The one who spoke was, of course, Rhode.
After calling out from the crowd, he began walking slowly forward.
The Green-Scarf Assassin anxiously grabbed Rhode:
"What are you doing, kid? Get back here! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Although he barely knew Rhode, he certainly did not want such a good listener to die just like that.
Rhode said innocently, "Since he's calling for me, of course I have to go."
The Green-Scarf Assassin wanted to slap some sense into him. Lowering his voice, he said, "He's calling for Ronaldo, one of the Peerless Pair! Not you! Uh... right, what was your name again?"
Rhode blinked. "I am Ronaldo."
The Green-Scarf Assassin froze, then immediately said, "You just have the same name! He's calling for our Master Assassin Ronaldo, not some young rookie like you! Now get back here. We'll find a chance to slip away later..."
The assassins in the crowd were naturally discussing this among themselves, most of them baffled by Rhode's behavior.
"Has he got something wrong? We're the ones losing here."
"Exactly. Even Master Assassins aren't a match for Duke Foulcrest. Isn't a young assassin like him just walking to his death?"
"I reckon he's too young. All this killing must have scared him senseless."
"..."
Only the remaining black-clad Master Assassin watched Rhode with a thoughtful frown.
On that night in Tarren Mill, aside from Windstrike and Darkforge Stinger, Duke Jorach and his four Master Assassins had had the most contact with Rhode.
Thus, the moment Rhode spoke, the Black-Clad Assassin noticed him.
Then the Black-Clad Assassin smiled.
He knew they finally had a chance of winning this battle.
Meanwhile, the Green-Scarf Assassin was still frantically signaling to Rhode with his eyes. "Hurry! There's still time to come back! Before Duke Foulcrest really