Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 98 Headshot Sniper
Wayne handed the reins of the horse to the hotel waiter who came over with a bent waist. After thinking for a while, he took out a few silver coins from his arms and threw them into the other's arms.

"Go get some beans to feed the horses, and ask for a room with a window facing the street."

The waiter bowed and nodded repeatedly, led him to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the hotel, and asked him with a smile if he needed any drinks or meals.

Wayne remembered Commander Pierce's repeated and stern warnings before departure. His throat moved a few times, and he answered, "White bread and fish soup will be fine..."

After the waiter closed the door and left, he sat on the edge of the bed, took off the leather package he had been carrying on his back, and spread it out on the bed.

This is a specially made magic gun, slightly longer than the ordinary models they usually use. It is temporarily split into two parts: the barrel and the buttstock, and is equipped with two five-round magazines.

The shooting range of this gun is more than twice that of ordinary models. When aiming, you can also use a device called "front sight" on the top of the gun to improve your shooting accuracy.

Wayne assembled the gun skillfully, practiced the simulated shooting and aiming movements several times, and then took out a soft cloth to carefully wipe the gun body, seeming reluctant to let it go.

Thinking about the task given to him by Commander Pierce, Wayne couldn't help but secretly curl up the corners of his mouth and laughed out loud with pride.

This was the first time that he stood out from the competition with military shooting experts such as Vaughn and Duff and was directly selected by Commander Pierce.

He knew very well that Vaughn and others were actually better than him in terms of combat record and shooting ability, but he must have other advantages to be chosen by the superiors as the first choice.

Although the relationship between Wayne and Vaughn and others had eased a lot because the new and old factions of soldiers in the army had secretly formed groups, Wayne was still secretly happy that he could make the other party suffer a defeat in this competition.

After calming down, he closed his eyes and carefully recalled the target person who appeared in the magic stone that the lord personally showed him.

A man of about forty years old, with a medium build and a slightly plump figure, fair skin and slightly curly brown hair. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed monocles and had two thin mustaches on his lips. He liked to wear the dark black wizard robe of the Federation, with special silver embroidery on the cuffs representing a mid-level spellcaster.

"Bulk Conrad, um... Today's task is to find his residence first, and then find out his daily activities tomorrow." Wayne opened the window, looked at the bustling crowd on the street, and muttered to himself.

The commander is right, this is no different from hunting in the jungle.

It’s all the same steps.

Observe, track, lock, kill...

……

Count Feigen paced back and forth in his study, complaining anxiously to his mage advisor Angel, "Malik has been gone for five days, why hasn't there been any news?"

He pointed at a letter on the desk and cursed angrily, "That damned necromancer has already reported it to the Union immediately. Humph, they didn't attack me directly, but only sent me a letter of inquiry. But sooner or later, it will be reported to the House of Nobles. By then, I'm afraid..."

Angel narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Your Excellency, please don't panic. The Federation can't bypass the House of Nobles and directly convict you, so we still have plenty of time to complete our plan and exonerate ourselves."

"Do you want to... send another assassin over?"

Angel sighed and shook his head slowly: "There's no need. It's too easy to alert the enemy."

Earl Fagan thought for a moment, but still felt uneasy. He rang the bell to summon the secretary and ordered, "Go and call Master Burko. Tell him I have something to discuss with him."

Soon, Burko hurried over and was led into the Earl's study by a waiter. "Mr. Burko, can the evidence you had Malik bring to the Frontier Territory really prove the accusation against the necromancer?"

"My Lord, you can rest assured about this. These are forbidden techniques and prohibited materials that are expressly prohibited by the Federation. Hehehe, as long as your men place them in a hidden place in the laboratory, and we bring people from the Federation to investigate, he will definitely be implicated..."

"What if the frame-up fails? The caster's laboratory isn't easy to break into. He's a lord, so he'll naturally have guards."

Angel interrupted the Count's pessimistic speculation, "Sir, Malik is a mage attendant specially trained by my family. He is very good at stealth and assassination... Besides, don't we have a backup plan?"

Earl Fagan's eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Yes! There's an alternative plan..." His face twitched, and he suddenly laughed grimly, "If things prove difficult, then we can find an opportunity to have Malik assassinate the enemy and wipe them out completely!"

Burko couldn't help but speak up at this point, "That necromancer had two defensive weapons similar to combat-type alchemical prosthetics. He was previously accidentally attacked by the church's witch hunters, and it was those things that saved his life."

Angel chuckled and said, "Don't worry. Unless he never leaves his residence or laboratory, Malik's poisoned crossbow will never miss if he shows up outside..."

It was a special magic crossbow that also came from the Alchemy Exploration Society. The arrows were tempered with a deadly poison that could kill instantly upon contact with blood, and the shooting range was a full fifty steps.

"And isn't this perfect? We can also put the blame on the Church for his accidental death. They're currently carrying out a large-scale purge of the witch-hunting faction within their ranks anyway..."

When Angel said this, he looked at Burco, who also hated the church, and they both laughed out loud.

……

Wayne was lying on the roof of a two-story building, hiding his body with the thick red brick chimney, staring intently at the gate of a luxurious building across the street below.

Unlike the single-story or two- or three-story houses inhabited by commoners and wealthy businessmen around here, the earl's mansion covers a much larger area. The garden lawn with fountains and sculptures in front of the main building alone is almost as big as the square in front of the lord's castle.

Two hours ago, he followed and witnessed the target person enter the Earl's mansion, and he has not come out until now.

Wayne looked up at the sky and estimated that the sun would set in about an hour or two. By then, the sky would be dark, which might hinder his mission. But it didn't matter. If he couldn't do it today, there was still tomorrow. If he didn't have a chance tomorrow, there was still the day after tomorrow...

He pulled at the gray blanket that was the same color as the roof tiles, revealing only a pair of focused eyes and the front end of the extended magic gun barrel. The barrel was also wrapped with a gray-black linen bandage to cover up the metal reflection.

The target appeared!
Just when Wayne was about to think that there would be no suitable opportunity today, the short and fat figure of Burko suddenly appeared at the gate of the Earl's Mansion. He stood on the stone steps, adjusted his collar with dignity, turned his head and looked left and right, as if waiting for the carriage to pick him up.

Angel, who was ordered by the count to personally see him out, and the count's personal secretary, stood behind Burco on the left and right, and greeted each other with farewell greetings with a smile on their faces.

"Mr. Burco, if this goes well, the Count will consider recommending you to Grand Duke Frederico of Daeus and hiring you as his exclusive spellcasting consultant." Angel whispered a promise to Burco.

These private words of enticement and promises naturally could not come from the Earl's mouth, so it was most appropriate for him, the advisor, to convey them to the other party.

A barely perceptible hint of joy flashed across Burko's face, but he quickly controlled his facial expression and inner excitement, and nodded modestly to express his gratitude.

"Master Angel, please express my sincere gratitude to the Earl. I..."

He had only said half of his words when his head suddenly exploded with a bang. Angel and the clerk, who were originally standing face to face with him, instantly became extremely terrified. Scarlet blood mixed with broken brain matter sprayed all over their heads and faces.

(End of this chapter)