These people had already been drawn in by del, so coming over to cooperate at this mont was also to showcase del’s strength, thereby attracting more people to join.
After all, not every participant in the Cradle Operation can seize control of the world, many have a clear understanding of their own abilities.
Among the people sent out by each Wizard Organization, there are only a few seed players, while the rest are foils.
These people will naturally maximize the use of this opportunity to strive for more benefits for themselves.
Herag stayed to the side drinking red wine, saying nothing, and trying to minimize his presence.
In his view, no matter how many of these people there were, it would be useless.
In the face of absolute power, numbers are aningless.
After this banquet, two more people had a pleasant conversation with del, and it seed they joined del as well.
Herag remained silent throughout, without showing any reaction.
del did not take the initiative to find him either, just looked at Herag’s departing figure when he left.
...
After the banquet dispersed.
Herag sat in the carriage returning to the Rose Inn, with so traces of alcohol on him, but he was not drunk at all.
By this ti, there weren’t many people moving about on the street, and since this wasn’t a comrcial street, it was rare to see anyone at night.
The coachman sitting in the coachman’s seat yawned, preparing to return ho for sleep after dropping off his carriage custor, having had a tiring day.
The carriage moved along the street, traveling slightly faster than usual, the sound of clattering hoofbeats echoing around.
The coachman, familiar with the surroundings here, guided the carriage into an alleyway, which would allow them to reach the Rose Inn faster.
Herag, who had been ditating with his eyes closed, suddenly sensed sothing and opened his eyes.
A man wrapped entirely in a black robe, holding a foil, suddenly appeared from the empty alley wall, leaping downwards, the foil aid directly at Herag’s head inside the carriage.
The entire process was silent, without even a whisper of wind.
The black-robed man seed to barely exist, making no noise whatsoever.
The foil approached the top of the carriage noiselessly, smoothly piercing into the wood without any resistance.
The black-robed man’s eyes were fixed on the foil, maintaining steady breathing.
Just as the foil pierced through the top of the carriage, about to enter Herag’s head.
Herag opened his eyes, his whole body rapidly swelling in size, with dark gold armor covering his body.
Simultaneously, his suddenly enlarged body caused the entire carriage to burst apart.
Herag extended his hand, catching the toothpick-like foil between two fingers.
In comparison to his now enormous body, the foil truly seed as insignificant as a toothpick.
The black-robed man attempted to pull the foil back with force but couldn’t budge it, feeling as if Herag’s fingers clamped the foil like iron pincers, making it impossible to retrieve.
As the man was about to release his grip and abandoning the foil, Herag reached out and seized his head.
With Herag’s current arm length, he could reach the black-robed man standing in place without any trouble.
Herag’s enormous hand completely enveloped the black-robed man’s head, then he suddenly exerted a mighty force into it.
However, the anticipated scene did not occur; the black-robed man turned into a cloud of black mist, and a black puppet dropped into Herag’s palm.
Herag looked at the black puppet before him: "Casting material, it seems to be a clone."
The black-robed man had been rely a kind of assassination magic used by so wizard; it looked like Shadow Magic.
If it were an ordinary wizard without high alertness, they might indeed have been successfully assassinated.
This magic made no noise at all throughout, and there wasn’t even a trace of magic power fluctuation.
The black-robed man relied on Shadow Magic to hide his aura, which couldn’t be detected without specific probing skills.
Herag was able to discover him because he used Shenlan’s environntal detection to notice the black-robed man instantly.
The mont the black-robed man’s figure appeared, Herag felt a surge of crisis.
Thus, the scene unfolded as it did just now.
The black-robed man was rely a magic after all, using the black wooden puppet as casting material.
It seed to be purely assassination magic with almost no defensive capability.
Herag imdiately checked his surroundings but found no suspicious people.
Shenlan’s environntal detection didn’t spot anyone unusual, which suggested it was likely a remote magic.
"Who would co to assassinate ?"
Herag couldn’t help but ponder this question.
del?
He hadn’t joined del, so provoking del to make a move on him was possible.
However, it might not be; it could possibly be the Abyssal Cultist, or even the Eye of the Storm.
Judging from the ambush location, it seed like soone was watching him.
Since he hadn’t sensed being watched, it indicated that the other party’s thod was quite special.
Herag put away the black puppet; it was used casting material, of no further use.
However, keeping it might be a clue, useful soday.
Herag stopped pondering who ca to assassinate him, as it was hard to figure out without concrete evidence at the mont.
He glanced at the petrified coachman, who huddled in a corner, not daring to move.
The carriage was completely ruined, and the horse pulling it had fled, its whereabouts unknown.
Herag thought for a mont, then took out a bag filled with dozens of Gold Coins from his Space Ring, tossing it to the coachman.
"This is compensation for your carriage."
The coachman looked at the bag of money in front of him, not daring to pick it up until Herag walked away.
He then quickly went and picked up the money bag.
He glanced in the direction the horse had run and hurriedly pursued it.
Feeling the heavy bag of Gold Coins in his arms, the coachman’s fear began to diminish significantly.
He initially thought he was finished, legs having gone weak from the fright of the sudden appearance of the Dark Gold Armor Giant, unable to run.
Watching the horse flee helplessly, unable to get up to chase it.
Unexpectedly, the giant was just the carriage guest, and the Gold Coins were more than sufficient to cover the loss.
If he managed to retrieve the horse, it would have been a great profit.
...
After returning to the Rose Inn, Herag once again looked at the black puppet, checking that it was called an Ashen Puppet, a Tier One casting material for Shadow Magic.
Just from this item, it was impossible to infer who was behind it, so Herag decided to put it aside for the ti being.
After this incident, Herag planned not to leave the inn for the next month.
Anything needed could be handled by the inn’s staff, errands and such, without requiring him to go out.
The Rose Inn was still quite safe, as it was specially provided for wizards to stay in, and was equipped with adequate Witch Arrays, among others.
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