive. Once the job’s done, we get a large share of gold coins.”
“It’s just killing a bunch of kids. Won’t take much effort.”
Someone violently kicked open the iron door.
But the moment they stepped inside, a brick fell from above, knocking the person unconscious instantly!
Blood pooled on the ground, a gruesome sight.
Yet, seeing their companion knocked out, the group showed no fear. Instead, they dragged the unconscious man aside and discarded him, smiles even appearing on their faces.
“What an idiot. Good, one less person to split the money with. We each get a bigger share now.”
They entered the house, weapons in hand.
The floor was littered with remnants of food, clothes, and bedding—clear signs someone lived here.
More importantly, the embers in the fire pit were still warm.
They were definitely still inside.
“Come on out, kids. Uncle won’t hurt you. Just come with us quietly.”
The speaker toyed with a hammer in his hand, a ferocious grin on his face.
The others overturned the meager furniture in the house, trying to find the children’s hiding spot.
But no matter how they searched, the children were nowhere to be found.
“Dammit! Where are they hiding? Where did they go?”
Someone sat down on the sofa, looking like he’d lost the will to keep searching.
“Let’s just burn the place down. They must still be inside. Burning them to death should still get us paid.”
“What if they’re not dead?”
Another man glared at him discontentedly.
“If we botch this job, we’re the ones who’ll die!”
Hearing this, the sitting man seemed to grow restless.
He stood up to leave, but his foot seemed to step on a hollow-sounding floorboard.
He looked down curiously.
If you didn’t look closely, you might not notice the difference between this floorboard and the others.
He stomped hard on the floor, the hollow sound growing louder.
All eyes turned to him.
Soon, a vicious smirk spread across his face. He raised his large hammer and smashed it down onto the floorboard!
Instantly, the plank shattered.
Beneath the broken boards, countless pairs of eyes stared up at them in terror.
Milu stood at the front, shielding the other children.
Though the fear was just as plain on her own face.
“Well, well, a whole bunch of kids hiding down here. Let’s just burn them all.”
Someone brought a lit torch to the opening.
That cruel smile caused many of the children to start crying.
But their cries only excited these beasts further.
They could hardly wait to see the children struggling below.
“Turn into my money and fly right into my pocket.”
The man prepared to throw the torch down, but he suddenly realized his hand had somehow fallen to the ground.
“Eh? Why is my hand over there?”
He slowly looked up, seemingly unaware that his severed stump was gushing blood.
Not far away, a young woman with a grim expression strode toward them, sword in hand.