The most shameless alchemist in history

"What? I thought there would be a good show to watch, like some love-hate entanglement or something, but it turns out there's no good show at all." Katherina was a little disappointed.

“Miss Katherina, please don’t make such jokes. This is my teacher, and also your sister’s classmate and friend, Lord Dure.” Rosa pointed to Dure and introduced his identity, after all, she couldn’t just watch Katherina continue to act so recklessly.

"Huh? He's Dure? Are you kidding me? Dure is a great hero. He should be this tall and strong, able to kill two cows with one punch and eat two tigers in one meal. How could he be so ordinary?" Katherina was stunned.

She quickly gestured, making out the image of Dure that she had imagined.

"It's not as exaggerated as you make it out to be, Miss Katherina. This is definitely Professor Dure." Rosa was amused by her expression.

"Really?" Katherina asked cautiously this time, still trusting Rosa quite a bit.

After all, if Rosa hadn't protected her, she would have been captured by the guards long ago.

“It’s true,” Du Lei nodded, confirming.

"Disappointment, disappointment, disappointment... Waaah, you've shattered my girlish heart! I thought Lord Dure would be a tall and strong man, but I never expected... he's completely different from what I imagined. My girlish heart..." Katherina was greatly shocked.

"I'm really sorry, but if there's nothing else, I have to go." Du Lei looked outside.

Although it was already dark outside, he knew he still had a lot to do.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Katherina called out to him.

"I have some business to attend to. If I'm not mistaken, some guests will be visiting tonight. I think I should meet with them before they arrive to avoid being impolite," Du Lei said softly.

“But if you leave…” Katherina suddenly felt a little nervous. She thought that if Dure left, she would suddenly lose her sense of security.

"Don't worry, you're all safe here, and I'll be back soon," Du Lei said with a smile.

"Rosa, you stay here and take good care of Katherina," he said, turning back to give Rosa another word of advice.

"Understood, teacher. I will protect Miss Katherina's safety." Rosa nodded emphatically.

“Then I’ll go.” Dure nodded and left the hotel.

A gentle evening breeze blew, the night was dark and windy, and a light drizzle continued to fall. Such weather was not suitable for going out, as everything was damp, especially at night when it was chilly. At this time, most people were asleep.

Only a small group of guards were still patrolling the city, after all, these were extraordinary times.

However, the city lord's mansion was still brightly lit. The old man named Yougui encountered Du Lei during the day but did not cause trouble. Instead, he chose to withdraw. However, this did not mean that he was going to compromise. Although that kid was very famous and his strength was not to be underestimated.

However, Ghost did not believe that the kid's strength was truly commensurate with his reputation.

So he secretly gathered a lot of experts, preparing to go to the inn again tonight to wipe that kid out in one fell swoop.

"Here's the situation: you are the elite Swift Assassination Squad of the Land of Rain. His Highness Zeref has ordered you to obey my commands, so tonight's assassination operation must be clean and efficient, leaving absolutely no trace, otherwise it will cause a serious diplomatic dispute."

The ghost solemnly reminded the group of people hidden in the darkness that, in the complete darkness, only their eyes could be seen, and that they possessed a chilling power in the shadows.

“Understood. Our Swift Assassination Squad only assassinates high-ranking and powerful figures. Ordinary small fry are not worth our attention. This guy named Du Lei has become quite famous recently. Using his blood to build up the reputation of our Swift Assassination Squad is the perfect solution. So, Lord Ghost, wait for our good news…” The leader was a short, hunched man.

He was extremely thin and wore a pair of sharp iron claws. After letting out a ferocious and sinister laugh, he left the room.

Soon, lightning flashed outside the window. He retreated, disappeared into the darkness.

"Do you really think they can kill Dure?" After the Swift Assassination Squad left, a figure appeared behind Phantom.

The light was dim and his features were not clearly visible, but it was still possible to discern that he was a young man.

"I don't think so," Ghost said after thinking for a moment.

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Ghost sent the Swift Assassination Squad to deal with the young man he had met at the inn earlier, knowing how formidable the Swift Assassination Squad was.

The Swift Assassination Squad can easily assassinate any magic user below the King rank with their exquisite teamwork.

However, Ghost knew that the young man he saw was not below the King rank, but above the King rank.

This is beyond the scope of what the Swift Assassination Group can handle; in fact, his purpose in doing so is quite obvious.

He was simply sending the Swift assassination squad to their deaths; in reality, he didn't wait very long.

The rain was still drizzling outside the window, seemingly without end. He was already used to this kind of weather.

Moreover, to some extent, he also likes this kind of weather, and he likes rain because rain can cover up many things.

For example, smells, footprints, and even... the dirty blood that flows out after a murder will all be washed away by the rain.

Of course, it takes time to wash it clean. Usually, the next day you'll only see a cold corpse, and then someone will carry it away and that's it.

But the ghost didn't wait until the next day. He only waited a few minutes before a slightly sweet and fishy smell wafted in.

He remained seated in the room, unmoved, with steaming black tea in a teacup in front of him.

This was the tea he had just brewed when he met with the members of the Swift Assassination Group.

The man, who had only left the room a few minutes earlier, returned, wearing a pair of iron claws on his hands.

This was a nightmare for many high-ranking officials and nobles in the Rain Kingdom, because seeing these iron claws often meant certain death. This was the weapon of Iron Claw, the leader of the Swift Assassination Squad. He named it after his weapon, having long forgotten his real name during his twenty years as an assassin. He spent a long time allowing his iron claws to drink blood before finally becoming the leader of the Swift Assassination Squad.

It can be said that his position was built on countless bones. He completed dozens of missions brilliantly. He received the mission, carried it out, and completed it. Every time, everything went smoothly, and he never made the slightest mistake.

He originally thought this time would be no exception. All he needed to do was find the kid that Lord Ghost had mentioned, and they could cooperate and kill him as usual, easily taking care of him. Their record would be updated with another achievement, and they would have another undead under their claws. That was all.

But an accident still happened, and it happened very suddenly. They had only received the mission a short time ago, no more than three minutes in total!

Before they could even reach the inn, in the heavy rain, before they could even react, his men began to die one after another. Seeing his comrades, who had risked their lives with him, fall before his eyes, his first reaction was not pity or heartache.

People in his line of work are already numb to emotions. He has encountered dangerous situations in the past and lost many of his subordinates.

However, as long as the person who died wasn't himself, it didn't matter who died. As long as he completed the mission, he could count his gold coins with a clear conscience. After all, even if someone died, he could still absorb fresh blood, right? But now, he discovered that this mission was different from the previous ones.

Because this time their target came to them on its own initiative, he originally thought that this would save them the trouble of making a trip, which would be quite convenient. However, this thought only stayed in his mind for a moment before disappearing.

His desire to kill his opponent probably never stopped for even a moment, because he realized that the opponent was someone he could not defeat.

He was already quite fast, but in the rain, he didn't even have time to catch a glimpse of where the other person was.

This was a terrifying thing; after so many years as a hitman, this was the first time he had ever felt such fear.

The cold raindrops pelted him, and his men fell one by one in fear and despair.

In the end, he was all alone. He turned and ran away because there was nothing more important than his life.

He remembered that Lord Phantom was a very powerful magic user, and that he would be safe as long as he returned to the room he had just been in!

And he did just that. After he burst through the door, the air was cool and had a hint of fishy sweetness.

A gentle breeze carried the smell of blood from outside. The ghost was still drinking tea, but he put down his teacup.

Because if a fragrant tea is mixed with other aromas, it won't taste good.

"Lord Ghost, save me, Lord Ghost..." Iron Claw thought he was no longer afraid of death.

Having grown accustomed to a life of constant danger, perhaps in the beginning he was indeed unafraid of death.

But later on, his fame grew, his status rose, and he amassed more and more wealth.

After he became addicted to pleasure, he discovered that his life was actually very precious, unlike before.

Therefore, he rarely takes action himself when it comes to missions. If it weren't for Prince Jelf insisting that he come in person this time, he originally planned to leave it to his subordinates and enjoy his leisurely life, counting his gold coins.

However, out of respect for Prince Jelf, he still made the trip, and he decided that this would be the last time he would do it personally.

Although the opponent's strength was indeed a problem, even Lord Yūki had warned him to be careful.

But he thought that the ghost was old and had become timid.

Their Swift Assassination Squad was infamous throughout the Rain Kingdom, making even the nobles tremble in fear.

How could they possibly be afraid of a tiny outsider?

However, when he saw his men dying one by one in front of him...

He saw the young man walking towards him in the cold, heavy rain.

Iron Claw experienced an unprecedented despair, realizing that living a life of wealth for too long could truly make one afraid of death.

So this is how others feel when he arbitrarily plays with their lives and deaths; he finally understands!

Of course, this is not a good experience.

Fortunately, the other party did not rush to kill him, so he was able to ask the ghost for help.

"Lord Ironclaw? You've completed your mission and returned so quickly?" Phantom put down his teacup and walked over to ask slowly.

"Lord Ghost, he's a monster, a complete monster! He's here! You must save me, Lord Ghost, you must save me!"

Iron Claw had never been so terrified as he was today. If it were in the past, someone had told him that one day he would be so scared that he would wet his pants.

He would definitely think this is ridiculous. How could Iron Claw, who is fearless and invincible, be so scared?

But after he actually felt the wetness, his legs went weak and he couldn't even stand up straight.

Because he realized he was about to lose everything, everything he had painstakingly built up over twenty years.

He didn't want to lose all of this, and he didn't want to die!

"I understand, Lord Ironclaw. Don't worry, it's very safe here, absolutely safe..." Phantom walked up to him and comforted him gently.

Just as Iron Claw finally calmed down and realized that Lord Ghost was indeed more reliable.

He suddenly felt a chill in his chest. He looked down in a daze and saw something piercing through his chest.

This is a cane, or more precisely, a cane with a mechanism installed at the top. Blood slowly seeped down the cane.

He felt very cold, even colder than when he was shivering in the rainy night.

He also felt very weak, tired, and wanted to take a nap.

"Lord Ghost, you..." Iron Claw had taken countless lives in this way, but when this feeling came to him, it was so unfamiliar. He looked at the old man in front of him in astonishment, unable to understand.

Why did the old man deliver the fatal blow?

There's no reason for this! Aren't they on the same side? Iron Claw couldn't understand it even in his death!

"Lord Dure, please excuse my poor appearance." The Ghost drew his cane and wiped the blood off it with a white handkerchief.

He disdainfully kicked Iron Claw's corpse aside; he was a very clean person, so he tried his best to avoid getting blood on himself.

At that moment, a figure stood outside the door. He did not come in, and cold wind kept blowing in through the open door.

The ghost couldn't see clearly who the figure was, but he knew who it was.