At the outskirts of Mushroom City, at the edge of a fungal mat bordering the mushroom fields.
Keroro had been waiting here for quite so ti.
He was hidden in a patch of woodland connected to the mushroom fields.
Looking out into the distance, there were vast, orderly mushroom fields, with so humans either picking mushrooms or carting the bodies of demons over.
The forest where he was situated cleverly ford a visual barrier; from the direction of the fields, one could only see a dense canopy of trees, unable to glimpse the activity within the woods.
Finally, the person he had been waiting for appeared—a shiny bald man dressed in the common leather armor of an adventurer.
This highly mobile identity of adventurers was indeed often used as the perfect disguise for various covert etings.
This ti, the two parties were strangers to each other, eting here only due to the needs of the mission.
For this reason, Keroro had even altered his appearance to so extent.
For this eting, Keroro had even made slight adjustnts to his appearance.
For such temporary secret contacts, spies must exercise extre caution.
However, upon seeing that the visitor’s face was indeed unfamiliar, Keroro couldn’t help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
His current situation, though not quite "a heart in the demon while dwelling in the mushroom garden," if he were to truly harm those forr colleagues with whom he had a good relationship, he would inevitably feel guilty.
Not knowing them makes things much easier!
Keroro handed over a secret scroll that recorded detailed intelligence about Inanna.
Miro, the bald man, leaning against the mottled shadow of the tree trunk, quickly skimd through the contents, a subtle hint of surprise flashing across his face.
This intelligence not only included the target’s basic strength and appearance characteristics known at the mission’s outset but also current location, possible tis and places of appearance predictions, and a detailed assessnt of the usual guard strength around the target.
These key pieces of information were enough to save him a lot of initial reconnaissance efforts, greatly improving the efficiency of his actions.
Miro deftly stowed the secret scroll away, without any unnecessary conversation or probing, decisively turning around to leave.
He was a part of the assassin group, needing no cultivation of interpersonal ties like the intelligence personnel, no need for cohesion and support.
The mission was the only goal.
After leaving the eting spot, Miro did not enter Mushroom City but instead ventured into the depths of the dense forest near the city’s outskirts, weaving through until he arrived at a highly concealed temporary camp.
He looked around but saw no one, causing him to impatiently mutter in a low voice, "Stop hiding like a tortoise, I’ve got the intel! Always sneaking around, are you a bat or a rat?"
A low chuckle sounded nearby, and a figure slowly erged from the thick shadow of the trees not far away, "Caution never hurts. After all, you’re a human. Who knows if you’ll suddenly decide to bring the Church’s Wing of Judgnt back by surprise?"
"You talk as if you were born a vampire!" Miro didn’t bother entangling with this topic, directly throwing the secret scroll to his partner.
Miro was a genuine Diamond Level assassin, currently still a bona fide human.
The opportunity to defect to the Demon Race was quite simple; as an assassin, he had previously taken on various dirty jobs.
Using his exquisite and seamless assassination techniques, he earned a large sum of money for his enjoynt.
However, frequently walking by the river, there’s no way your shoes will remain dry. A careless mistake once led to him appearing on the United Kingdom’s wanted list.
Not wanting to spend the rest of his life hiding in gutters like a rat, defecting to the northern empire beca his only choice.
This is also why, as a human, he is extrely reluctant to easily enter human cities—too much trouble!
Logically, soone like him, with a level surpassing Diamond Tier and having defected for only a short ti, would typically need to undergo a lengthy period of trials and waiting to receive the valuable "Initial Embrace" transformation opportunity.
However, this ti, Lord Sigmund was unusually generous, promising them that if they could successfully complete this mission, he would exceptionally grant him a transformation quota directly.
It’s worth noting that for him, an LV56 Diamond Level expert, the blood core energy consud during transformation would be sufficient to ennoble a Vampire Earl. Many experienced Viscounts eagerly awaited such a chance, yet missed it simply because their assassination skills were inferior to his.
His partner, Giles, an LV50 Vampire Viscount, was similarly selected for this mission because of his expertise in breaking various protective magic arrays.
Of course, Miro was well aware of the enormous risks inherent in this operation.
Consider the assassination target this ti, a Duke’s daughter!
Tally up all the targets he had assassinated in the past, and their combined identities and statuses might not equal that of this young girl, whose strength might not even reach Gold Level.
However, if he pursued stability in everything, he wouldn’t have beco an assassin in the first place!
But then again, if stability had always been his pursuit, he wouldn’t have chosen to embark on this blood-stained path of an assassin!
Mage Giles quickly finished browsing the intelligence and pondered, "Next, we need to verify the authenticity of this intelligence."
"Verification is fine," Miro folded his arms, "but the ’verification’ you’re talking about, you’re not going to silently observe for a week or two, are you?"
"For safety’s sake, that’s exactly what we should do. Any problem with that?" Giles countered.
"Have you forgotten how tight the ti constraints are for this mission that Sigmund assigned us?" Miro’s words imdiately left Giles speechless.
They were unaware of what kind of tornt their boss Sigmund had been going through every late night recently; they only knew that this assassination mission was given exceptionally high priority and extrely harsh ti limits. There truly was no ti for them to follow each standard procedure slowly and thodically.
A day later, the two silently sneaked into the dense forest outside the Saint Claire Clan’s private woodland.
Forcibly breaking through the Duke’s Mansion’s solid-as-a-rock magic defense system, infiltrating it, assassinating the Duke’s Daughter under the protection of a Palace Level butler and nurous elite guards, then breaking out of the encirclent—this was undoubtedly the least successful, nearly suicidal option.
Fortunately, the intelligence ntioned one key piece of information: every few days, this young lady would co to this private woodland, belonging to her family, to play.
At that ti, that intimidating butler usually wouldn’t be by her side, only the regular guard team would follow.
This was undoubtedly a heaven-sent opportunity!
Of course, as a private noble property, even though its importance was far less than the Duke’s Mansion, this woodland must also be filled with various hidden alarms and defense magic arrays.
Therefore, the two must survey in advance, with Giles pinpointing all the locations of the magic nodes, and even, if necessary, silently destroying so key nodes to clear obstacles for the operation.
In the woodland, Miro maintained a high degree of vigilance, monitoring the surroundings from the treetop.
Giles took out a ring embedded with a three-color magical gemstone from his bosom and carefully put it in his mouth.
This ring could greatly suppress the magic power fluctuations around him, minimizing the risk of exposure.
Imdiately after, he tore open a specially crafted small-range scouting scroll.
Invisible magical ripples quietly spread, and all the hidden magical constructs within range surfaced clearly in his mind like underwater reefs:
[Warning Magic Array]
[Explosive Magic Array]
[Puki]
[Magic Power Fluctuation Detection Magic Array]
[Puki]
[Puki]
[Puki]
...
Giles: "..."
He paused, raised his head in disbelief, and looked around.
As far as he could see, the forest was empty and silent, not even ordinary demons could be seen.
Miro, who was responsible for the lookout in the treetops, also signaled that everything was normal, without detecting any abnormalities.
Giles silently activated the second equally precious scouting scroll.
[Puki]
[Puki]
[Puki]
...
Gulp—
He called his partner down.
"Miro," he lowered his voice, "stay here, don’t move around randomly, lest you trigger so hidden alerts we haven’t discovered. I’ll scout another direction to see if there’s a more suitable path for ambush and retreat."
"Then I’ll go with you..." Miro suggested instinctively.
"No!" Giles imdiately interrupted him, his tone carrying an indisputable "professional" consideration, "My perception range is limited; together, I can’t ensure that you completely avoid all trap nodes. Wait patiently here, I’ll be back soon!"
After successfully convincing Miro, Giles swiftly turned, bypassed the dense bush, and confird that he was completely out of Miro’s sight range. He imdiately stopped suppressing his inner panic and bolted in the opposite direction of the woodland!
A burst of explosion sounded from behind.
Trap! It was indeed a trap!
He hoped his good partner could stall for enough ti!
After running for a while, he suddenly stopped his steps, the surrounding environnt seed to change, and when he turned back, the way he ca also disappeared.
"Illusion?"
In front of him, several "Edin" leisurely walked out.
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