Once subordinates discuss in private.
It will certainly bring about many punishnts.
Even though he has been hardworking and contributed greatly, he cannot escape being penalized.
Clear rewards and punishnts.
This is also one of the reasons the prince is respected.
Regarding this, Peters naturally has no objections.
He is just angry at Holderak and Daller.
Those fence-sitters!
Not long ago, they were still bowing and scraping to him.
"Do you really think I’ve fallen into despair?”
Peters sneered in his heart.
Yes, he is a Beast Tar relying on ‘secret pets’.
After his ‘secret pet’ entered the aging period, his strength declined sharply.
Although nominally a Level Four ‘Beast Tar’, his strength gradually beca inferior even to Level Three.
However, as long as he is Level Four ‘Shepherd’ Beast Tar!
His ‘professional’ talent allows him to choose another ‘secret pet’!
Not just that!
He now holds a secret technique in his hand!
A secret technique that can bring his secret pet back to maturity!
Although initially using this secret technique accelerated the aging of his secret pet, leaving quite a few hidden dangers, even making the ‘secret pet’, which should have a fifty-year maturity period, enter aging within five short years.
But, using this secret technique again, he can bring his ‘secret pet’ back to maturity for five years.
With these five years as a buffer, he’s more than enough to find a second ‘secret pet’.
Then, relying on the secret technique, he again accelerates the maturity of the second secret pet.
As long as he controls it well.
‘Level Five’ is not impossible!
And now?
It’s ti for him to use the secret technique.
Even Daller, who has been watching him closely, wouldn’t think he’d use the secret technique now.
To obtain this mission, he intentionally showed resistance in the beginning.
This made Daller more eager to include him.
And Daller would never have guessed this was intentional.
Using the secret technique in the inn seems safe but will still draw attention.
Far better to use it now, when everyone’s attention is on Jason.
Peters headed to the top of the train.
He doesn’t need to open the door.
The invisible ‘secret pet’ has already opened the door.
In fact, he doesn’t need to climb the ladder either, he was lifted to the top of the train by the ‘secret pet’.
Peters did not imdiately start using the secret technique but genuinely began patrolling.
Neither heavier nor lighter steps.
Walking in his usual step, Peters traversed the train’s top.
He knows Daller can hear him.
The closer to success, the more cautious he must be.
Breathing is adjusted to complete smoothness, Peters moved from the dining car at the end to the locomotive in front.
He has already made one round trip.
He calculated the ti.
His stride ans one round trip takes three minutes.
But completing the secret technique, three minutes are not enough.
Even with the forbidden secret technique, omitting many steps still requires considerable ti.
At least ten minutes.
Then…
Must add so flair.
Peters thought, issuing an order in his heart.
In the supply carriage, a rat erged from the shadows, raising its head to look around.
The patrolling security personnel did not notice the rat.
In fact, when a rat wants to hide, it’s hard to be discovered.
This rat, following the order in its heart, headed straight for a bottle covered by a cloth bag in a corner.
Inside the bottle is… phosphorus!
Highly flammable phosphorus!
The bottle cork was quickly gnawed away.
Air began to enter.
The late sumr and early autumn heat started reacting with the phosphorus inside the bottle, and the rat rolling the bottle accelerated this reaction.
After about ten seconds——
Boom!
Sparks shot out from the bottle’s mouth.
The whole bottle exploded.
Flas scattered everywhere.
The grease inside the supply carriage was instantly ignited.
This wasn’t arranged by Peters.
But it’s sothing that already existed inside the supply car.
Yet, Peters ordered the rat to push the bottle close to the grease, and provided a sufficiently large contact surface.
Fire!
Flas suddenly rose!
"Fire!”
"Fire!”
The anomaly in the supply carriage imdiately attracted the patrolling security personnel.
Horda, who had just walked to the accommodation carriage, turned back directly.
Daller was the first to arrive.
Seeing the half of the carriage ignited in a breath, Daller frowned.
"Put out the fire!”
Daller ordered.
Then, he turned and scanned the crowd. When he didn’t see Peters, the overall leader of this operation imdiately guessed sothing.
He didn’t say anything more.
He walked straight toward the connection of the train.
Daller had no evidence to confirm it was Peters’s doing.
However, Daller was convinced it was Peters.
After all, he had seen all those recent sneaky movents of his own eyes. .
What did the other party want to do?
Daller knew perfectly well.
Nothing more than relying on that unknown secret technique to return to the peak again.
And this is sothing he absolutely would not allow.
It was hard enough to get rid of a lurking opponent; he absolutely would not allow the opponent to return to the peak again.
Even if this peak was still quite different from his own, it was the sa.
Therefore, Daller moved as if lightning.
He swiftly jumped onto the carriage.
Daller had already made up his mind, no matter what Peters said, he would strike to kill upon eting.
After killing the opponent, then explain to the prince, stating the opponent disrupted the operation—so necessary traces had long been burned away by the fire, unable to be found, but so residual hints could still be ‘found’!
They must be found!
If they can’t be found, then they must be created!
Thinking of this, the killing intent in Daller’s heart grew stronger.
But the next mont, Daller was dumbfounded in place.
He saw Peters.
Peters was right in front of him.
But!
Peters was dead!
Beheaded in one stroke!
The head rolled to one side of the roof, held by the ventilation shaft, so it didn’t fall off.
The headless body slumped inside, blood gushing out.
There were so remaining marks in front of the opponent’s body, but they had been destroyed, only identifiable as ritual marks, but exactly what they were was completely indistinguishable.
Moreover, most importantly, the opponent’s ‘secret pet’ was gone!
Although it was a ‘Harken’ that had entered its aging period!
Its strength remained formidable, a third-tier professional was no match at all, and a fourth-tier professional, if well-matched, could put up a fight.
With the ‘Beast Tar’s’ death, the ‘secret pet’ should have appeared.
Even a magical creature like ‘Harken’ was no exception.
But, there was none in sight.
That left only one possibility —
"At the instant Peters was taken down, that ‘secret pet’ also died.”
"Killed instantly by the opponent!”
Daller’s expression turned cold.
Daller wouldn’t be surprised by Peters being taken down instantly.
As long as it was set up properly, he could easily finish off the opponent, but to silently take down a ‘Harken’ in such a short ti was unrealistic.
To take it down in a short ti, he could still manage.
Silently?
He couldn’t do it.
Even though he’s a fifth-tier ‘Shadow Dancer’ assassin.
After checking Peters’s body once more, confirming that Peters was beheaded from behind by a single stroke, and the blade was sharp, the wielder was powerful and extrely precise, Daller had no other clues.
There were no footprints.
No traces.
Not even a sll.
"An old hand!”
"Not just an old hand, but a good one!”
"And probably also an ‘assassin’ professional!”
"At least fifth-tier like !”
"Possibly, mastering so special combat techniques and secret techniques!”
Daller thought, his gaze becoming solemn.
If among the many ‘professionals,’ he least wanted to face any profession.
The ‘assassin’ was at the top!
Because he was an ‘assassin’
He knew very well the thods of ‘assassins’!
Wait!
Suddenly, Daller thought of sothing, turned around, and jumped off the roof, rushing toward the special carriage.
But,
It was too late!
Including Holderak, the remaining 16 security personnel were all lying in a pool of blood.
Looking at the corpses piled up between the dining car and the banquet carriage, Daller’s scalp tingled slightly.
Because these people died in the sa way as Peters.
All beheaded in one stroke.
And similarly, he didn’t hear a single sound.
Cold sweat started to trickle down his neck, toward his back.
The next mont —
Gray fog spread thickly
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