Ch. 31 - The Secret of Assassin Association

"Wait, wait, wait. I am a special envoy from the Kingdom of Nurba, you can't kill me!"

"I am the Grand Knight from the Aixinzhe Kingdom. Kill me and wait for the kingdom's revenge."

"I'm a disciple of the Archdruid from the Nature Temple! We have no grudges or animosities towards one another!"

"Assassin Alliance, my father is acquainted with a few of your high level officials. You should think about this carefully!"

The mercenaries witnessed the people in front of them being instantly dismembered. As the sharp blades swept in like a storm, the people from major forces who were hiding their identities finally couldn't stay hidden. Obviously, these butcher assassins only followed the orders given to them, which was to kill. They didn't give a damn about their identities. Without hesitation, they severed these people's necks and limbs.

Except for the initial screams, no other sound could be heard. Within a short period of time, only the assassins from the Assassin Alliance remained in the entire large square. Thick bloodstains and fragmented limbs strewn on the ground were the mercenaries’ only visible traces that were left.

The group's leader, the masked man, grunted lightly and spoke to a thin man beside him, "You go with the other nine mentors to finish off all mercenaries in the vicinity, regardless of their identities. The fewer our opponents, the better for our alliance and the scroll."

"This subordinate understands." The skinny mentor agreed. Along with the other nine, they immediately flashed and disappeared.

Mentors! All ten of them were mentors! According to Adele, the assassins known as the Dark Pathfinder Dog were the backbone of the Assassin Alliance. A mentor was on an even higher level than them all. This masked man, however, had the authority to order these mentors!

Then, who was he if he wasn't one of the Assassin Alliance's leaders who controlled the organization? The masked man motioned to the two hundred hounds following him. They immediately followed the masked man into the castle's grocery room. As soon as he pushed the door open, a sharp blade that glowed red targeted the gap in the man's mask. It was such a critical moment, but the man simply smiled disdainfully and didn’t move at all. The sharp blade that had tried to stab him had broken into pieces ,while the one who had attempted to stab him had been kicked into the room.

The masked man slowly walked in. Light streamed in through the crack of the door, illuminating the visage of the assailant. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a shaved beard. If one didn't see his magnificent and solid top quality mercenary corps armor, they'd think he was a peasant stranded on the wrong side of the road.

Even with the fine armor, he had a full footprint dent on his chestplate. One can only imagine the masked man's strength. What was odd was that the masked man didn't seem surprised when he saw him. He stood with his arms crossed instead. In a relaxed and joking manner, he said, "Winnie, sweet little Winnie. How long has it been since I last saw you? Oh, twenty years ago, you were still an immature youth. The noble and outstanding mentor of the Assassin Alliance, Winnie. Perhaps you should be known as Grand Master Menglik now."

The masked man’s words were shocking. This seemingly loyal man was not only the Crimson Desert's leader, but also an Assassin Alliance mentor! No wonder the Mercenaries of the Crimson Desert knew the secret regarding the scroll.

Winnie, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, looked at the masked man in horror. Barely able to squeeze out a few words with his trembling lips, he said, "An Observer, Crimson Blade... Teacher, your voice is still so youthful even after twenty years. What methods did you use to stay young?"

"Well, I'll tell you, but only after I finish my business," Crimson Blade casually said.

This conversation had revealed a shocking truth. Among the Assassin Alliance, there was an existence that overrides the tutors. They were known as the Observers. Crimson Blade was definitely not the only one. There were so many more Observers. Despite the fact that the Crimson Blade's face couldn’t be seen, in addition to his teenager-like voice, he was the teacher of this middle-aged head mentor. Crimson Blade waved his hand gently. The mentors quickly nodded and departed. Only the two of them remained in the room.

"Bah!" Seeing that there was no one else, Winnie gradually calmed down. He spat out a small amount of blood, looked at Crimson Blade with hatred and said, "What are you waiting for? Kill me. I’ve betrayed the alliance for twenty years. I never thought I could live this long. In fact, my life ended the day you murdered my fiancée!"

"You were so talented back then, it wouldn't have taken you long to become an Observer like your teacher and me," the Blood Red Blade said regretfully. “Get real power! That's why I told you the secret about the scroll. But you wanted to leave the alliance and live a normal life for a woman? A single village woman? Hahahaha! Look at your appearance. The constant affection has made your skills rusty. Not only have you not grown in the past twenty years, but you’ve greatly deteriorated!"

Crimson Blade suddenly calmed down after rambling angrily. Winnie kept silent, not saying a word. It didn’t intrigue him anymore. His voice instantly turned cold.

"Tell me! Who told you the secret about the scroll in the first place?! Who exactly is the traitor?!"

"Hehehehe..." Winnie continued to laugh slowly and sarcastically.

"What are you laughing at? Answer my question, traitor." Crimson Blade's tone was filled with murderous intent, but Winnie didn’t care in the slightest.

Raising his head slowly, Winnie looked at the red glow hovering between Crimson Blade’s fingers. His sneer grew wider and wider.

“Teacher, how does this powerful power feel? To obtain it, you need to open the Black Gate and summon demons. This power must be a lot of fun. Being corroded by the power of demons as the flesh began to rot piece by piece every day at noon. Eventually transforming into a skeleton, complete with thoughts and feelings. The gradually increasing pain must feel extremely refreshing! Hahahaha!"

Crimson Blade's heart exploded with murderous intent the moment Winnie finished speaking. He kicked Winnie’s armor fiercely, stepped on his chest before letting out an angry and shocked roar, "How do you know?! It's him, it must be him who told you the scroll! Tell me, who the hell is he? Who!"

The furious Crimson Blade hadn’t expected the fact that the Observers secretly borrowed the power of demons to strengthen themselves would be discovered by others. Crimson Blade was consumed by endless rage and terror. He didn't expect Winnie to show him something he didn't want to see

Smiling, Winnie flipped open the lapels of his coat, revealing bronze skin. Characters appeared to be painted on the skin with a special paint. At a glance, the knowledgeable Crimson Blade recognized that it was ‘God’ written in an ancient ritual language. Referring to the Great and All-powerful God. However the characters were written upside down.

Step, step, step. Crimson Blade took several steps back. Even that mask couldn't conceal the fear and shock in his voice.

"The Illuminati, the Alliance against God, the most heinous heresy! Have they… infiltrated the top echelons of our Assassin Alliance?"

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