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at the same time.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Where did this assassin come from, turning my territory into such a mess!"

At that moment, Lakiri was packing his bags, preparing to flee.

He had originally planned to hunt Lelang deer the next day, but unexpectedly, assassins brazenly broke into his castle and wantonly slaughtered them!

Where did this audacious assassin come from?

Aren't you afraid of the revenge of Prince Numa Seka, the hero of the North?!

"Oh, so you didn't forget to take your treasure with you when you ran away? You actually value these things more than your own life?"

"who?!"

Lakiri suddenly turned around and saw a young man sitting calmly on the sofa opposite him, completely ignoring his question. He leisurely picked up a glass of red wine on the table and took a small sip.

"It tastes a bit sour and astringent. Is this what they call the taste of the elite?"

The rich flavor of the wine spread in his mouth. Zhenxun smacked his lips and put down the wine glass with a hint of disgust.

"As expected, I still can't enjoy the red wine here."

"Who the hell are you?!"

Lakiri pulled out his flintlock pistol and aimed it at him.

It's quite strange, really. This world has automatic firepower, yet these nobles have a strong preference for these flashy but impractical flintlock muskets that fire steel balls.

Not to mention pointing this toy at Yotsuba Mahiro, which made him laugh.

"Fine, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you."

Mahiro slowly stood up from the sofa, smiled at Rakiri, and said, "My name is Yotsuba Mahiro. You may not be familiar with this name, but you should be familiar with my position—the head of the Imperial Assassination Squad, right?"

"The Imperial assassination squad?! Damn it, they've been exposed!"

Lakiri was a ruthless man. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and a steel ball shot out as sparks flew.

But with a snap, it was caught by Shinji's two fingers.

It was even crushed into a piece of iron on the spot.

"Why are you so agitated? Here you go."

whoosh-

Before Rakiri could react, the metal shard had already pierced through his skull, a thin line of blood appearing in the center of his forehead, while the metal shard emerged from his skull and was buried in the ornately decorated wall.

"You shouldn't have died so young. You should have lived another day. Blame it on your subordinates for being too ruthless."

He looked at the limp corpse lying on the ground, its eyes wide open in death, and said coldly.

He probably never imagined that his death was not due to treason, alliance with foreign tribes, or secret collusion with the revolutionary army.

It was because one of his soldiers had harassed Yotsuba Mahiro's men.

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News of the assassination of Raqili, the governor of Lelang City, spread like wildfire, plunging the city into unprecedented panic and even shaking the northern tribes.

However, these things have little to do with Mahiro.

After completing their mission, they gathered in the hotel that had been converted into a safe house.

"You did a good job on this mission, especially Akame and Gin. You obtained the schedule information for Operation Lakiri very smoothly."

"Huh? But the rest of us were taken care of by you, Yotsuba-sama, before we even made contact with the target..."

Bonnie straddled the chair, leaning over it as he complained:

"Moreover, if Akame hadn't eaten all the food in the kitchen, I would have been able to gather this information as well."

"Who said it was all, Bonnie! It was clearly just meat. Blame the chef for making the meat too delicious," Akame solemnly corrected.

"Moreover, I've gathered a lot of information while I was assigned to the stables. Tomorrow, the governor of Lelang City, Lakiri, will only be taking about ten guards with him when he goes to hunt Lelang deer in the forest. This is when the defenses are at their weakest, which is the perfect time for us to make our move."

"Alright, alright, Akame and Bonnie, stop arguing."

Cornelia smoothed things over and calmed the two down.

To be honest, she was quite resentful about the mission objective being stolen. She had originally planned to complete the mission perfectly and receive praise from Lady Yotsuba.

But after learning the reason why Yotsuba-sama intervened, she felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Yotsuba-sama is indeed different from the others; she cares about them a lot.

Otherwise, isn't it normal for assassins to sell their bodies to obtain information?

However, Nahash, as the captain, also agreed with this point.

So he didn't say anything today, he just sat there in silence.

Although in his eyes these girls were just small fry who sometimes messed things up, asking them to sacrifice themselves for assassinations would make him even less than a small fry, wouldn't it?

However, in order to consider the feelings of the other girls, Mahiro still praised each of them for their actions.

Even Bonnie gave a slight compliment to the outstanding knife skills.

Even though it had nothing to do with the mission, Bonnie, that idiot, still happily scratched her head, her long orange ponytail swaying behind her.

"Alright, since you're all unwilling to accept this, that's fine. There are other tasks to come."

It's like a main quest chain, with each link connected to the next, making it seem endless.

Mahiro couldn't help but silently complain in his heart.

The other girls all looked up at him.

"We recently received intelligence that the northern barbarians and the revolutionary army have taken action. Because we have recently removed several spies and severely damaged them, the enemy you will face next will be an unprecedented challenge for you."

“Oh...we’ve become someone else’s target too?” Nahashu said slowly.

“Good comprehension, Nahashu.”

Zhenxun casually offered a word of praise, then continued, "Remember, we are the shadow of the Empire, and only the shadow can fight against the shadow. Therefore, the enemy we are facing this time is most likely a fellow enemy hired by the northern alien race."

On this continent, the Empire is not the only one with formal assassination forces; there are also many mercenary assassination societies.

The most famous of these was the Oberg assassination society.

In the original story, Cornelia died at the hands of this society, so he will never repeat that mistake this time!

Chapter 144 Who is the prey, and who is the hunter? (5.1K)

"Ugh... The next target is the Minister of the Imperial Assassination Force? That's a really big fish that could choke us."

On the rugged mountain road, the speaker was a vibrant young girl with long orange hair, wearing a plaid skirt and a black blouse.

She was wearing headphones and chewing on a lollipop, looking rather nonchalant, and muttered to herself like this.

"Is the information reliable? Could it be a trap? Why would such an important figure be staying in the capital and going to the distant border?"

"Stop nagging, Chelsea. This is a secret message from within the Revolutionary Army. It's absolutely reliable. Let's get going."

Under the moonlight, an elderly woman spoke in a frail voice, while standing beside her was a young girl whose appearance chilled one to the bone at first glance.

The girl wore a long robe and held a long sword in her hand. Her face was expressionless, showing neither joy nor sorrow, but Chelsea knew how terrifying this girl was.

He was a genius nurtured from childhood by his master, a big shot in the assassin society, and is known as the strongest assassin among his peers!

"Okay, instructor."

Taking the lollipop out of her mouth, Chelsea lazily responded, ignoring the alluring silver thread still clinging to it, and no longer looking at her aloof senior sister, she followed the two of them.

What Chelsea didn't expect was that the journey along the mountain road would take several days!

The sky gradually turned a pale white, and the three of them walked from night into day, and then from day into night, repeating this cycle over and over again.

Chelsea, who had been full of energy, was now so tired that she couldn't even speak. She was panting with her tongue hanging out, hanging behind the two of them like a puppy.

"I'm really... sorry, I can barely walk anymore, instructor."

"Is that so? Just bear with it."

The old woman, hunched over and looking like she might fall over, didn't even turn her head, coldly uttering those few words.

"Have you forgotten how far you walked today?" Chelsea complained grumbled.

“Don’t treat me like an idiot. I remember you saying at dinner a week ago, ‘It’s because the instructor only eats hamburgers.’”

What a vengeful old woman...

Chelsea wore a disappointed expression, silently complaining to herself.

"...Let me carry you on my back."

Following behind the old woman, the tall, icy beauty, comparable to Cornelia, leaned over and carried Chelsea on her back.

Unlike Neria's blonde hair, her waist-length black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her attire and clothes were somewhat similar to those of a Japanese female ninja.

"Wow! Taeko, you're so great!" Chelsea cheered excitedly.

"Don't spoil her too much, Taeko."

Looking at her two disciples, the old woman couldn't help but scold them, "Back in the day, when I was a beautiful young woman..."

Chelsea, perched on Taeko's back, was speechless and muttered under her breath, "Well, the lecturing really did turn into bragging!"

If we don't change the subject quickly, who knows how long we'll keep talking!

Chelsea's eyes darted around, and she immediately spoke:

"I said! This mission is an assassination operation against the Imperial secret forces, right? Are you trying to lure them out?"

"As the rebels' source of funding, they've been trading with other ethnic groups. By now, they should have received that fabricated intelligence."

The old woman, whose memories had been interrupted, was not angry. She simply smiled faintly and turned to look at her two disciples.

"I understand. Then we'll disguise ourselves as the merchants transporting goods during the transaction and intercept them..."

Chelsea said this, and then she saw something that caught her attention.

"Hmm... Instructor, look, it seems we've reached our destination."

Chelsea said, pointing to the ribbons hanging on the branches of a tree not far away.

If it were just the three of them, they naturally wouldn't be so arrogant as to confront the Empire's assassination squad. The Revolutionary Army also didn't trust them, so they had already contacted a mercenary group. The mark they just saw was their contact information.

Following the direction indicated by the sign, they entered the jungle, where a group of strangely dressed mercenaries were already waiting for them.

"Hey... wanna team up with these little girls? Are these the elite members of the assassin society?"

The scarred man at the head of the group looked at Taeko and Chelsea with a disdainful smile.

"Or are they two girls who are elites in bed? I'd really like to give them a try."

Wow... That's a typical line from a character who dies in a movie. Aren't these guys afraid of dying?

Chelsea looked at the group of mercenaries in front of her with a disappointed expression.

"But what do you do, grandma? Are you in the cookhouse?" After teasing Chesil and Miaozi, the scarred man sometimes came up to the hunched old woman and asked with a smile.

"Who's the old lady? My name is Barbara." A sinister smile crept across her lips as the old woman slowly introduced herself.

"Wait... Barbara, could it be... Barbara Oberg?"

"The assassin society..."

Upon hearing the old woman's name, the mercenaries immediately panicked.

"Hmm... It's Oberg's turn to offer his opinion. How about we kill someone to prove it?" The old woman said, exuding an incredibly terrifying murderous aura.

"No, no need, this killing intent is enough... I'm sorry. I didn't expect to meet you in person." The scarred man apologized with a smile, while Barbara snorted and pointed at Taeko standing behind her.

"That's Myoko over there, an assassin I've been training since she was a baby. It's fine if you mess with me, but don't mess with her."

The captain looked in the direction Barbara was pointing, and when he noticed the girl again, he couldn't help but swallow hard. The murderous aura she exuded was no less than that of the old woman in front of him.

They've finally gotten their hands on a tough nut to crack.

It's the thorny kind!

Just as the captain was thinking this, a vibrant girl's voice rang out again.