"I'm Lady Cyrabelle's adjutant. I was ordered to meet you."
Green raised his Magic Shield and used the Eye of Spirit Sight to watch Black Snake, who was perched in a tree in spirit form. A warning flashed in his eyes.
Green neither liked nor hated these killers from the Shadow Division. In the end, they were pitiful tools of murder, willing to sacrifice anything to complete a mission, including their own lives.
Black Snake apparently had not expected Green to find him so easily, much less see through his spirit form. He gave a surprised grunt and lowered his Sniper Crossbow.
Someone who could become Cyrabelle's adjutant was either a noble or one of her trusted confidants. Black Snake could not afford to offend him—unless he could kill him without a sound.
The Shadow Division had plenty of lunatics and psychopaths, but that did not mean they were fools. Green was clearly powerful and well connected. Even if they did not befriend him, they had no reason to make an enemy of him.
At the same time, caws sounded from inside the hollow tree. Several black ravens, visibly larger than ordinary crows, flew out and landed on nearby branches. They blinked their scarlet eyes and looked down at Green.
Green knew from the files that this was the leader of the Assassination Squad, a top Assassin code-named Raven. No one had seen his real face. They only knew he could turn into a crow, and no one knew which of these birds was truly him.
Almost simultaneously, a dark shape stirred behind Green. A figure slipped out of it without a sound and crept toward his back.
The next instant, a spike shot up from beneath the dark shape, pierced straight through it, and scattered it.
A muffled grunt