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Chapter 1233 - Chapter 1233 Chapter 379 Killing Four_4

Chapter 1233: Chapter 379: Killing Four_4 Chapter 1233: Chapter 379: Killing Four_4 All the factors that were happening pointed to an inevitable outcome.

What he needed was just some decisiveness and appropriate execution.

Of course, in the deduction, the risks were real.

For example, if too many memories were stripped away and Leonard Churchill failed to find what he wanted before the curse backlash fully erupted…

But it was this uncertainty that made the plan so irresistibly attractive.

Moreover, Leonard Churchill would not entertain the “what ifs” that already had outcomes.

He had survived, and that was the result.

At this moment, Leonard Churchill lifted his gaze once more to the three assassins in the distance, his lips curling up again into that familiar, enigmatic smile.

With Black Tooth Granny–the greatest threat to himself–dead, what remained was simply dessert after the meal.

With a “snap,” the air burst, and Leonard Churchill’s figure had already vanished from his original position.

On the other side, those three Black Blade Assassins had just witnessed his astonishing combat power, and their expressions had already turned ashen.

Lenny also quickly recovered from his shock, and seeing the three trying to flee, he hastily moved to help intercept them.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The battle in the cavern was intense but brief, soon coming to a complete halt.

…

Not much later.

The barrier shattered, and a mechanical boat reappeared in the Underground Dark River, slowly gliding toward the unknown depths of darkness.

Just like before, Lenny was rowing the boat, carrying that “foreigner” who came to the Shadow Abyss Black Market from somewhere else.

As if nothing had happened, Leonard Churchill sat calmly at the bow of the boat.

He was reviewing the extracted memories from the photographs.

There was a lot of intelligence in the memories of the four Black Blade members he had just killed.

Though fragmented, the pieces came together to give Leonard Churchill an abundance of intriguing intelligence.

It was then that he understood why they had arranged a blackmail bargain.

After the Orlan Dynasty’s collapse over two hundred years prior, the remnants of the Old Era had been exiles for two centuries.

They hid here and there, requiring some source of supplies and information.

Thus, the Royal Court’s former special operations organization “Black Blade” had transformed into the current Assassin Organization.

While gathering intelligence, they also took up the livelihood of robbing, burglarizing, and blackmailing.

A place teeming with mixed influences like the City of Thieves was the largest Black Blade stronghold in the entire East Wilderness.

Looking at the intelligence, Leonard Churchill’s primary concern was to see if there would be any further trouble.

After a quick review, there wasn’t any.

As expected, that old woman had mistaken him for someone from the Lionheart Family or the Revolutionary Army coming to purchase supplies, and blackmailing was a standard operation for them.

They had done it many times before.

After all, with the restoration of the Orlan Royal Family, there was no one they dared not to rob.

Regarding Lenny on the boat, the four knew nothing; they were simply ordered to assassinate him.

They used the Disaster Object [Ashen Mist Relic Portrait] as bait, and then waited for the fish to bite.

On the boat, the mechanical oars churned through the water with a splashing sound.

No one spoke, the atmosphere was somewhat tense. Frozen as it was, it carried a certain oppressive and uneasy air.

Lenny occasionally cast sidelong glances at Leonard Churchill on the boat, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The terrifying combat power displayed in the quadruple assassination had extinguished any thoughts he might have harbored.

He was well aware that if the other party wished, he could be killed too.

The current scene was almost identical to the one just after they left the Black Market.

The man was as composed as ever, sitting there.

As steady as a mountain and as inscrutable as an abyss, it was this silence that made every breath Lenny took heavy with an invisible pressure.

Ultimately unable to bear the silence,

Lenny knew he needed to break it and took the initiative to ask, “Where would you like to go, sir? I am quite familiar with the underground river beneath City of Thieves, I could take you there first.”

Hearing this, Leonard Churchill finally looked up, “No rush.”

He looked at the boatman before him with a half-smile and asked, “I’m curious, what is your relationship with the ‘Puppeteer’ Domingo?”

Lenny wasn’t surprised by the question and responded with a bitter smile, self-mockingly, “If I have to say, I am… Domingo’s uncle.”

Continuing with a grave tone, he added, “His father was my younger brother.”

“Oh?”

Leonard Churchill was not surprised.

Having seen the fellow’s exquisite puppetry, he had already guessed as much.

But he hadn’t expected the relationship to be so close.

And upon hearing this opening, he was immediately interested and continued to inquire, “Then… Why does Domingo want to kill you? And, why do you want [Ashen Mist Relic Portrait]?”

Lenny replied, “This is actually a family scandal within our Playgod Clan; if you’re interested, I wouldn’t mind sharing…”

He paused, realizing that concealment was pointless now and disclosed his purpose directly, “As for the [Ashen Mist Relic Portrait]… It’s not that I need this Disaster Object. Rather, I need to find a certain piece of concealed memory within it.”