Assassin's Chronicle - Chapter 132

Chapter 132
As night fell, Arlanga entered his room with a girl on each arm and a smile on his face . He was not young anymore, but he was still a romantic man at heart . His younger days were tough, and he wasn’t fully established until his middle age . Thankfully, he had two good daughters who married two good men . With the help of his daughters and sons-in-law, he was able to successfully expand his trading company . The need for him to go on business trips dwindled . He often found himself bored out of his mind, and when he was bored he needed to find something to do: things he did not have a chance to do when he was younger .


The two women led him to the bedroom and helped him sit down on the bed . He was groping the women and smirking . "Why don’t you dears go grab my things?" he said .
The two women widened their eyes in fear . As he aged, Arlanga found that he had a hard time convincing his body to have sex drive . Sometimes he would spend hours on top of a woman and still could not enter her; or he could, but could not keep himself hard . Arlanga enjoyed seeing women squirming and crying under him, but it brought him only psychological pleasure, not physical pleasure .
As a leader of a trading company, Arlanga still had ways to find pleasure . He found some soft whips and ropes and crystal sticks that could help him . On the other hand, this was torture for the women . They were young and needed warmth, not coldness and pain, and much less so from men that could not keep themselves hard .
However, there was too big of a difference in their socioeconomic class, and none of the women dared offend Arlanga . If they did, who knows what would happen to them later . They would disappear, or be handed off to men who had not seen a woman in years . Or thrown into a pit with werewolves or bear men, and experience warmth with Death holding their hands . So all the women chose to obey the old man and satisfy his needs .
The two women glanced at each other and walked out the room, smiling . Arlanga remained, humming and waiting .
After a few minutes, Arlanga felt someone approaching him . "Give me my things, dearest," he said, cackling, showing his missing teeth .
Hard objects showered Arlanga . He turned angrily, but froze when he saw it was not the women, but a figure in black standing over him . He wanted to call out, but suddenly felt something cold slipping against his neck . He shut his mouth .
His body was getting old . He felt the impact of the shock from the wetness between his legs . The coldness was uncomfortable, but he did not dare to say anything . He grabbed more quilts and piled them on his body to avoid embarrassment . His eyes darted around the room, trying to get himself out of this situation .
Even though he had sought nothing but pleasure in recent years and did not do anything dangerous, he had been a mercenary when he was younger, and did not lack experience . He knew that when faced with danger, screaming and crying would not do him much good . He had to act natural and at peace .
When he was still a mercenary, he and his companion encountered a Seven Tail Magic Fox . His companion, who was screaming and making a fuss, was ripped apart in seconds . Arlanga, on the other hand, had remained calm and was speaking to the fox the entire time . He did not know whether the fox understood him, but he knew that it did not harm hm . He learned that when in danger, he must remain calm in order to save himself .
Arlanga coughed quietly and pointed at his neck . "This is not the way to treat an old man, is it, young man?" he said, smiling . Except for his slightly shaking fingers, he was very calm . His smile was natural and voice was level .
The coldness around his neck disappeared . The figure hid its weapon, but did not speak . His black eyes were cold and calm .
The first step was a success . Arlanga gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder . "Tell me, young man . What are you doing here? Of course, if you don’t want to tell me, just pretend I did not ask the question . " Arlanga worded his question very carefully . He was afraid his words would anger the assailant .
"Someone paid me to kill you," the figure croaked .
"You’re an assassin?" Arlanga asked . He was suddenly hopeful . This man was an assassin, but instead of killing him, he stopped to engage him in conversation . Clearly he wanted something . "You’ve made a mistake," Arlanga said .
"Did I, now?"


"There are so many thing you could do in the world . With your skills, you could be anything you want . Why choose this path of evil?" Arlanga knew what kind of people were protecting him . This man could stand in front of him because he was very powerful . Powerful men had more choices than normal men, and being an assassin was not the best choice . Arlanga was hoping to find the man's weakness .
"I enjoy it," the figure replied .

"But this is a path of death! It will never end well for you . Trust me, young man . One day you will regret your decision . " Arlanga’s voice was hoarse and filled with wisdom, as if he was a mentor teaching his student about the way of the world . "Money cannot buy everything,, and violence is not the solution for everything . " The last part Arlanga had once heard from a minstrel . He was very impressed by his memory . These were words of pure wisdom . Surely it would make an impact .
"Money cannot buy everything, but it bought me . Violence is not the solution for everything, but it will bring you to your end . " The hoarse voice shattered Arlanga’s hope .
Arlanga’s forehead was dotted in sweat . He wished he could be a minstrel so he could convince the man with just his words . Now he realized how little knowledge he held . "Young man, you’re too stubborn . There are a lot of answers to one question . Say, how much did you employer pay you for my death?"
"A hundred gold coins . "
Arlanga cackled, "Young man! My life is not as cheap as that! Let me offer you two hundred, no, five…no, let me offer you a thousand gold coins to let me be . What do you say?" It seemed like Arlanga could never be a minstrel . A minstrel would not preach that money cannot buy everything, then turn around and try to bribe his opponent .
"Really?" The figure sounded hesitant, and he moved his eyes away from Arlanga .


"Think about it, young man . If you really kill me, you would make an enemy of Storm mercenary . My daughters and their husbands would try everything in their power to avenge me . I want you to let me be . I do not even want to know who your employer is . I know you have your rules and morals, and so do I . I will not make the situation difficult for you . " Arlanga was speaking from the bottom of his heart . He would seek out who employed this assassin, but first he needed to live . He was old, but he was not ready to die .
"You’re willing to pay a thousand gold coins?"
"Of course!" Arlanga raised his hands . "I swear on my life . "
"Deal . "
Arlanga was overjoyed . He struggled out of his bed and said, "follow me . "
He had a small vault in his bedroom filled with money . He was the head of his trading company, but his daughters and their husbands were already taking over the finances, since Arlanga did not know how to limit his spending . He had built the vault to prepare for the unexpected .
As he stood in front of the vault, he was worried . He had way more than a thousand gold coins in the vault . He was afraid that the assassin would take everything in there . However, he did not have any other choice . If he did not give the man money, he would die .
There were only about a hundred gold coins in the vault . For someone like him, he did not need to hide his gold in a vault like that . There were two boxes made with black antimagic crystals, one he had had for a long time, the other he had recently acquired . Behind the boxes were some magic scrolls, a dagger, and some small bottles holding the best alchemy potions .
As Arlanga stood there trying to figure out how to make up for the missing gold, he was pushed aside by the figure . The man took everything from the vault and placed it into his dimensional ring .
Arlanga watched as his treasures disappeared into the ring . He felt terrible losing these treasures, but he had to smile . "I’m old now, these mean nothing to me . Take it .
"I should not have given you a chance to talk . I should have just killed you," the figure said slowly .
"Why?"
"I didn't know you would have an intermediate magister here . He saw me when I was on my way in, but he didn’t do anything about it," the figure said, smiling . "I thought that was interesting . "
Arlanga cursed Ulemon quietly . How dare he abandon his post? He was really old now, old enough to remain completely ignorant of the hidden meaning in the figure’s words .
"I don’t want to serve as other’s executioner, so you better be careful," the figure said . He reached over and hit Arlanga on his neck . Arlanga fell to the ground quietly .
After a few hours, Arlanga’s angry voice could be heard from the courtyard . "I curse your entire family…" He had reverted to his mercenary days, but could not finish his sentence .