Caster was flirting with a blonde girl. He was touching the short beard on his chin habitually, but his gaze was secretively sizing up Connie, who was crouching and drawing circles in a corner.

  Even though her head was completely covered by the helmet, that petite figure began to slowly merge with that of the princess in his memory.

  After this period of investigation, he was basically certain that this Mamy Restaurant’s employee who had never shown her face was the Falk Tribe’s Princess Connie.

  As he was an excellent information broker, his intelligence network was spread all over the Norland Continent, and he had friends everywhere too.

  His philosophy was: as long as he was paid, there wasn’t any information that he couldn’t get or people he couldn’t find.

  Before the rebellion happened in the Falk Tribe, he had supplied a series of information to Gary, including all the life habits of the all former chief’s family members, to ensure that Gary’s people could capture or kill everyone.

  Gary’s rebellion was very successful. The chief and his wife were killed on the spot. Their children and supporters were also either captured or killed.

  If that little girl hadn’t escaped, that operation would’ve been another one of his masterpieces on his resume that was worth boasting about.

  It was a pity that the chief had created an escape path for her forcefully before he died, and allowed her to escape from the Twilight Forest to Chaos City. She had even managed to shake off all the orcs who pursued her.

  In order to remove this tiny stain, he came to Chaos City personally. After lying low for half a month, he finally locked on his target.

  He hadn’t had a chance to strike before. He didn’t expect to bump into her at this banquet. This was a good opportunity.

  It would be the day of Gary’s formal ascension a few days later. If he could deliver Connie to him, it would definitely bring him a fortune.

  “Come with me, Connie.” Mag went to Connie, and patted her shoulder gently.

  “Huh?” As she couldn’t eat with her helmet on, and making small talk with people felt weird, she could only crouch and draw circles in a corner. She quickly caught up after she saw Mag walk out.

  Caster saw Connie walking to the side door, so he smiled at the blonde lady that he was talking to, indicating that he needed to excuse himself. He then moved toward the side door stealthily. If he could catch her alone, today’s banquet would be considered over for him.

  Camilla looked at Caster, who followed after Mag and Connie. Her gaze turned cold as she put down her wine glass and walked toward the side door calmly as well.

  “Where are we going, Boss? Shouldn’t we stay in the banquet hall?” Connie asked Mag softly, walking behind him.

  “We need to find a little black hut now,” Mag calmly replied.

  “Little black hut!?” Connie tensed up, and her steps began to falter as she looked at Mag’s back with tension and wariness. “Please don’t do that, Boss. I’m not that kind of person.”


  “Hmm?” Mag halted his steps and turned to look at Connie. He suddenly realized this maiden most likely got the wrong idea. He held onto her helmet, and made her continue walking forward as he said, “Someone is following us. We’re going to find a little black hut to catch him so we can find out what he is up to.”


  “Really?” Connie wanted to turn her head when she heard that.

  “Don’t turn around so he won’t get suspicious.” Mag lifted a finger from his hand on Connie’s shoulder, and placed it against her helmet to stop her from turning her head.

  “Oh.” Connie acknowledged and stopped moving around. She let Mag bring her forward.

  Caster hid in the dark and watched the two of them disappear at the staircase at the end of the corridor with bewilderment. After waiting for a while, he quickly followed after them.

  The second floor was the Chamber of Commerce’s office area. Everyone was at the banquet hall, so the office area was pitch dark without a single person. It was perfect for him to strike now.

  Caster came to the staircase and listened for movements. After making sure that no one was on the stairs, he snuck up gently as he withdrew the dagger at his waist with his right hand with a wary expression.

  He had the power of a 6th-tier knight, which was more than enough to handle that Princess Connie. That princess had never cultivated herself before, so she was just a hapless chick in front of him.

  Caster came to the second floor’s stairs landing, and placed his ear against the wall to listen intently. Vague footsteps could be heard coming from the far right of the corridor. He slowly poked his head out to look at the end of the corridor.

  The long corridor appeared in his vision, and a giant black shadow soon followed. In the one second before he fainted, he could deduce that it was a giant club.

  Bam!

  A dull thud. Camilla looked at Caster, who was unconscious on the floor, and tossed the big black club onto the floor casually before clapping her hands. “Done.”


  Mag walked over from the other side of the corridor with Connie. He raised his eyebrow after seeing that big black club. He, too, had been a victim of this black club once.

  Come to speak of it, Camilla indeed excelled at ambushing.

  “Is he dead?” Mag gave Caster a kick.

  “No. A professional like me wouldn’t have killed him so easily.” Camilla shook her head matter-of-factly.

  “That’s good.” Mag reached out to drag Caster by his collar to the end of the corridor. He pushed open the door to a storeroom, and then locked it after the three of them had stepped in.

  This was obviously a small place for putting random stuff, with solid walls on all sides. Hence, it suited Mag’s requirement for the little black hut.

  Camilla lifted her hand to set a soundproof barrier, and stuck two luminous pearls onto the wall at the same time. The little black room lit up instantly.

  Connie removed her helmet, and went to have a closer look at Caster. She frowned slightly. “Why do I find him familiar?

  “.……I remember. In a previous banquet, he was right by Gary’s side. So, he had taken part in the rebellion too!”


  “In Gary’s rebellion, he was the one who supplied him with information,” Mag softly said.

  “Bastard! I’m going to kill him!” Razor-sharp claws sprung out from Connie’s knuckles, about to stab Caster’s heart.

  “We need to get some information from him. You can kill him after we’re done.” Mag grabbed Connie’s wrist before asking Camilla, “How can we wake him?”


  “That’s easy. It just has to be painful enough.” Caster stepped on Caster’s crotch with her hard stiletto heel.