The rain continued to fall incessantly.
Eight o’clock in the evening.
Finally, at this point, the rain was just right for Jessie.
Such rain befits such a night.
anwhile, in the large manor house of the Eriman Clan, the party music was at its most intense.
In the brightly lit ballroom, noble n and won were dancing vigorously.
On a rainy night, swaying to cheerful music, holding fine wine in hand, with handso n and beautiful won before them, they could indulge in dreams of the wondrous possibilities to co.
That’s what a sumr night in the Royal Capital should rightfully be.
"Get away!"
Just when everyone was imrsed in joy, a shrill scream shattered the rrint.
A girl of radiant beauty was seen lifting her skirt, glaring in terror and anger, shouting at another person.
Everyone recognized the girl; she was Wendy from the Flam family, the darling of the noble circle, admired for her beauty and upbringing, and from a prominent family.
Many young n were enamored with her.
So as soon as she scread, several people rushed over.
"Wendy, Wendy, are you alright?"
Everyone seed anxious.
Upon hearing their voices, Wendy imdiately burst into tears.
While crying, she fiercely glared across from her.
Across from her stood a middle-aged man with drunken eyes.
If you only judged by his appearance, you would think he’s incredibly handso, with an air of nobility.
But if you knew his na, you wouldn’t think so at all.
He was Count Jiakade.
"He... he just tried to drag into a room!"
"Damn it."
"That bastard!"
The young n were filled with righteous indignation.
So were already stepping forward, ready to act.
Count Jiakade’s na was only good for scaring commoners; everyone knew his family was on a complete decline.
And yet, he dared to pull such a stunt in such a setting.
But it was actually Jesse who shouldn’t have invited him.
However, no one dared to ntion this due to the Eriman Clan’s imnse influence.
So, they could only vent their anger on Count Jiakade.
"Flynn, get out before I break your legs, you’re not welco here!"
"Oh? Young man, whose family are you from, daring to speak to like this? Do you know my na?"
Count Jiakade seed even drunker, blearily glaring at the man who challenged him, shouting back.
"Your na? Aren’t you just the most hopeless playboy in the Royal Capital?"
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.
It seed Count Jiakade could not maintain his composure. He clumsily drew a silver rapier from his waist, and began to shout provocatively.
"A playboy, am I? Really? Then co and taste this, co on!"
He brandished the rapier with drunken bravado, appearing quite helpless and vulnerable.
This scene was also noticed by the evening’s host, Jessie, along with Jonas.
They didn’t intervene, simply raising their glasses as if watching a farcical performance.
"Not going to stop him?"
Seeing several young n genuinely tempted to test Jiakade’s rapier, Jonas finally spoke.
He was the more experienced one, knowing that although Count Jiakade had a terrible reputation and was a ss in most things, he did have so genuine skills; after all, his family was once renowned for their martial achievents.
If he actually injured a few people, it would be troubleso.
"Do you think this guy might be an assassin in disguise?"
Jessie suddenly posed a very odd question.
"Him?"
Jonas was puzzled, then shook his head.
"No way, this guy looks nothing like Johnny Blackbird."
"Yeah, I just suddenly thought that sneaking in like this would be interesting, but... never mind."
Jessie also laughed, seemingly amused by his own idea.
Indeed, he still couldn’t adapt to life in the Royal Capital, lacking passion and imagination.
It was much better in Kasmo because every day was filled with surprises and unexpected events.
Like there was one ti he disguised himself as a slave, silently infiltrating an enemy’s gathering, then, after everyone got drunk, he killed his enemy.
He rembered his enemy drunkenly yelling at him, "Hey, are you that damned brat? Are you? Hahaha, co kill then!"
Jessie fulfilled his wish.
But thinking about it, Johnny Blackbird probably didn’t have that kind of imagination.
"Escort him to a guest room to rest; he is a noble, after all."
Ultimately, Jessie didn’t have Count Jiakade thrown out, rely had the servants restrain his drunken antics and take him to a guest room.
The party could finally continue smoothly.
Just then, a servant hurried over to Jessie, whispering sothing to him.
Jessie nodded upon hearing it, saying nothing more.
After the servant left, Jonas at the side asked, "Sothing happened?"
"I suppose so."
Yet, Jessie’s expression remained relaxed.
"That guy didn’t co here, went to my brother’s place instead..."
"Your brother..."
"Naturally, nothing happened to my brother, of course, it’s my brother."
As a matter of fact, a bullet from out of nowhere almost hit his brother in the face.
Fortunately, his brother had plenty of skilled guards, and was fine.
But they didn’t capture Johnny Blackbird.
"What a pity."
Jessie shook his head.
"Let’s end the party here."
He no longer wanted to play this ga; the ga was over.
Because the real guest they were expecting would not be coming.
Although tomorrow’s newspaper could have a field day mocking Johnny Blackbird.
He finally missed his mark.
"No, it can’t end yet. I think, let’s keep it going until dawn, shall we?"
Jonas, however, opposed the idea.
"Oh?"
Jessie felt puzzled, then realized Jonas’ intention.
"You’re worried that guy might be pretending? His real target might still be us?"
"That’s one crafty bird."
"Makes sense. So, let the party continue then. Co, let’s find a girl to dance with. Otherwise, this night will be quite dull."
The singing and dancing continued, and the rain still poured.
The night’s revelry endured.
On stage, the play had only reached the second act.
Only those who thought themselves the protagonists would never imagine that their roles weren’t as significant in tonight’s show.
Nine o’clock.
The rain continued washing over the night of the South District, blood, and gunpowder smoke.
While the film crew remained engrossed in shooting the rain-soaked alley gunfight scene.
A man in an obsidian bird-beak mask slowly stepped onto this stage that was never ant for him.
The blackbird spread its wings.
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