Assassination

"Young master! Be careful!"

Just as Havent was about to say a few more pleasantries, he saw Raven forcefully push him.

Losing his balance and rolling a couple of times on the ground, Havent, who was lying on the ground, was a bit dazed. When he raised his head to look, he saw a knight in black armor plunging the longsword in his hand into Raven's chest.

Raven grabbed the blade with both hands, staring fixedly at the black-armored knight. The blood gushing from his mouth made him unable to speak.

The black-armored knight kicked Raven in the stomach, sending him flying backward and crashing into a wooden crate nearby, his fate unknown.

Turning around, he looked at Havent, who was lying on the ground. He twirled his sword, flicked off the blood, and walked towards Havent.

Seeing the black-armored knight charging at him with his sword raised, a strong survival instinct drove Havent to scramble backward.

But it was clearly useless. He could only stare with wide eyes at the descending knight's sword.

At this critical moment, he felt a surge of heat rise in his chest.

'Fos, ro, da'

Havent's chest suddenly expanded, and then a powerful force erupted from his mouth.

The black-armored knight, caught off guard, was blown back five or six meters, crashing into Viscount Sicilia, who had been stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Viscount Sicilia, thrown back, snapped out of his shock. Lying on the ground, he squawked like a duck, yelling at the top of his lungs:

"This is bad! There's an assassin! Protect Young Master Havent, protect Young Master Havent! Attack! Quickly, attack! Take him down!"

At this moment, the onlookers seemed to wake up from a dream. The guards on duty quickly ran towards Havent, who was sitting on the ground, and formed a circle around him.

Viscount Sicilia even got up from the ground and bravely drew his sword, charging at the black-armored knight. His ferocious expression was as if the opponent were his father's murderer.

The black-armored knight, disoriented from the fall, quickly fell into a disadvantage under the siege of multiple people.

Havent, having recovered his breath, stood up with the help of the guards. He looked at the black-armored knight, who was covered in blood from several sword wounds, and shouted:

"Subdue him, but keep him alive!"

Viscount Sicilia, eager to show off or perhaps to clear his name, threw himself forward even more recklessly upon hearing Havent's voice.

The strength of a high-level knight was fully displayed. Under Viscount Sicilia's desperate attack, he swung his sword, and the black-armored knight's sword-wielding arm flew into the sky.

The remaining knights who were besieging pounced and pinned the black-armored knight to the ground.

Meanwhile, Count Havent and Count Mori, alerted by the commotion, also rushed over. Count Havent's face was tense, like a large torch burning as he flew over.

Count Mori, who was lagging behind, trotted all the way, panting for breath.

"How's my son? What happened?"

Count Havent landed next to Havent, anxiously looking at his son, who was covered in dirt.

Seeing that the situation was stable, Havent, in good spirits, patted Count Havent's belly, indicating that he was fine.

Viscount Sicilia, seeing Count Havent descend from the sky, quickly walked over.

"My Lord Count, it was my subordinate's carelessness. If not for Young Master Havent's quick thinking and outstanding ability, I fear a great mistake would have been made. I beg for your punishment, my Lord Count."

Viscount Sicilia stood straight, his face tense as he looked at Count Havent. At this moment, Count Mori also arrived.

Although Havent was also puzzled as to why this person would suddenly try to murder him, and what had repelled the black-armored knight, he remembered Raven, who had taken the blow for him, and decided to check on him first.

He went to the wooden crate where Raven had been kicked. Several soldiers had already moved the broken crate aside.

"Raven? Raven?"

A soldier kneeling beside him had already removed Baron Raven's upper body armor. There was a large gash on his bare right chest, but after the soldier's simple treatment, there was no more bleeding.

Raven, lying on the ground with a pale face, heard someone call him. He opened his eyes and saw Havent. He said weakly, "Young Master Havent, it's truly wonderful that you are unharmed."

Havent reached out and patted Raven's shoulder, giving him a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Raven. If it weren't for you, I would have been finished just now. I will have my teacher arrange treatment for you so you can recover quickly. We have a promise, Viscount Raven!"

On the other side, after hearing the recount from Viscount Sicilia and the guards, the two Counts understood the cause of the incident. Count Mori and Count Havent exchanged a look and beckoned to the knight holding down the black-armored knight.

"Let him go. Soldier, bring him over."

The black-armored knight, having lost an arm, was pale and his lips were tinged blue from excessive blood loss.

"What is your name? Who ordered you? Why did you attack Havent?"

The black-armored knight was brought before the two Counts by the soldiers. The intense pain from his severed limb made him tremble uncontrollably. He did not answer Count Mori's questions, only sneering repeatedly, his sneer laced with a hint of disdain.

Seeing that the black-armored knight remained silent, Viscount Sicilia, angered, kicked him hard in the stomach. He then turned and said to Count Mori with his head bowed slightly, "Lord Mori, this fellow's name is Dalot. He joined me half a year ago.

This scoundrel claimed to be from the Northern Territory and became a wandering knight due to some personal issues. I took him in because I saw his strength."

Havent, standing to the side, took the opportunity to examine the black-armored knight's face carefully. He didn't recognize him. So why would someone he had no enmity with try to kill him?

Count Mori, after hearing Viscount Sicilia's explanation, walked a few steps towards Dalot.

"You are Dalot? From the Northern Territory?"

Facing Count Mori's inquiry, Dalot remained silent.

"Hey, I have a question for you."

Havent stepped forward, speaking regardless of whether Dalot would answer.

"Do we know each other? We shouldn't. At least, I don't know you. That means I haven't harmed you, at least.

Since I haven't intentionally harmed you, and you're clearly aiming to kill me, it means you know very well what the consequences of my death would be.

Viscount Sicilia has been in Baiman City for a week. You've had many opportunities during this week, but you haven't made a move. That implies killing me during that time would have been meaningless.

The current situation is that although the Church of Death has left, they've left behind many problems in the North.

Assuming you are aware of the North's stance, my death at this particular juncture would inevitably bring about immense chaos. Viscount Sicilia would become the prime suspect, and then the North would fall into a crisis of trust."

As he spoke, Havent grew a bit excited, pushing up nonexistent glasses. 'New machine, wow, a first touch of the belly!'

"Chaos in the North would only benefit two parties, no, to be precise, it would be extremely important for only one.

However, the Church probably doesn't accept just anyone, especially a nobody like you. So, you must be a spy for some disreputable Southern lord."