Although Charlot Meburg had forced back the leirl, Frederica, he was deeply shocked. This beautiful girl with emerald-green eyes was even faster than Algernon, the brown-haired, gray-eyed foe. If not for his Eye of Insight, which allowed his vision to cover all of No. 5 Dragon Fort Street in the Alcatras District, he would likely have been kicked to the point of spitting blood in just one exge.

  “The one who tried to assassinate me earlier wasn’t a leopard beastman. This leirl’s teique is the real Leopard Hunt!”

  “The explosive speed is just too fast.”

  Charlot had just rushed up to the third floor when he saw Algernon standing there, his brown hair tousled. Algernon fshed a sunny, warm smile and said, “Good m!”

  Uo tain his annoyance, Algernoed, “Are you i’s night!”

  Charlot flicked out Blood Rose, his vampiric rapier, and instantly struck twelve cold stars that enveloped Algerirely. Yet, he didn’t fet to expin: “I was just afraid you wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sunrise and thought it would be a pity to leave without a greeting. So, good m!”

  Charlot unleashed Fire of Dawn to its fullest, f Algernon back with a single move. Leaping high into the air, he didn’t even bother to look for a window—Frederica would catch up at any moment. If the two enemies joined forces, his defeat would be iable. Breaking through the roof, Charlot escaped onto the street.

  Just as he ihe fresh night air, two murderous is locked onto him. Without a moment’s hesitation, Charlot withdrew Blood Rose and transformed into a sleek young cat using Cat Spirit Magic. His small, nimble form darted into a nearby ey.

  In the instant, Algernon and Frederica crashed through the neighbor’s window. They immediately pinpoihe furnace’s location and teamed up to “catch the cat”!

  Relying on his Eye of Insight and Swiftstep Teique, Charlot narrowly evaded the attacks. Slipping through the house, the chase began again—two people and o engaged in a frenzied pursuit.

  Charlot flipped onto a rooftop, dispelled his feliransformation, and pulled out his Anti-Space Le Rifle, assuming a shooting stance.

  Sensing danger, Algernon and Frederica immediately sprang in opposite dires. The Anti-Magic Armor-Pierg Round tore through the night sky, bursting into a radiant firework above.

  Having missed, Charlot quickly stored the rifle into his spatial colr, re-transformed into a cat, and darted into a nearby alley.

  Algernon and Frederica pursued again, only to lose Charlot’s trace more.

  “He must have other extraordinary abilities,” Frederica muttered angrily. “Otherwise, he couldn’t escape so easily every time.”

  Algernon agreed. The fact that two top assassins of the Orc Assassin Alliance had spent half the night pursuing Charlot and still failed to catch him was unbelievable. Apart from Bloodfme Aura and Angel’s Thorn, Charlot clearly possessed other abilities. After a moment’s thought, Algernon said, “It’ll be hard to catch him tonight.”

  Frederica, as a professional assassin, uood well that their best option was to withdraw and find another opportunity. Assassins should always remain in the shadows, never engaging in frontal battles.

  She nodded. “Let’s leave Strasb for now.”

  Algernon agreed. The two simultaneously activated Leopard Hunt, sprinting several hundred meters in an instant.

  Charlot reverted to his human form a a fleeting impulse during the moment when their speed slightly faltered. However, he shook his head and didn’t bother taking out his Anti-Space Le Rifle again.

  In non-bat states, their recovery speed was incredibly fast. Before long, the pair accelerated again and covered another few hundred meters. Shooting at such fast-moving targets from this distance would be a waste of precious Anti-Magic Armor-Pierg Rounds, especially given Charlot’s merely “above-average” marksmanship.

  Charlot trailed them unhurriedly, watg as they disappeared into the night before turning back toward No. 5 Dragon Fort Street in the Alcatras District.

  Since he had already made a move, it wouldn’t make seo leave empty-handed.

  Re-entering the Chelsea Detective Agency, Charlot ducted a thh search. He fouher cash, letters, nor tracts—only a stash of ons, including dozens of short pistols.

  This made sense; assassins needed cealed ons, and short pistols were the most suitable.

  However, what surprised Charlot was that there wasn’t a third person at the agency. He had expected at least seven ht staff members.

  Charlot packed up anything of value, hauled it over to No. 1 Fal Street, and the fire to the detective agency.

  He wasn’t sure if the two assassins would return, but although the patrol guards in Lukavaro District cked extraordinary abilities, their sheer numbers could still pose a threat during bat.

  Charlot hadn’t shown up for work in several days, so his sudden te-night arrival startled his subordihe patrol guards weren’t particurly impressive, but they retained basic military discipline, with colleagues patrolling the area.

  Charlot told the night patrols not to alert the others and carried his spoils into his office.

  He didn’t pce much importan this haul. After all, anything truly valuable wouldn’t have bee behind by Algernon and Frederica.

  Dumping the stash into a er of his office, Charlot flopped onto the soft bed there. He was actually quite tired.

  Though the bed wasn’t particurly fortable, he mao sleep soundly through the night. When Charlot woke up the m, he felt refreshed. After washing up in his office, he decided to handle a few administrative tasks since he was already there.

  To his surprise, the patrol guards in Lukavaro District had a signifit task that day. The body of Grand Duke Ferdinand was to be transported back to the Behemoth Principality for burial, and the coffin would pass through Lukavaro District. The court had issued orders for the patrol guards along the route to provide “security.”

  Charlot mused, “Grand Duke Ferdinand is already dead. There’s no oo assassinate him. This job must be incredibly safe.”

  “Should I join the fun?”

  “I haven’t attended a proper ba siransmigrated here!”

  Although Dubin had arranged most of the details and Charlot’s presence wasn’t strictly necessary, he still decided to lead the team personally to escrand Duke Ferdinand’s coffin. It would also serve as a final farewell to his “former lord,” given that Charlot hailed from the Behemoth Principality.

  Gathering his subordinates, Charlot was surprised to find that absenteeism was unusually low that day—more than 180 patrol guards had shown up. The main reason was the funds allocated for the operation by the higher-ups.

  Charlot sent a few men out to buy drinks, though they avoided ale sihey had an esission to plete.

  Before setting out, Charlot ehat all 180 patrol guards were well-fed and handed out the short pistols from the previous night’s loot as rewards.

  Dubin was deeply moved. His satisfa with Charlot as a ander grew. Charlot rarely caused trouble and ofteed his subordio hearty meals. Oh, such bosses—who avoided bonuses and instead pcated employees with cheap feasts—would have been beled exploitative. But on the Old ti, such a superior was sidered remarkably benevolent and virtuous.