Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes! Chapter 49 -49-Stirring Conflict in the Enemy Kingdom, Craft

The Lord of Krell was a fat man with a great bulging belly.

Upon hearing that the rcenary Commander had completed the mission, he hurried over at once to welco him.

The city lord’s eyes narrowed into slits with delight. "Congratulations on your triumphant return, gentlen. As for Snelow City..."

The rcenary Commander waved a hand. "Eh, now’s not the ti to talk about that."

Hearing this, the city lord froze for a mont, then quickly caught on and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, of course. Too many eyes and ears here."

With that, he invited the rcenary Commander into his private chamber.

The room was soundproofed.

Even if they spoke loudly, no outsider would hear a thing.

Once the two sat down, the city lord could no longer hold back his impatience and asked, "That Snelow City of the Eaglecrest Empire—has it truly fallen?"

The rcenary Commander nodded slightly. "Taken. And it did not take much effort either.

"That Snelow City was nothing special."

The city lord was overjoyed. "Wonderful! Sir, you truly are valiant beyond compare!"

The mont he heard that Snelow City had truly been captured, the city lord had already begun imagining the glorious future of ruling two cities all by himself.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A crisp sound of fingers knocking on the table shattered his fantasy.

The city lord instinctively looked up.

He saw the rcenary Commander staring at him with a vicious expression.

"City lord, since the mission is complete, where’s the thing you promised?"

The city lord blinked. "What thing?"

The rcenary Commander frowned. "The money."

The city lord parted his lips. "But wasn’t it agreed that the loot from Snelow City would be split equally?"

Bang!

The rcenary Commander slamd his palm onto the table and roared, "I’m the one who took that city, but you’re the one who’ll control it afterward.

"Do you really think the things inside are enough to cover what I and my brothers put in?"

Hearing this, the city lord’s face darkened as well.

He had never expected this rcenary Commander to be so greedy.

But it did not matter. As long as he could secure Snelow City, paying a bit more was acceptable.

After all, once Snelow City was absorbed into his territory, the rewards the Ruvan Kingdom would grant him would certainly not be small.

The city lord gritted his teeth. "Fine. In addition to splitting the wealth in Snelow City, I will privately give you another one hundred thousand gold coins as compensation for your efforts."

Only then did the rcenary Commander nod in satisfaction. "That’s more like it. Hand it over."

With visible pain on his face, the city lord transferred one hundred thousand gold coins from his purse into the other man’s.

That was nearly three years of my savings, you greedy bastard...

Watching the satisfied look on the other man’s face, the city lord cursed furiously in his heart.

At that very mont, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck.

"Urk!"

The city lord clutched his throat and stared in disbelief at the rcenary Commander, who had suddenly drawn a dagger.

"Y-you’re not—"

Before he could finish speaking, his head was completely severed.

As for that "rcenary Commander," his figure gradually faded and vanished from the room.

...

The next day,

a maid opened the city lord’s room as usual, preparing to attend to him.

Yet the mont she pushed open the door, she slled a sharp, pungent scent of blood.

There was also a trail of blood on the ground.

Following the bloodstains, the trembling maid slowly walked toward the inner room.

And the mont she saw the city lord’s severed head resting by the bedside, she let out a piercing scream.

...

The Lord of Krell had been assassinated!

All the guards in the city were imdiately thrown into turmoil.

They began a massive search for the rcenary Commander and the few n who had infiltrated the City Lord’s Mansion the night before.

According to the servants in the mansion, they had only seen the rcenary Commander being invited into the private chamber by the city lord.

The next day, the city lord was dead, and those few rcenaries had vanished without a trace.

However, even after the city guards practically turned the entire city upside down, they still could not find a single trace of the rcenary Commander or his n.

At the sa ti, news also ca back from the border that Snelow City had not fallen at all.

Once the two matters were connected, everyone finally realized the truth—

Those rcenaries had never completed the mission in the first place. They had co solely to swindle and plunder wealth!

When the Ruvan Kingdom heard the news, it flew into a fury and imdiately issued orders to begin a sweeping hunt for rcenary forces throughout its territory.

Even those rcenary groups that had, to so extent, cooperated with the kingdom in the past were not spared.

For a ti, the entire Ruvan Kingdom was thrown into chaos.

...

anwhile, the true mastermind behind it all—John—had already used the Pass Permit to return to Eaglecrest City.

Naturally, it had been him who assassinated the Lord of Krell the previous night.

He had used the [Thousand-Faced Mask] he obtained in the underground tomb dungeon after killing the Thousand-Faced Mage,

perfectly copying the rcenary Commander’s appearance.

Then he used Lightning Double to split off several rcenary subordinates as well.

Just like that, he pocketed another one hundred thousand gold coins,

and conveniently plunged the Ruvan Kingdom into complete disorder.

After all, the Eaglecrest Empire was the nation where the players had spawned.

If one day it were truly invaded by these small border kingdoms,

the interests of the players would inevitably suffer as well.

An enemy like that had to be punished!

...

"Now I can finally turn in the bark."

John swiftly returned to the Arcane Academy and t the headmaster once again.

Inside the headmaster’s office,

John handed over the pale bark of the Dreadblood Matron to him.

The headmaster was overjoyed the mont he received it. "I never expected you, brave hero, to obtain such a durable material.

"If this is used to make a scroll, the quality will certainly be excellent!"

With that said,

the headmaster imdiately began carving magic patterns on the bark and using various materials to craft the Anti-Magic Seal.

He opened an ancient to and, following it word for word, carefully inscribed the magical patterns from the book onto the bark, line by line.

John simply sat to one side and waited patiently.

At the sa ti, he silently observed the process, trying to learn sothing from it.

Because the Anti-Magic Seal was an extrely difficult scroll to craft,

even with the headmaster’s magical attainnts, it still took him most of the day to complete it.

Only when dusk had fallen outside the window

did the headmaster finally finish turning the bark into an [Anti-Magic Seal].

He completed the final magic pattern,

then let out a long breath and collapsed back into his chair as though all his strength had been drained away.

"It’s finally done!"

The headmaster stared at the scroll in his hand, his eyes shining brightly.

Then he handed it to John. "Brave hero, I have fulfilled my duty!"

After receiving it, John imdiately appraised the scroll.

[Anti-Magic Seal]

[Quality]: SSS

[Effect]: One-ti consumable. After use, all magic-type abilities within a 1-ter radius beco ineffective for 0.5 seconds.

...

After reading it, John’s gaze shifted slightly.

This was indeed a genuine SSS-rank item.

It was just that the effect was sowhat underwhelming.

A range of only one ter, with a duration of only half a second.

If he wanted to use it to carry out an assassination mission, it would probably be extrely difficult.

At the side, the headmaster also noticed that this Anti-Magic Seal’s effect did not match the description in the ancient to.

He imdiately lowered his head in sha. "It may be that my abilities are insufficient.

"This Anti-Magic Seal can only be called passable. It does not reach the excellent standard described in the ancient text.

"Brave hero, I must apologize."

But John showed no anger at all.

Instead, looking at the words on the panel indicating that it could be modified, he gave a slight wave of his hand.

"It’s fine. As long as it can be made, it’s useful to !"