Chapter 591 - Have a Drink Before We Kill

The sound of a muffled thunderclap erupted as rain began to fall from the sky.

The passersby on the streets began to walk more quickly, and most of them ducked into nearby shops to temporarily avoid the rain, thereby bringing a valuable influx of customers to the shops that were still open this late in the night.

Outside Mamy Restaurant, atop a large tree in the square, Bertley was entirely clad in black as he stood on a branch, completely stationary. He allowed the rainwater to wash over his body as he continued to stare intently at Mamy Restaurant.

The location he was situated was a blind spot, so he had no idea what was going on within the restaurant.

After a brief hesitation, he slowly slid down the tree and crouched low as he traveled through the bushes. Thankfully, the pitter-patter of the raindrops obscured the faint sounds of his movement.

As he approached Mamy Restaurant, his heart began to clench up with nerves. This was the first time that such a feeling had welled up in his heart since he received the mission to spy on Louis.

Why is Louis visiting this restaurant after everyone has left? Is he really just here to buy a box of mooncakes for his children, or is there some sort of unspeakable secret the two of them share? Could they have both somehow been related to the incident three years ago? With that in mind, Bertley’s breathing began to accelerate.

He had been tailing Louis for over nine months, and had gotten a very good grasp of his habits and daily routine in the process. As such, he knew that Louis’ actions were a little abnormal today, and he couldn’t help but become suspicious.

Bertley didn’t know much about the incident that had taken place three years ago, but he knew who Alex was and he knew what kind of reward he would receive if he were to find and kill Alex. He would be given riches and power that would otherwise be completely out of his reach. That was something that the leader of the Cheetahs had told him in person prior to his deployment.

Of course, if he were to go back and report this information, he would also be richly rewarded, but compared to the reward for killing Alex, the former completely paled in insignificance.

There were countless people in this world who wanted to make a name for themselves by killing Alex.

He was the number one knight in the Roth Empire, and had once stood at the pinnacle of the Norland Continent. Even though he had been reduced to a cripple, killing him would still be a monumental achievement that would see the killer’s name recorded in the history books.

Bertley was also one of those people. With his aptitude, it would be very difficult for him to progress to the 5th-tier in his lifetime. Even among the Cheetahs, he was only below average in terms of power level, and was destined to be a nobody for the rest of his life, taking on monotonous surveillance missions like this one day after day.

He had emerged from the slums in the western region of the Roth Empire, and had seen many horrendous things. He knew how grueling it was to live on rubbish scraps and rainwater, so he climbed up the ranks in any way possible. He joined the army, and had done things like backstabbing his comrades so he could take their accolades for himself. His dream was to be able to ascend to the upper class in the Roth Empire someday.

However, he gradually discovered that if he wanted to achieve that goal, power or status were imperative. With his aptitude and background of a slum-dweller, there was no way that he could ever reach his dream.

Meanwhile, Alex had joined the army almost at the exact same time as him, but had been rewarded by the king with the empire emblem as well as a massive manor in the center of the city’s eastern region after just three years.

God is always so unfair. These people were descendants of major families anyway, yet they still possess extraordinary talent. They’re sought after by countless beauties and revered by the masses. People like him really deserve to die… Bertley laid a hand on the dagger hanging from his waist. A bolt of lightning flashed past, lighting up his twisted sinister features.

The Black Falcons were hiding from the rain under the canopy in front of Mobai’s forge, making them appear as if they were just normal passersby trying to avoid the rain.

The thin man approached Narson, and whispered, “Team Leader, we’ve already gathered some information: the restaurant owner’s name is Mag, while that little half-elf girl is his daughter, Amy. No one knows his past history. All they know is that he opened this restaurant here over a month ago and business soon became extremely good for them. All of the customers refer to him as a culinary genius.”

“Mag?” Narson’s brows furrowed deeply. That name somehow struck him with a sense of familiarity. All of a sudden, a thought occurred to him, and his heart rate began to accelerate.

Alex’s name was vastly renowned across the entire Norland Continent, but only very few people knew that Alex was only his surname. He hailed from a major family with a glorious history, one that had defended the empire’s borders for several centuries.

About a dozen years ago, Alex made himself known to the world for completing a series of seemingly impossible military feats on the Roth Empire’s southwestern border. He then became known for slaying demons and wicked dragons. As the name “Alex” grew more popular and widely renowned, everyone assumed that to be his first name.

However, his actual name was Mag Alex.

Narson knew this as he had carefully read through all of the files on Alex prior to leaving Rodu. In fact, he had memorized most of the information in those files.

This was a habit of his, and the basic requirement for a Black Falcon.

A half-elf little girl who was of just the right age, a father and daughter duo with a mysterious past, and a man who shared the same first name as Alex. It appeared that lightning had struck thrice, making it very difficult to believe that this was all just a coincidence.

There were still many contradictions surrounding Mag that were difficult to explain, but this information was enough for Narson to gamble on it. If this restaurant owner really was Alex, then capturing him would elevate Narson to unforeseen heights.

If he wasn’t Alex, then he would merely have falsely killed a restaurant owner. They had many ways to escape from Chaos City, and definitely wouldn’t leave behind any evidence pointing to the Black Falcons.

“Kill that restaurant owner, then capture that little half-elf girl alive. After that, split up and leave Chaos City immediately,” Narson instructed.

“Team Leader, is he really Alex?” The thin man looked at Narson with a perplexed look as he asked, “How could Alex become a chef and run a restaurant in Chaos City?”

The other Black Falcons also wore similar expressions. In particular, after tasting the delicious mooncakes being handed out at the moon festival celebration, they were finding it very difficult to draw a connection between this man and Alex.

“This is an order that you must follow. Here in Chaos City, I am the supreme commander of the Black Falcons.” Narson’s expression became quite serious as he instructed, “Disperse and surround the restaurant. Once that lame visitor leaves, we’ll begin our operation.”

“Yes.” The other Black Falcons nodded in unison.

“I’m sorry; looks like I’m causing trouble for you,” Louis said apologetically.

“It’s alright; you’ve always been really oblivious to spies on your tail anyway.” Mag shook his head with a smile. He placed a large barrel of beer onto the table and smiled as he asked, “Care for a drink?”

“Of course; it’s always nice to have a drink before we kill.” A smile also appeared on Louis’ face as he limped over to Mag.