Assassin Roleplay Complete

After leaving the "House of Divination," Altair began to ponder the answer he just received: "Am I being too indecisive in my actions..."

Seeing Altair acting strangely since leaving the "House of Divination," Vera thought with her not-so-bright little head and then rested her head directly on Altair's shoulder.

Feeling Vera's movement, Altair turned to look and found Vera acting like a kitten seeking comfort.

Looking at her actions, Altair curiously asked, "Who taught you this? You're acting like a pitiful little kitten right now."

Hearing Altair's words, Vera returned to normal and directly said, "The aunties taught me before. They said if you want to have a good life in the future, you need to provide emotional value. People who buy us like cute individuals the most, so doing this allows us to better demonstrate our value."

"And back then, they taught us that if we didn't study well, we wouldn't get food, and also, also..."

Listening to Vera's complaints, Altair could only pat her head helplessly. To Altair's surprise, when he patted her head, Vera actually acted like a cat.

He turned to look at Irene, curious if she would be the same. After all, the thought of a cool, mature older sister suddenly acting like this was exciting.

Seeing Altair look at her, and then at Vera, Irene naturally sat down beside Altair.

After returning home, Altair directly stated that he had already eaten dinner and they didn't need to prepare his.

He went back to his room, changed his clothes, and went straight to the study, picking up a novel to pass the time.

When he was halfway through the book, he realized the story had clearly deviated from the original plot, turning from a detective novel into a romance novel, and he immediately lost interest.

He couldn't help but complain inwardly, "It seems that no matter the world, romance novels have a market."

Putting down the book in his hand, he turned to look out the window. The red moon, even after seeing it for more than two months, still felt unaccustomed.

Time to sleep. Nothing is more important than his warm bed right now.

Altair yawned as he walked into the washroom. After a simple wash, he lay down in his soft, comfortable bed.

The next morning, after Altair finished his breakfast, Hahn came in to report yesterday's events: "Freya Quinn, my housekeeper. Her father died, but her debts were not settled. Originally, after he died, selling the 'villa' would have settled the debts on the spot. Who knew that someone would suddenly appear now, demanding Freya Quinn repay the debt."

Altair looked at the bizarre note in front of him and asked curiously, "Hahn, I remember there's a law in the Kingdom of Ruun that states private debts, if unknown to the heirs, can be refused for inheritance, right? And this is a debt of 100 pounds, why are they now demanding 500 pounds?"

"Also, this IOU is just a piece of paper, not even a formal document, with no seal on it. How do we know it's not forged? Can such an IOU be valid?"

Hearing Altair's words, Hahn helplessly said directly, "After you went out yesterday, I specifically met with Freya and got this information. It's indeed like this."

"Freya originally wanted to get an advance on her salary, but she felt the amount was a bit large and didn't ask you."

After hearing this, Altair remembered Freya Quinn's weekly salary. It was 5 pounds per week, which translated to an advance of nearly two years' worth of salary.

Advancing so much at once would indeed be embarrassing to ask for, no matter who it was.

But since he wasn't lacking this small amount of money, he said directly, "Hahn, 500 pounds isn't a large sum. If Freya Quinn needs it, just advance it to her. But why do I feel there's something wrong with this IOU? Find a private detective later to investigate and see what's going on with this matter."

Hahn took the IOU from Altair's hand and said helplessly, "I also find this matter very strange. I investigated her family's situation before. The bank wouldn't grant them a loan, and they've borrowed from all possible private lenders. Moreover, this IOU is from a well-known gang in the East District, but the interest shouldn't be this high."

Watching Hahn leave, Altair felt speechless about the matter. An IOU with nothing on it could actually make people believe that money was owed.

Casually flipping through the documents Hahn had brought, Altair saw some news that piqued his interest.

The Royal Family of Ruun was preparing to hold the "Summer Hunt" event, scheduled for the end of this month. Of course, such news wouldn't be made public; it was a document sent by the royal family specifically to nobles.

All nobles of Baron rank and above in Bexland were required to participate. The documents were being sent now to confirm the identities of participants. Special identification would be required to enter, and without it, one would be considered an assassin.

If one wanted to bring someone along, they would have to ensure that person had a certain social standing, provide a guarantee, and undergo an audit, among other strict conditions.

In short, those who could participate were either nobles or well-known public figures.

The hunt was in July, so they weren't worried about the summer heat.

It seemed he needed to practice his horseback riding skills specifically, as he had never learned before.

June 17, 1346, Evening

Altair watched as the person's life force rapidly faded. He felt his own shackles breaking, and his body felt a comfortable lightness.

During these ten days, Altair, through the information investigated by Hahn, carried out two more assassination missions. The first was in the Dock District, and the second was this one. At least five people had died at his hands each time.

After completing this assassination, he clearly felt that the "Assassin" potion he had been consuming had been completely digested.

Altair's mood reached an unprecedented peak. After nearly two months of effort, he had finally digested the Sequence Nine potion.

He thought, "Tomorrow, I'll make the Sequence Eight potion and prepare to advance. I won't stay here in this reception area; it's meaningless."

Klein digested the Diviner pathway potion in a month, and I'm digesting four pathways in two months. Although I only need to role-play one, the overall quantity doesn't decrease. In that sense, I'm also a little genius!

Perhaps in three years, I'll already be a Demigod, and then I can have some real fun.

However, digesting "Joy" is really difficult for me. Although I won't be affected by Chik, this concept of "Joy," which is clearly related to emotions, does it mean I have to become a jester?