They all call me Great Master

"Yes."

Hayes gave an affirmative response.

With the daylight 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College,' the entire Kilg Harbor was plunged into 'lockdown,' especially at this moment with Baro's condition, adding more uncertainties to the 'lockdown,' turning Baro's original channels exceedingly dangerous.

People became unreliable in pursuit of self-preservation or greater profits.

Most of the channels Durt controlled were like this.

And the channel he opened up on his own?

One was incomplete and unusable.

The other was complete, but those responsible for the channel were killed.

Not just one person.

Everyone was killed.

Died within their stronghold.

Evert time Durt recalled the previous scene, he became increasingly tense.

As Baro's spy, Durt knew more about the chaotic situation in Kilg Harbor now, but he didn't realize it had reached this extent.

It's known that this channel he opened was considered intermediate within Kilg Harbor's underground forces.

Under normal circumstances, no one would provoke them.

But now, they were completely wiped out.

Clearly, Kilg Harbor had completely lost control.

More terrifying people had arrived here.

This made Durt even more eager to leave this place.

Almost immediately, this spy lowered his transaction demands - initially, he planned to let his family leave, then use the information he knew to exchange for more wealth and secret medicine.

Wealth was prepared for his family; everywhere money is needed to make things happen.

As for the secret medicine?

It was prepared for his child.

He hoped his child would be stronger than him.

Definitely don't become a spy.

Really, die without knowing how!

The emotion in his heart didn't slow down Durt's speaking pace -

"Five people!

Two elders, two children, and one adult.

If possible, let them leave Kilg Harbor now.

If it can be done, I'll tell you some invaluable information."

Durt said this.

Hayes squinted his eyes.

This combination of five immediately made him think of 'family.'

A complete three-generation family.

'Is it this guy's family?'

Hayes speculated, growing more curious inside.

Anxious feeling inside Durt didn't make him notice Hayes' discreet scrutiny, at this moment the spy only wanted his parents, children, and wife to leave.

Him?

As one person, he had confidence he could leave.

Although lacking talent.

But, it surpassed ordinary people.

"Okay.

Where to?"

Hayes didn't haggle.

The young noble knew that when a man worries about his family's safety, the stakes he presents are definitely substantial.

"Sidon Fortress!"

Durt reported a place that surprised Hayes.

Everyone knows from Inner Bay, most habitually head to South Los.

Not only because South Los is more climate-friendly, with abundant produce, but also because South Los is conveniently connected with the restricted 'Inner Sea.'

There it's just a coastal area, enough to give pursuers a headache.

'South Los's danger far exceeds imagination!'

Hayes instantly made a judgment inside.

With that Countess's declaration of war against the Old Lion, everyone knew the Old Lion had secretly entered South Los at some point.

However, everyone didn't consider it dangerous.

The Countess's declaration of war gave most people a considerable illusion.

Everyone thought the Countess held the winning hand and everything was just formulaic performance.

Afterward?

Naturally, everything would be as usual.

But Durt's performance made Hayes extra vigilant.

Hayes's face still held a smile.

"No problem."

Faced with such a promise, Durt added.

"Sign the contract!"

"Of course!"

Hayes immediately took out a contract and began writing, while Durt watched attentively - and in the shadows above them, a crow tilted its head watching.

"Is it okay?"

According to Durt's suggestion, after modifying twice, Hayes handed the final contract to him.

After checking again, Durt signed his name.

When Hayes also signed his name, the entire contract glowed with a faint light.

Contract established.

Hayes, Durt, both breathed a sigh of relief.

They exchanged a glance.

Hayes extended his right hand.

Durt immediately grasped this right hand.

The two shook hands firmly, then drew closer.

Durt whispered in Hayes' ear—

"Baro has colluded with the Duke of Northern County to assassinate the Old Lion!"

Boom!

This sentence struck Hayes' ear like a muffled thunder.

Even with Hayes' Chen Mansion, his face changed dramatically at this moment.

With the contract in place, he did not doubt the authenticity of this news.

He began to ponder the key points of this matter.

It's not just about interests, but the survival and death.

After all, that Grand Duke from Northern County is not known for 'kindness'.

His biggest reputation is 'belligerence'.

"Alright, I got it.

Bring your family here.

I'll arrange for them to go to Sidon Fortress."

Hayes thought to himself, but didn't hold his tongue.

"See you later."

Durt turned and left.

Likewise, Hayes did not stay long.

He needed to contact his two friends.

Things were too unexpected.

Perhaps one wrong move, and it's not just Inner Bay's riot, but a war sweeping across all of South County.

Hayes does not resist war.

But the premise is that the war develops in their favor.

And currently?

It is not.

Of course, this young noble hopes more to contact Arthur, the man he has decided to follow, but to get closer to Baro, he voluntarily abandoned the means to contact Arthur, otherwise, if Baro discovered it, it would be equivalent to seeking death.

But who could have thought that before he truly got close, Durt already approached him.

And lastly gave him such a huge surprise.

'Destiny! Destiny!

You truly love to toy with people!'

With emotions full of sighs, Hayes walked faster and faster.

And after the two left, the crow silently flew into the night sky, perfectly merging black with black, indistinguishable from each other.

Just like Acker and Eivor at this moment.

These two top assassins moved under the cover of night like they were shuttling through the Inner Bay's Seven Major Families' territories.

Having experienced the daytime's riot, the Seven Major Families had already opened their protections, with more guards starting patrols.

This kind of force is enough to deter most ill-intentioned people.

But definitely doesn't include Acker and Eivor.

With Arthur's orders, the two top assassins began harvesting the lives of the patriarchs of the Seven Major Families—for assassins moving in shadows, this isn't difficult.

Or rather, this is their expertise.

Assassins in shadows can triumph over the strong with the weak.

Moreover, they themselves are the strong side.

Without being discovered by anyone, Acker and Eivor excellently completed Arthur's tasked mission.

The two hid in the backyard of a house in Kilg Harbor, conversing in secret language—

Eivor: The Seven Major Families are weaker than imagined.

Acker: Hmm.

Eivor: They've been bled dry by the Golden Lion Family so much that they've not only lost their foundation but also lack talent, so, it's natural to be weak.

Acker: Hmm.

Eivor: The Golden Lion Family is the true giant.

Acker: Hmm.

Eivor:...

Eivor: Besides 'Hmm', can't you give some other reaction? You're not in my bed!

Acker: Hmm.

...

With Acker's repeated replies, Eivor wisely ended the conversation.

He knows, assassins should maintain silence.

But he couldn't help it.

Ever since becoming a traveling stall owner, Eivor always liked chatting about more things with people, such silence now is already him restraining.

After all, the mission is over.

They excellently completed the task.

What's wrong with a little chat?

If it weren't for restraint, he'd definitely go fix himself a supper with a more stimulating taste to reflect his current mood.

Of course, if his wife made it, that would be most perfect.

Thinking of his wife, Eivor couldn't help but daze off.

Acker glanced at the friend opposite, eyes flashed with helplessness.

'Indeed, like me.

Neither of us is a qualified assassin.

Wondering what Alvin and Alma are up to.'

Acker thought, but his eyes immediately sharpened.

Eivor also instantly tensed up.

The next moment, a black crow appeared on the rooftop.

It brought a unique ill omen—

"Do you take your dog for a walk?"