Fourth Order Expert: Death Bringer

The old witch took a candle and drew the Witch's Eye and an inverted hexagram on the assassin's chest. She then chanted a few spells at the corpse. As the surrounding air grew cold, the corpse of this Little Brotherhood of Faith assassin immediately lifted its head, its remaining left eye vacant.

The demon hunter Black Wolf felt his scalp tingle. He realized he had made a grave mistake earlier.

"Who's calling my name? How... how am I alive again?" The assassin was going mad. He remembered dying in agony, but now he was alive again.

He struggled frantically, but was completely bound by ropes.

The old witch said to Yveta, "Your Majesty, he is a spirit I summoned, so he cannot resist my commands. He will answer any question truthfully."

"But only for as long as this candle burns."

"Because I forcibly bound him here, the spirit will leave this body when the time is up."

We need to hurry then.

Yveta looked at the panicked undead assassin. "I ask you, you said that if you couldn't bring my head back, Jielong would hunt me down after eight months. Is that true?"

"I... I don't know." The undead assassin was terrified. He clearly didn't want to speak, but his mouth moved uncontrollably. "Before I set out, His Highness Jielong did say that. But I don't know if he will carry out this plan."

"Damn witches and wizards, you'll all go to hell!!"

The assassin shut his mouth and watched Yveta warily, afraid Yveta would ask more inconvenient questions.

This time, he was truly scared.

Yveta thought for a moment. "Besides Jielong, who else will hunt me?"

Black Wolf and Leili reacted. The assassin had only mentioned Jielong hunting Yveta, but there might be others.

They both admired Yveta's thoroughness.

A struggle flickered in the undead assassin's eyes. "Yes, there will be others who hunt you, devil. Assassins stronger than me, official assassins, great assassins from the Little Brotherhood of Faith!"

"It's..."

He wanted to stop himself from speaking, but he couldn't resist the magic. "It's a powerful assassin from the Arthas Kingdom branch of the Little Brotherhood of Faith—Bassan, the straightforward one."

"If I fail, to avoid damaging the reputation of the Little Brotherhood of Faith's Arthas Kingdom branch, he will personally come and take your life."

"The organization has its own way of judging the life and death of its members. If I die, it's time for him to act."

The old witch and Black Wolf exchanged glances.

Black Wolf felt they were in big trouble. "I've heard of this person. It's said he always kills openly and draws everyone's attention."

"Although he's only a formal assassin of the Second Sequence, many Third Sequence professionals have accidentally suffered losses at his hands."

"He's a very difficult person to deal with."

"We can't always be on guard against everything around us."

Yveta continued to ask the undead assassin, "How many people are in the Little Brotherhood of Faith?"

"Why are you targeting me?"

The undead assassin was forced to answer, "Many kingdoms have our people. I don't know the specifics. But the Brotherhood has its principles: nothing is true, money above all else."

"We are always neutral."

"It's just that the King of Arthas paid us. But if we fail, it would shame our branch, which is why Bassan would act against you."

"If Bassan can't handle you, the Brotherhood will abandon the target and inform the client of the mission failure."

Yveta continued to ask, "What is the structure of the Little Brotherhood's organization?"

"Squad..." The undead assassin wanted to bite off his tongue, but couldn't even manage that. "Each formal assassin leads a squad. Bassan is my squad leader. Each squad has about seven to eight people. Above the squad leader are the grand squad leaders. I don't know what's above them; that involves headquarters."

"People like us are just outsiders of the Little Brotherhood."

Yveta glanced at the half-burned candle and asked, "Why do your Little Brotherhood assassins face death without hesitation?"

"Because death returns us to the embrace of the Lord," the undead assassin said with fervent eyes.

Yveta's thoughts stirred. "Do you believe in the Church's God of All Things?"

"No," the undead assassin's eyes burned with fanaticism. "The power of assassins comes from Truth. By repeating this Truth again and again, our strength increases. We only say 'Lord' to conceal our beliefs and prevent the Church from discovering that the Little Brotherhood are all heretics."

"Our faith is..."

Suddenly, the candle held by the witch burned out at an astonishing speed.

Black Wolf urgently warned everyone, "Look at our shadows!"

Yveta looked down and saw their shadows on the ground rapidly converging in front of the assassin.

Black Wolf's shadow, Leili's shadow, and the shadow of Leili's female employee, the rabbit-eared girl, from the first floor, were all converging on the wooden board in front of the assassin.

Yveta's shadow also seemed to detach and drift over.

But for some reason, his shadow seemed to stick firmly and eventually returned to normal.

When the old witch discovered her shadow detaching from her, she immediately bent down, grabbed her shadow, and stepped on it with her foot, preventing it from leaving her.

The shadows of the three of them converged, merged, and then the shadow actually stood up from the wooden board.

The shadow transformed into a skull wearing a large black robe, holding a giant black scythe.

This floating skull looked back at Yveta with some surprise, as he hadn't expected Yveta's shadow to be unaffected.

As for the Great Witch?

The Great Witch's shadow wasn't that easy to move.

Yveta asked, "Asking about their faith, it seems to be a sensitive issue. But what is this thing?"

Black Wolf and Leili tightened their grip on their swords.

The Great Witch quickly stopped them. "No need to worry, this is a secrecy method of the Brotherhood. When a Brotherhood member reveals the organization's secrets, the Death Bringer will appear."

"The Death Bringer is a Fourth Level expert. Of course, this is just a death curse with a trigger condition that he imposes on Brotherhood members."

"This is not his true form."

"We are not cursed individuals, so he cannot harm us. An ordinary person who is not cursed could defeat him."

The Death Bringer turned, raised his scythe, and brought it down, taking the Undead Assassin's head.

Then, he vanished before them.

The Old Witch had a strange expression. "It wasn't just his head that was severed, but his soul too. The Little Brotherhood of Faith... they want to ensure that traitors' souls dissipate, leaving them no chance to reach the afterlife."

"How vicious."

"It has nothing to do with us anyway." Yveta breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, became even more curious about this world full of unpredictable methods.

"What if we hired an assassin from the Little Brotherhood of Faith to kill the Great Boar Knight?"

The Old Witch became excited. "What a great idea."

Seeing their nemesis die would truly be a wonderful thing.

Black Wolf reminded Yveta, "It is indeed a great idea, but the problem is, we can't afford it!"

Yveta nodded. "That's true."

"Let's focus on making money first."

"Hearthstone Witch, go upstairs and get the Dragon Flame and materials. Leili, you sort out your assets."

"We are preparing to leave here."

The Old Witch immediately rushed upstairs, having been eager to do so for a long time.