Honkai Summoning.

"As you wish, my young master," Su Mo said with a smile.

Tranton let out a long sigh and turned to walk towards the study on the second floor.

"My verbal skills are maxed out. I finally understand why Akart likes to spout a bunch of nonsense before a fight. It feels pretty good." After Trent left, Su Mo's alluring, completely dark, hellish appearance vanished instantly.

It looks more like the smug satisfaction of a street swindler after successfully scamming someone.

"But why is this piece of paper so excited? Could it be that there's something in this world that can make it whole again?" Su Mo thought to himself as he opened his palm and looked at the slightly trembling, tattered piece of paper floating in his hand.

Having arrived in this world and left that island, the tattered piece of paper would occasionally tremble like this, giving Su Mo the feeling of encountering a hunter who had found food.

Su Mo had absolutely no clue or information about the origin of this piece of paper or how to repair it.

And now, this piece of paper has reacted in this way. It seems Su Mo will have to stay in this world for a while to find out the reason for this unusual movement.

If he's lucky enough, he might be able to find a way to complete this piece of paper and become stronger. Currently, this piece of paper is connected to Su Mo's soul, and its completion would mean an increase in Su Mo's own power.

Putting everything else aside, when encountering certain special "beings," Su Mo can choose to devour them, imprint them on the paper, and seize their power.

The larger the piece of paper, the more "special beings" Su Mo can swallow.

One's own strength is the foundation of everything. Whether facing the next summons that may appear at any time or the "Tyrant's Doomsday," one needs sufficient strength to cope.

Su Mo was lucky this time, arriving in a simple world. But who knows what will summon him to somewhere next?

What if next time it's a monk with a cat-like face and a thunder god's mouth who shouts "Earth God!" and then sees Su Mo appear? Would he get angry and hit him with a stick?

Then, realizing that one blow hadn't killed it, it shouted "Good demon!" and then struck again!

Where can you seek justice in such a situation?

Just thinking about such a scenario makes my whole body ache. To avoid such a situation, I must improve my strength.

"I hope my guess is right..." Su Mo clenched his left fist, the piece of paper disappeared, and he let out a soft sigh.

Half an hour later, a list was handed to Su Mo by Tranton.

Looking at the long list of names, Su Mo said to Tranton, "Young Master, are you sure these are all of them? You didn't include the chubby kid next door who used to steal your candy when you were little, did you?"

“When I was little, only one person could take my candy, and she wasn’t an enemy.” Tranton clearly didn’t understand Su Mo’s humor.

"There are quite a lot of people."

"Can't you finish it?" Tranton looked up at Su Mo.

“Simply killing them is no problem, of course.” Su Mo shook his head. He possessed a powerful weapon that this world didn’t have, so taking down a few people was incredibly easy for him.

"Then let's get started..." Tranton leaned back in his chair. "This list isn't long. The rise of a family inevitably involves stepping on the corpses and blood of others, and some haven't been completely crushed. When the Worbus family faces dire straits, do you think they won't retaliate?"

"So, this list isn't just about the family's enemies, but also about people who treat the family as enemies," Su Mo said, as if reciting a tongue twister.

However, it's not complicated to understand. The enemy of the family is naturally the party that has friction or conflict with the Worbus family, just like the two sides in a fight.

Those who consider the Worbus family as enemies may not necessarily have the right to clash with them, just like if you bully a little kid, the little kid will definitely hate you.

But you don't consider him your real enemy.

“Not many. That’s all I know. As for the others, I will take a good look at my father’s records and find them one by one,” Tranton said.

"Young Master, your growth rate truly surprises me," Su Mo said once again.

"Don't you like such a twisted soul?" Tranton asked Su Mo in return.

Su Mo waved his hand: "Young Master, don't treat me like a pervert like Arno. In fact, I'm only a little interested in your soul..." He gestured with his finger to indicate a distance of about one finger joint.

Su Mo wasn't lying.

Tranton was just an ordinary person, and for Su Mo, an ordinary person's soul was simply a reserve of life force. As for why he was even slightly interested, it was because of the contract Tranton had signed with him. He was curious whether a soul that had undergone the power of the contract would be any different.

Is Arnold's obsession with the soul simply because the food tastes good?

Could it be that all demons are gluttons? I've never noticed Arno having any gluttonous traits before.

In fact, apart from Su Mo, Arno and Seven Sins, these two demons, basically didn't need to eat; they only ate one meal in the past three days.

The new cook, Hilda, did not satisfy the two demons. After this meal, the two demons, who did not need human food, basically stopped eating.

Having found Mrs. Liz, Su Mo tossed her the list and asked her to find the addresses of all these people before returning to his room.

He found a long, black box, put a soft sponge pad inside, and took out the sniper rifle parts and magazines from the box in the room and put them into the box.

After securing everything and hoisting the black box onto his shoulder, Su Mo walked out of the manor, looking like a wandering poet, and mingled into the bustling crowds of the capital.

Now, he needs to deal with those few famous nobles whose residences and appearances he knows. It's not a difficult task; all he needs to do is pull the trigger.

Chapter Thirty-One: It Really Wasn't Me

Of course, preparations before pulling the trigger are essential, such as locating the target, determining his current position, planning the next steps, and finding a suitable sniping location.

Don't be fooled by how amazing snipers are on TV and in movies, seemingly able to dominate everything with just a gun and blow someone's head off at will. That's because they do a lot of preparation beforehand.

These preliminary preparations are tedious and tedious, and cannot be easily completed by a single sniper without the support of a strong support team.

However, this world doesn't have the ubiquitous surveillance cameras of Su Mo's original world, so there aren't as many things to be aware of or wary of. At least, after Su Mo fired the shot, those people wouldn't immediately think to go to nearby high ground or sniper positions to search for the killer.

Of course, even with the reduced difficulty, Su Mo still spent a long time searching before finding a suitable spot when he was alone.

Next, we just waited for that unfortunate Marquis Monroe to appear.

Yes, the first name on that list was a marquis. This marquis's family had always been at odds with the Worbs family, having engaged in countless open and covert struggles since my grandfather's generation.

Monroe, the current head of the family, has repeatedly plotted attacks to kill Tranton's father, but he has thwarted each one and then retaliated. The hatred between the two sides has almost been brought to the forefront.

These two families are sworn enemies, having fought each other for many years.

According to Trent, since the guy didn't contribute to his kidnapping, he wrote his name backwards.

As for whether the mysterious death of Tranton's father was related to the Marquis of Monroe, Tranton was not sure.

The reason why the two families have been able to fight each other openly and covertly for so many years is, of course, because their strengths are roughly equal and neither can do anything to the other.

Tranton didn't think his father would die at the hands of an old rival he'd fought for decades.

As the sun began to set, Marquis Monroe, dining in his manor restaurant, was unaware that his head had been placed in a crosshair.

"The Last Supper".

He whispered something, held his breath, and was about to pull the trigger when Viscount Monroe suddenly stood up.

Su Mo frowned slightly, but did not make a move immediately.

Marquis Monroe stood up, picked up a bottle of sauce that was a little far away from him, poured it over the steak in front of him, and then began to enjoy his meal.

However, his slight movement caused his head, which was originally completely exposed in the window, to retract more than halfway, leaving only a third exposed outside.

This made it a bit more difficult for Su Mo to aim.

After slightly adjusting his posture and position, and re-aiming, Su Mo held his breath once more...

Then, the Marquis of Monroe slumped to the side and collapsed onto the dining table, his body convulsing.

Within seconds, the Marquis of Monroe's face turned as pale as a zombie, his mouth gaped open, his eyes bulged, and his lips began to turn bluish-black.

Five seconds later, the man stopped moving and died completely. Then, a pair of hands reached out and pulled Marquis Monroe from his chair, and chaos erupted in the distant manor.

"Someone beat me to it?"

Su Mo put away the sniper rifle, frowning as he thought to himself.

Viscount Monroe is dead, but the cause of death is clearly unrelated to Su Mo... Judging from his reaction before his death, this guy was "poisoned".

Someone killed Marquis Monroe before Su Mo could make a move.

"Never mind, he did me a favor back then." Su Mo shook his head, no longer caring who killed Marquis Monroe, picked up his suitcase, and turned to leave.

By the time Su Mo returned to the manor, news of Marquis Monroe's mysterious death had already spread throughout the capital—and, through many people, more than a dozen versions had emerged.

The most outrageous incident was when the Marquis of Monroe was swallowing a steak that suddenly grew so large that it choked him to death.

"Well done," Tranton praised Su Mo.

"Although I would love to accept this praise, young master, I didn't kill him," Su Mo said truthfully.

"Ok?"

Tranton paused for a moment, "You didn't kill him?"

“Yes, that guy went down a second before I made a move.” Su Mo nodded.

"Then do you know who did it?" Tranton asked.

“I don’t know, but judging from the situation at the time, Marquis Monroe was probably poisoned. See, young master, I found you such a clean cook to protect your safety,” Su Mo said.

“Yes, yes, it would be even better if her food were a little tastier,” Tranton said.

No one could expect a Hilton struggling to survive in the lower rungs of the capital to make any exquisite and delicious dishes that would meet Tranton's standards.

“The training is already underway, but it will take time,” Su Mo said.

"Hmm," Tranton replied casually.

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful in the capital, just like the day Trent's parents died.

The British Empire has three dukes, followed by marquesses. Although the number of marquesses rises to twenty, they are equally prestigious. Furthermore, the Worbus family and the Monroe family are among the most prominent.

Their deaths will inevitably have a significant impact on the British Empire—at least on the Imperial Capital.

However, Tranton did not expect that he would be the first to be affected.

The next morning, Tranton, who had just come down from his third-floor bedroom, was not even fully awake when he received some rather unpleasant news.

Outside the manor, two sheriffs were waiting to see Tranton.

Aside from the army, the city magistrates were the only formal law enforcement agencies in the British Empire. The most powerful and famous of these was the magistrate of the capital, whose chief was directly appointed by Henry XI and could not be interfered with by anyone.

This is a special unit completely independent of other institutions in the empire, and even the Duke cannot interfere at will—of course, secretly sending a few people in is not a problem.

Their special status granted the sheriffs considerable power; some sheriffs even disregarded certain nobles, making them a troublesome group for many nobles and earning them the nickname "royal loyal dogs."

Of course, this offensive term could not be used openly, as that would be tantamount to provoking the royal family.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Upon hearing this news, Tranton cursed viciously.

He knew perfectly well why the two sheriffs were outside the manor—it was all because of the Marquis of Monroe's death.