1170 Getting In
~Peeu! Peeu!
Killian shot Marcus down coldly.
His majesty Landon had always said that their lives came first.
So why should he be hell-bent on taking in a prisoner when he knew that the circumstances were indeed too unfavourable to him?
Luckily, there were more T.O.E.P members around.
And even though Marcus looked like a high boss, he might not necessarily be the biggest boss here.
And even if he was, it's not like this was the only mission in their lives.
He believed that with the way those Morgs worked, even if it wasn't his team, another team might spot them in another mission too.
So all that mattered was that he did his very best.
Thinking like this, Killian once again shot Marcus straight in the brain... Just in case.
And following that, he searched him properly and found a few hidden notes, rolled up and tied with strings.
Good.
Killian carefully tucked the notes away and headed out to assist the rest.
Like so, the Arcadinians and Baymardians continued charging on strongly.
And unbeknownst to someone, they were now closer to their targeted location too.
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Outside, the heavy rain poured as Baron Cain stood a far distance from his golden balcony door, watching it all with a broad smile on his face.
"Close it!"
"Yes, Master." One of his guards replied before dashing forward to close the door.
The downpour was so heavy that they couldn't see anything past the balcony ledge.
The thick filmy bluer, and the darkness gave them no sense of judgement as to what was going on near the buildings just around them... Not to talk of even finding out what was going on further away.
Nonetheless, Baron Cain wasn't worried or panicked at all.
Cain carefully adjusted his robe on his chubby body and merrily made a U-turn for his bed chambers at the far end of his massive bed chambers.
One of his most trusted guards couldn't help worrying a bit: "My lord. I don't think it's a good idea to fall asleep now."
Cain, who walked on, suddenly turned and gave the guard a cold stare: "Flipnus! How many times have we been over this? Do you want me to become a sleepless corpse? For the past few weeks, that's all you've been singing in my ear every night! But what would you rather have me do?"
Baron Cain was truly tired of this!
Yes! Those 'people' did notice some spies hovering around the city several weeks back.
But since then, no danger has struck.
It's most likely that whatever spies were around should've already fled far away to the real master behind the scene.
That said, why should he be cutting his sleep for so many days?
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One should know that since that time, Baron Cain had slept way late into the night because of vigilance.
The fear was that if he slept, maybe someone would take out his guards without his knowledge and kill him in his sleep.
That way of death was truly unacceptable to any man in these times.
Who doesn't want to retaliate or at least see the face of the person that killed them? Even if it were a masked person, at least it was better than not seeing the enemy at all and just dying in one's sleep.
That was an abomination!
For sure, even though he had faith that the T.O.E.P and his men wouldn't let him die, he had still been taking preventive measures on his own so as not to rely on them much.
But things started to take a toll on his body because while he still had to sleep way late into the night, he also had to rise early as well to always meet with these T.O.E.P people.
It was a nightmare, one he felt extremely tired of it all.
For weeks and weeks, he has had the same routine.
So who the hell wouldn't get fed up?
If the T.O.E.P weren't around, he could've been able to sleep well into the night. And this wouldn't have been a problem.
But sadly, he was now a very sleep-deprived man, only having 4 and a half hours or so of sleep daily.
For some knights, especially those out in battle for days and weeks, this might be okay with them.
But the him who was used to sleeping 8~10 hours daily was dying.
And thus, his brain didn't give 2F's about some unknown spies.
At this time, he usually had to stay up for another 2 hours or so.
But Baron Cain, who had enough of this, calmly marched to his bed and pulled open hos beddings to slip in.
What a joke!
In this weather, and with the protection of the T.O.E.P, his men and his own control over the city, why had he been torturing himself so?
It took no more than 5 seconds, and Baron Cain was out.
The guards all heard the snoring noises from Cain and realized that he was now too deep in sleep.
The hidden guards could only stay in position, listening to the faint sounds of Cain's snoring that had been masked by the loudness of the rain falling outside.
Sigh... Well, today seemed like any other day.
So things should be just fine, the guards thought.
Meanwhile, descending over the walls of Baron Cain's estates, Death and the rest had successfully infiltrated the estate.
Good. Now, it was time for the Arcadinians to act!
They couldn't let the Baymardians have all the fun, now could they?
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~Drrrrrrr!!!!~~
The rain poured hard as several men ran out of the nearby side kitchen for those working around the gates.
The small group ran out of the kitchen while still reminiscing about the good food they had just eaten.
One particular group ran towards an open room within the estate walls and shrugged the water off their bodies and hairs like dogs getting out of a pool.
One of them even took out a chicken wing that he had in his inner pocket too.
Ah yes! Food was life.
"Hahahahhaha! I told you old Martha would allow us to have a meal! Hey. All you have to do is give a little something, and she'll completely bend to your will."
"F***! I'm so shocked as well. This is old Martha we're talking about. The one who guards food and only dishes out little quantities instead. So how did you do it?"
"Yeah. How did you make her favour you?"
"Hehehe... brothers, it's simple. You know, all women are dogs and liars. Old Martha is 41. But you all know that 15 years ago, her husband, Butler Nicholas, angered the Master. So the Master had the guy's little brother cut off!"
"Ooowww...So brutal, right?
'Yeah. Her husband is no longer a man. So tell me... How can a wan sit in the same marriage with another woman? Heh. If you want Martha's favour, you just have to catch her attention, if you know what I mean..."
The men all smiled and were now engrossed in their conversation, completely feeling relaxed while trying to dry themselves too.
But suddenly, things changed in a blink of an eye.
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"Hahahahah! As expected of the famous sweet-mouthed Pior. Only you can have so many women under your control!"
"Hmhm... Only...."
Eh?
Everyone looked at their brother, who suddenly froze in place with his mouth hung open in a lively manner, and was completely confused.
"Bro, what's going...."
~Bam!
Their brother suddenly fell forward, only to reveal a dagger deeply planted at the back of his head.
Instantly, everyone became alarmed. But it was all too late.
Like lightning, Death appeared behind some of them and cupped his mouth before stabbing him from the back.
The man's eyes opened in horror as he continuously struggled for his life while mumbling for help: "Mmmmmm!"
Death held him firmly with a cruel smile on his face: "Shhh... Just enjoy it and go to sleep."
Enjoy it?
Enjoy it, my ass!
The man felt utter despair while listening to Death's voice. And the pain alone caused him to growl out in agony, thinking of all the memories and life scenes that now flooded his mind.
But no matter how many regrets or hatred he had in this world, his end was near.
"Mmmmmmmm~~."
Death gripped him hard for a few seconds more until the struggling strength of his opponent dwindled, leaving only a corpse in his hands.
Bam.
Death dropped the body, and so did the rest of his men who had been suffocating the rest.
At the same time, a few more men were vigilently watching the doors for any incoming enemies too.
Now, with the bodies dropped, Death and 11 others hastily stripped the mem clean and began wearing their attire.
Death wore the last piece of garment to the attire and calmly nodded to several others around him too.
With that, the men hid the nude enemy bodies and carefully wiped the droplets of blood around before fleeing the scene.
They continued on and eventually spotted several other Arcadinian and Baymardian teams as well.
But no one said anything to anyone and just proceeded diligently.
Like so, Death and his men finally reached Cain's main building while killing a few enemies when necessary.
Good.
They had now reached their target.
