The man with brown hair and gray eyes quickly followed suit and dashed out of the restaurant, but Charlotte's shadow was nowhere to be found.
His flying dagger spun around in his hand and slipped into his sleeve as he smiled faintly, about to say sothing, when the next second, like the roar of a dragon, a Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet ca flying from afar...
Charlotte fired this shot with resentnt in his heart.
He was just a mathematics teacher who had transmigrated. His highest life goal was to marry a rich and beautiful wife, rise in rank, and beco wealthy; how had he ended up being pursued for murder ti and again?
In Kilmainham Prison, because of the new warden, Magru Teller's selfish actions, he was forced to report on nilman. He fled, but Magru Teller was not willing to let it go and spent a lot of money to have the Liemar Detective Agency assassins chase after him, which started a chain of misfortunes. He had killed eight detectives from the Liemar Agency, and Aubrey Barrington Atwood, the president of the agency, had even bribed assassins from the Orc Assassin Alliance...
Troubles suddenly seed endless.
"Magru Teller! You died a deserved death."
"Aubrey Barrington Atwood, I will definitely kill you, destroy your Liemar Detective Agency, ruin your family, end your lineage, and leave none of your line!"
Although Charlotte was a transmigrator, deep down, he still held onto so traditional Chinese values!
Yes, that included a particular fondness for annihilating the entire families of his enemies.
The man with brown hair and gray eyes reacted with incredible speed, his body flickered, creating afterimages in the air as he miraculously dodged the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet.
The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet hit the ground, creating a deep pit as big as a basin, with the force of the bullet carving a trench seven or eight ters long into the earth.
The assassin's eyes tightened as he suddenly began to run, his speed was like that of a cheetah.
Charlotte had missed with a Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet and was about to fire another shot, but seeing the speed of the assassin, he knew he had lost his chance.
He stored the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle in his alchemical staff, and with what seed like a casual throw, he planted it into the nearby wall, drawing the Blood Rose.
Though Charlotte was not a combatant, in an instant, he made the best decision.
Faced with the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin, the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle would be montarily useless, and the alchemical staff had no value in combat, so he had to abandon it and sneakily set a trap instead.
The Vampiric Hand Axe had limited lethality; if the opponent's speed was nearly the sa, he could play around with ranged attacks, but the assassin's speed outstripped his, leaving no chance to distance himself nor any margin to divert attention to control the Vampiric Hand Axe.
Therefore, Charlotte chose the Asiluo Clan's swordsmanship!
With his Insight Ability fully activated, the Blood Rose, infused with Bloody Glory, emitted a faint buzz, and his tension soared to unprecedented levels.
Charlotte had never before chosen to clash head-on with an enemy; although this was the most perfect tactic he could think of in the span of a few breaths, how could he relax against such a formidable opponent?
The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin took a quick step and leaped into the air; his flying dagger shifted unpredictably. Charlotte responded with his rapier, and in the fraction of a mont, they exchanged seven or eight moves.
Equipped with the Quickness Technique and amplified by Protagora's Secret Technique, Charlotte's speed was still slightly inferior, but with his Insight Ability and his Magic Stabbing Sword being longer than the enemy's flying dagger, he could predict the enemy's move with each stab, surprisingly fending off every attack from the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin.
The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin let out a soft "huh" and said, "The Asiluo Clan's Angel's Thorn?"
"You don't seem like a vampire!"
Charles had no leisure for such composure as his opponent possessed; he fought with all his might, yet he found it barely sufficient and dared not distract himself by responding.
The magic stabbing sword in his hands spun in continuous circles, clashing seventeen tis with the throwing knives of the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin. The shrieking of the blade against the knives rged into a continuous sound, like a symphony.
Such elegant utilization of swordsmanship was not Charles's style, but rather the style of the Asilo Clan. The way of swordplay known as Angel's Thorn is divided into twelve movents, and Charles could only perform the first one: Dawn's Blaze!
The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin had planned to kill a Fourth Order, based on slightly outdated information he considered it an easy task, hardly requiring a plan. He had intended to break into Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 and kill Charles at ho. When Charles went out to dine, he simply altered his plan, following him to the restaurant, intending to kill him there.
The perverse pleasure of killing soone's loved one in front of them was just a psychological tactic he enjoyed employing.
He took delight in watching his intended victims betray their loved ones in a desperate attempt to survive. As he slit their throats with a single stroke, he would say a few words, "I am a person who venerates love. Had you chosen to be killed instead of betraying your loved one, I might have spared you..." He relished seeing the despair and regret, the emotional and moral collapse of his prey.
Yes, that was quite a twisted hobby indeed.
Little did he expect that Charles was even more "twisted" than he was. How could he possibly think nilman was within his reach to kill? Not to ntion Duchess sunu, not even the seven heads of the Orc Assassin Alliance put together could handle the Grand Duchess.
In fact, Charles had overestimated the assassin as well!
Anne was a daughter of the Empire's earl. How could a re assassin muster the courage to kill her? Even if there were a contract, the Orc Assassin Alliance would hardly dare to accept it.
After dozens of fierce exchanges, the magic stabbing sword and throwing knife collided fiercely, each withdrawing to covertly recover their breath using secret techniques.
The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin chuckled lightly and said, "I underestimated you!"
Charles took a deep breath and replied, "You're interdiate rank, not high order! You only understand at least two special abilities!"
Charles had been frightened by the assassin, mistaking him for a high-level transcendent. But after battling for so long, he realized that the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin was not as strong as he had imagined.
The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin had a thod to conceal his presence, which is why he could elude the Insight ability, along with another special ability that could accelerate his movents. However, this speed-enhancing ability was not sustainable; otherwise, he would have been killed by now. How else could they have fought for so long?
The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin showed a faint surprise and remarked, "Your observational skills are quite sharp." Discover more stories at empire
"But, unfortunately, it won't save you from your inevitable death."
Charles chuckled and responded, "We'll see about that!"
Hundreds of ters away, where Charles had discarded his alchemical staff, three Agile Cats' kittens climbed up a wall. At the beckoning of the Soul Communication Spell, the kittens worked together to pull an Anti-Space Sniper Rifle from the staff.
The three little ones were panting with exertion but refused to rest. Instead, using the nearby wall, they set up the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle. The kittens huddled together, owing wildly, as six small paws strained to pull the trigger.
The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet pierced the air like divine fire, covering hundreds of ters in an instant, aiming straight at the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin.
The senior killer from the Orc Assassin Alliance, in the midst of leaping forward, was about to pounce on Charles.
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