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Chapter 733 - 733 385 Undying Wraith (4000)_2

Chapter 733: 385 Undying Wraith (4000)_2 Chapter 733: 385 Undying Wraith (4000)_2 Florence, Zone Two, this where the Hong Li Council is located, with a large number of public government buildings. It is quite close to the Imperial Palace in Zone One.

In a dark alley, a tall figure appears like a ghost.

He takes a step forward, as if emerging from the dark shadows. His heavy boots step on the ground, silently. The handle of his scythe leans against the corner of the wall.

The sharp tip slightly droops, piercing a fallen leaf in the air.

The Ghost Man always operates steadily and responsibly. He will do his best to fulfill the promises he made to Casio. For example, attempting to assassinate King Lion Soss.

He is a Marker of the Black Rain Villa, a top Knight Rank. According to worldly divisions, The Ghost Man is unattached, like a reckless, lawless madman who is most dangerous and leans towards the Evil Camp.

Of course, Ghost Man wasn’t always thus. He once had an unforgettable experience as well. Every Marker chosen by the Black Rain Villa is unfortunate; trials and tribulations are but a regular part of their lives. These past matters need not be brought up again, for Ghost Man wishes not to reminisce.

At this stage in his life, he only yearns for two things.

One, pursuing power, the power over his own fate.

Two, to be free of the control of the Black Rain Villa. If possible, to destroy the Black Rain Villa! The stronger the power that a Marker gains from the Black Rain Villa, the more they resent the Villa. The internal struggle and rebellion have never ceased, especially for top-ranking Markers like Ghost Man.

Ghost Man cooperates with Casio in pursuit of power. The World of Calamities is immensely dangerous, but it is also a treasure trove. As long as the problem of calamity invasion and infection of the Soul Holders can be solved, Ghost Man can constantly drain the power of Secret Soul, maximizing his skills.

Only then would he have some means to rebel against the Black Rain Villa.

In this process, Casio is indispensable, being the leader of the cooperation. Additionally, he has considerable strength, earning him the right to make the rules. Ghost Man is pragmatic, willing to please Casio for power! Not to mention, it’s also a way of repaying his debt for Casio saving his life.

Therefore, Ghost Man eagerly brought in the new partner, the Iron Knight, for Casio’s plan and actively investigated the mastermind behind the assassination.

Even the idea of assassinating members of the royal family in the palace of Florence didn’t scare him.

In the shadows of the walls, Ghost Man stood still like a statue. The Eerie Night Guest of Black Rain Villa has always been an elite assassin.

On the other hand, within the palace, King Lion Soss was bidding the princess farewell.

Ahead, the Ninth Princess, Angela, dressed in a light green gorgeous court dress, was enticingly alluring. She was nineteen years old, beautiful and youthful. The lace on the bodice of her dress bulges, revealing two patches of white. Her neck, slender as a swan’s, her taut, slim legs, each bear the delicate, white flesh, reminiscent of striking icebergs under the sun’s glow on the sea surface.

Ninth Princess Angela, Soss’s pursuit object in recent times.

Or perhaps, just a close female friend of late. After all, in these past six months, Soss has gotten quite close to three princesses. Why six months, you ask? This is undoubtedly due to the vacancy for a Shadow Hunter in the Hunters Association caused by the severe injuries of the fourth Shadow Hunter Demon Reaper.

Soss possesses formidable strength and has the royal family’s support. He stands at least a 50% chance of winning the Shadow Hunter position just based on numbers. This represents a win-win situation for Soss and the royal family.

Once Soss can triumph in the competition, he is sure to wed one of the royal princesses in the near future. As to which princess, that’s his choice.

This is the change in power and status brought about by strength.

In the back garden of the palace, colorful flowers abound. The deliberately selected ornamental trees are neat and tidy, thanks to the daily grooming by gardeners. The precious flowers are nestled amongst them. The fragrance of flowers mixes with the fresh scent of grass and trees, creating a pleasant ambiance.

Soss, with his large physique, slightly bent down, held the ninth Princess’s slender and fair fingers, gave a hand-kissing gesture. Then, with a perfect smile on his face, like a handsome and valiant gentleman, he left the back garden.

As soon as he turned around, Soss’s smile faded instantly, not a single trace of affection in his eyes. He is obviously not a pure-hearted gentleman, nor is he an aristocrat’s son fearful of the royal family. He is a prospective Shadow Hunter, one of the future top forces of the Dark Hunt Organization. Soss knows this well.

His marrying a princess is but a binding of mutual interests, consolidating his position. Even if the princess were beautiful, full of grace, this relationship cannot escape the fact that it’s a political marriage. Could Soss fall in love with a princess? Of course not! Although he’s not a playboy, he often visits Pleasure Street to play games with a group of so-called friends.

Soss is very clear about the foundation of everything he sees before him. He is determined to secure this position of Shadow Hunter!

The pace quickens as he walks through the palace.

Soss looks at the armoured guards patrolling or standing guard, his eyes unwavering. At about half-past eight, he leaves the palace.

Walking on the spacious avenue from the city center to the second district.

Soss’s blond hair shines, his mighty upper body easily upholds the noble decorations, making him look heroic and upright. He looks to the side of the road, where a luxuriously decorated noble’s horse carriage is parked, with the strong horses standing restively.

A grey-clad carter stands by, waiting respectfully.

Soss immediately walked over, about to board the carriage. A strong sense of threat pricked at his back, making his skin crawl.

Whoosh!

The heavy cold weapon traced a semicircular arc in the air, its edge slicing the space. Bringing with it a whistling sound, it directly lunged towards the carriage.

“An expert!!!”

Under the threat of death, Soss exploded with power. The fancy aristocratic garments he wore shattered into scraps, revealing his huge muscular body. His source energy refined physique seemed to possess a sturdy shell on the surface of the skin, carrying the usual gleam of an armor. Soss flexed his arms, and the stance of Mad Lion Fist was immediately provoked. He roared out a punch at the looming danger by his side.

“Roar!”

It seemed like a majestic lion was roaring.

However, the next second, the majestic lion was crippled by the icy blade, losing a leg!

Soss groaned, falling back several steps. His solid left arm fell to the ground with a clatter, blood spurting from the severed end.

If he wasn’t infused with dozens of years worth of physical source energy, combined with the agility and reflexes honed by the Mad Lion Fist, he would have been dead by that scythe’s first attack.

Soss would have undoubtedly died!

“Eh?”

The abruptly appearing figure wrapped in black robes and covered with a mask, wielding the scythe of the Grim Reaper, seemed astonished that Soss managed to block the attack.

“He didn’t die? Well, let’s try another…”

He slowly raised the scythe in his hand, blocking the noon sun.

“Run! I will hold him off!”

Suddenly, the seemingly ordinary coachman charged forward, bursting forth with the aura of a Dark Gold level hunter, heading directly towards their enemy.

Soss was pale but quickly reacted. He violently burst out with physical strength, his feet crushing the stones as he sprinted towards the palace.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

The Ghost Man’s scythe swung three times. The man who looked like a coachman but was actually a royal family’s loyal warrior was suspended mid-air. Also, the sturdy metal-framed carriage behind him snapped into several pieces with a crisp sound.

“What a shame, I should have acted later…”

The Ghost Man stood there, watching Soss flee. He shook his head and chose not to pursue. The palace had significant forces inside.

The gentle breeze swept past, and the figure in the black cloak had already disappeared.

At 10 in the morning, in the Seventh District of Florence, in the sanatorium.

Casio was still in his original room, alone. The Merman “Claire,” who was supposed to protect him, was in the room next door. After all, it would be somewhat awkward for a man and a woman to share a room, and Claire was more comfortable being alone.

Anyway, if someone were to assassinate him, she would be able to perceive anything within a 20-meter radius with her keen spirit energy.

Well, that’s the theory.

But the situation in front of him is quite different from Claire’s oaths. A dark figure, not knowing when, appeared in the shadowy corner of the room, slowly stepping out, scythe in hand.

This terrifying and dangerous aura; this was indeed a top-tier assassin.

Yet the young man in bed showed no sign of panic. His previously half-closed eyes slowly opened, his pupils resembling deep, endless pools.

“Has he come?” the young man asked familiarly.

“Yes.” The shadow nodded.