After the assassin officially takes on a mission, the client side will provide relevant information about the assassination target, and this time is no exception. The dandy, through their own intelligence network, provided the basic information about the ranger, along with the specific location of the inn where the target currently resides. Silver Blade took the map with the location of the target, glanced at it roughly, and found that it was not a very far place. Long-distance travel is like a required course for assassins. In the past, Silver Blade has encountered situations where she had to run hundreds or thousands of miles. Similar to this time, where she didn't have to move too far to reach the target, it was already considered very easy for her.
After the dandy paid the deposit, they officially left; shortly after the dandy left, Silver Blade also took action and headed straight to the inn marked on the map. That night, she arrived at the inn located in the town's interior; on this journey, she did not draw any special attention from passersby, just like a transparent person. She arrived at the front of the inn just in time, close to midnight, a good time to assassinate.
Silver Blade looked around, carefully observed the dark corners, made sure no one was disturbing her, then leaped and jumped onto the rooftop. Compared to human assassins, her advantage lay in being able to move in and out of places silently, even without tools like grappling hooks. While climbing down the roof, she recalled the location marked on the map, the room on the second floor where the target lived was very close to the window on the right side of the second floor.
Therefore, when she reached the edge of the roof, she immediately rolled off; just before she was about to fall to the ground, she reached out her left hand and grabbed the window. Silver Blade's upper body hung in the air, supported only by her left hand; her other hand was raised and lightly pushed against the window surface. Click, click, click. It wouldn't budge! The window seemed to be locked from the inside by the person staying in the room.
Although closing the window for sleep was not conducive to ventilation in the room, it could indeed ensure the safety of the occupant in certain situations. If a fierce robber were after the ranger's life, the latter would only return empty-handed because assassination work required not alarming the target, certain actions also had to be performed with great skill. For instance, opening the window - a regular thief might just smash it; but an assassin would never act so rudely.
"Picking locks" was a must for assassins, and for Silver Blade, a simple, unprocessed ordinary window could be easily handled with just a finger. Under the cover of night, the petite figure raised her index finger, extended the outer layer of her nail, and began manipulating the gap in the window. She twirled her finger around the four edges of the window, and with one final twist of her nail, the window quietly opened. After dealing with the only obstacle, Silver Blade flipped inside the room, not waiting for her legs to land, she somersaulted in mid-air; using her soft back to touch the ground, she rolled a few rounds, and with the help of her extended cat tail, she braced herself near the bed frame.
Infiltration successful! Silver Blade silently stood up like a white ghost, catching a glimpse of the tightly covered blanket on the bed and the human-shaped lump under the covers.
Based on the fact that the silver knife did not lift the blanket, it judged that the target had not yet woken up.
It is not a good practice to assassinate someone you have never met under any circumstances, but this is ultimately work, a necessary means of survival for the silver knife.
I'm sorry…
After silently offering her apologies, she raised the dagger and aimed at the middle of the blanket. Sensing the location of the heart, she swiftly brought down the sharp blade.
Pfft!
The unfortunate blanket was pierced, but at this moment, the silver knife vaguely felt that something was amiss, as if she hadn't hit the target.
Using the tip of the dagger, the silver knife gently flicked open the blanket, only to discover that the figure lying on the bed was not human at all.
To be precise:
What lay on the bed was just a male-shaped life-sized puppet, with a small but sharp hole now adorning it.
"Aha, didn't expect that, did you!"
At that moment, a male voice suddenly came from the wardrobe behind the silver knife;
Immediately after, she heard the noise of the wardrobe opening abruptly.
A young man with black hair and dressed in ranger attire leaped out from the wardrobe, blinking as he landed behind the silver knife.
Simultaneously, the silver knife swiftly turned around, changing direction in an instant, coming face-to-face with the black-haired youth.
This was the first time the silver knife had seen the appearance of a target up close while the target was still alive;
From the young man's perspective, this "face-to-face" encounter was indeed necessary;
After all, he had initially mistaken the person coming to take his life for a fierce bandit.
The young man had not anticipated an assassin coming to kill him today;
He simply took into account the reality of having too many enemies when traveling, not wanting to be taken out unknowingly in his sleep one day. Hence, he had developed two habits.
Firstly:
Whenever a second person entered the room, no matter how deeply he was asleep, he would always wake up instantly.
Secondly:
The danger of sleeping in the bed was extremely high, so in recent years, he had been using the wardrobe as his sleeping place;
When staying in a hotel to confuse potential assassins, he would place a custom-made life-sized puppet on the bed to deceive them;
The puppet, naturally designed to look like him, would be re-customized if damaged unexpectedly.
The quality of the silver knife was indeed remarkable.
Among the assassins the young man had encountered before, several had stabbed the bed and left, not even bothering to "confirm the body" afterwards.
An assassin like the silver knife, who realized on the spot that something was amiss after the initial mistake and then discovered the truth, could definitely be considered a top-notch conscience in the industry...
After realizing that she was being watched, the silver knife's only choice was one.
She was a unique assassin. When covert assassination failed, she did not ponder escape;
Instead, the silver knife would abandon all tricks and choose to confront the target head-on.
Dual daggers were the silver knife's weapon, but until she gauged the opponent's strength, she would only use a single dagger in combat.
The sharp blade sliced through the air, carving out dozens of bone-chilling trajectories, like a frosty blade aiming at the young man's body.
The young man, however, was not one to sit back and await death.
He also had something to do in the last moment. To explain it simply, he reached his right hand behind his back and swung it out with force when the little girl's dagger was about to stab him.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
What blocked the dagger's advance was just an ordinary meat fist.
Because the young man's move was so unusual, Silver Knife couldn't react in time and could only instinctively pause the dagger, facing the fist in front of him.
Perhaps worried that she wouldn't react in time, the young man deliberately explained, "Little sister, you lose!"
The dagger was equivalent to scissors, and naturally, the fist the young man extended would be rock.
Although the game had different rules in different places, the most widely accepted rule was still that rock beats scissors and loses to paper.
As a girl who enjoyed playing games, Silver Knife knew the result of the round of rock-paper-scissors just now, her mind feeling confused, and the young man then spoke, "Since little sister lost, you should go home now. I had a great time playing with you today."
The young man understood that the other party had come to kill him, but still didn't want to fight; mainly because he felt it was very difficult to act against a little girl.
Since he couldn't bring himself to act, he would just coax the other party to go home.
Prompted by him, Silver Knife, feeling a bit dizzy, turned her body and walked a few steps towards the door. Just as she was about to open it, she suddenly realized in her mind:
Wait, why do I have to leave?
Because I lost the game?
But I didn't come here to play a game in the first place...
Realizing this, Silver Knife felt deceived, turned back towards the young man with a sulking expression, and aimed another fist at him.
Thump thump thump thump thump.
Just by listening to this sound, it was easy to tell that the small fist that couldn't even reach the chest area wouldn't be able to effectively attack the young man, instead giving him a feeling of being touched.
He looked at the little girl in front of him, feeling increasingly fond, about to reach out to pat her head when she made a move to reach towards her waist.
Clang!
Feeling tricked, Silver Knife became very unhappy and no longer probed the young man's strength, but directly wielded two daggers towards him.
Seeing that he couldn't negotiate further, the young man reluctantly resorted to some necessary means, deciding to render her resistance ineffective as quickly as possible without harming the little girl.
The young man's right hand, idle, lifted upward, swiftly shot the pair of weapons in Silver Knife's direction;
With a sonic boom, the fist, in a thunder-like approach, made contact with the two daggers, causing the person involved to feel a sensation as if striking the air.
Afterimage!
An answer flashed through the young man's mind.
He deduced that the opponent, who could achieve extreme speed without external force, belonged to the top tier of assassins.
To deal with such an opponent, relying solely on his body and limbs was not enough.
The lower part of the young man's foot swiftly tapped, retreating to the side of the bed during the backward motion, drawing out a long sword from under the bedding and unsheathing it.
At this moment, the previously disappeared Silver Knife also reappeared in a corner of the room.
