Assassin's Chronicle - Chapter 295

Chapter 295

The palace was quiet . Anfey and the others walked to the second floor without any trouble . For the king’s exclusive hotel, the palace’s decorations were not very elegant . It looked clean and tidy . There was no dust at all . Four corridors acted like mirrors and reflected light from ever-lasting lamps throughout the second floor .


Anfey looked around and quickly added his surroundings to the map in his mind . He walked briskly to a room . He put his ear to the door, listened to what was going on, then knocked on it . Anfey’s memory was awesome . He had not paid too much attention to Christian’s map, but still remembered that a Priest of Light stayed in this room . Rodhart’s subordinates stayed in the rooms on the same side in five different rooms—one, two, three, four, and seven . Going south along the corridor, there were a few rooms where Rodhart’s personal guards stayed . The most powerful one among them was an intermediate swordsman . There were four junior swordsmen and a group of swordsmen in the guards . Anfey did not have to worry about them since Suzanna herself could definitely handle them .
"Who is it?" A voice rose from the room .
Anfey gave Suzanna a look . Suzanna immediately understood and said in a deep voice, "It’s me . "
The Priest of Light did not expect any danger in the palace, for he had never done anything shady . He walked up to the door without any suspicion . Anfey could tell from his hurried steps that he was rushed . Anfey quietly moved to the side of the door .
The door opened a crack . A handsome middle-aged man in priestly dress put his head out of the door and waved at Suzanna . He immediately appeared startled .
Anfey had quietly thrust his sword at him . The sword passed through his neck with lightning speed . Blood splashed out and splattered the clean corridor .
Anfey moved sideways to avoid the body falling on him . He immediately grabbed the collar of the priest to let his body quietly fall to the floor . It happened smoother than Anfey had expected . He thought it would take more time to kill a Priest of Light . He expected to wake others up . It seemed to be as easy as crushing an ant .
In fact, Church of Light had existed for so long that its administration and management had its own complete system . Attacking priests were mostly members of the Arbitrators’ Guild . The priests sent to other places served as priests or the pope .
They were usually highly provocative or had reasonable logical thinking . Church of Light had great respect for its members’ talents . The pope of Church of Light would not have such poor management . The priests of Light with Rodhart belonged to the class who could become pope . This one would have been really smart . His job was to convert Rodhart to the Church of Light . Unfortunately, being smart did not help . He did not even get a chance to showcase his talent .
"Suzanna, can you go and take care of that intermediate swordsman? He was just across the corridor from the magic Ever-Lasting lamp . " Anfey pointed in that direction and said quietly, "Christian, you go to the third floor and kill your double . "
Christian took a look at the body on the ground without saying anything . He quietly turned around and walked to the stairs .
Anfey did not worry about Christian’s safety . Yolanthe stayed on the third floor, where the fake Rodhart, his maids, a few nannies and his children stayed . All together, their fighting ability would be negligible .

Suzanna had walked next to the magic Ever-Lasting lamp . She turned around to look at Anfey in the distance . Anfey could kill a priest without making any noise, but she could not . Once she started it, the intense combat power surges would wake all the people in the building . Anfey bowed to make a "please" gesture, like a gentleman . He slowly moved back . There were two people staying in the rooms to both sides . The people who had single rooms in this place would not have menial positions . They were actually the teachers of Rodhart . Anfey did not care about the two worthless stupid asses who only knew how to entertain themselves . He could save them for last .
By the time Suzanna pulled her sword out, Anfey had already moved toward a person-sized statue with a bronze sword . Anfey broke the bronze sword in half with his fingers . He walked in front of a room and stuck the blades into the knockers . He pushed the blades deep into the door frame with his thumb .
Suzanna was covered under white light radiance . She knocked the door open and ran into the intermediate swordsman’s room . Either the combat power surges or the sound of breaking the door was loud enough to wake people up . Anfey had already heard people screaming and yelling in the rooms . He walked back to the statue without any hurry . He looked up and down the statue . He reached his hand out and broke the sword sheath in half .
Anfey walked in front of another room and repeated the same action . He put the sword sheath into the knocker and pushed the broken sword sheath into the door frame with his thumb . It was easy to push a blade into the door frame with his thumb, since the broken sword had blades . A sword sheath was much more blunt . However, there was not much difference for Anfey . He pushed the sword sheath forward . With an ear-piercing sound, the sword sheath stuck deep into the door frame .
At the same time, the farthest room was pulled opened . A person rushed out in his nightclothes . He held a sword which was still inside a sword sheath . Perhaps he wanted to see what was happening before he pulled his sword out . Unfortunately, his opponent was Anfey, who did not even give him a chance to pull his sword out .
Anfey ran forward about eight yards in the blink of an eye . He raised his left knee and bashed it into the man’s chest . The man flew backwards without having time to scream . Another person had just put one foot out the door and was hit by his companion . As the man was still feeling dizzy from the hit, Anfey pierced him under his ribs and into the other person’s chest .


The next moment, Anfey ran into the room as fast as a ghost . There were five people standing still like five statues . They looked at Anfey, shocked . Anfey raised his left hand and shook more than thirty wind blades into the air . The sharp whooshing sounds went after the five people . According to the information Anfey had, Rodhart’s subordinates were all incapable idlers . It seemed there was something wrong with the information . He was able to shoot four of them with wind blades, and they lay bloodied on the ground . The last person was no doubt a senior swordsman . He countered the wind blade attack with combat powers . He did not attack Anfey but tried to throw himself out of the wind as fast as possible . A senior swordsman was nothing to Anfey . That senior swordsman had good judgement . He was able to make a decision to run away after quickly recognizing the difference in fighting ability between him and Anfey .
This time Anfey gathered water elements . As the senior swordsman was about to run to the window, a strong gush of water appeared under him . The senior swordsman had nowhere to dodge in the air . He was rushed by the spring . The combat power protected his body but could not counter the power of a strong spring . The senior swordsman was pushed diagonally into the air and bashed against the window frame .
Before the senior swordsman could fall down, Anfey had rushed close to him and thrusted the sword at him at a weird angle . As the sword blade met the combat power, it gave an almost imperceptible pause and pierced through that senior swordsman’s body .
Anfey kicked on the windowsill with his foot and flipped backwards through the window as he pulled his sword from the senior swordsman . The senior swordsman fell hard to the floor with no breath left in him .
Anfey looked around . In different levels of battle, magic was indeed good . If he used his sword, it would be hard to kill four people at the same time . It made sense that archmages received more respect than master swordsmen . At one point in Pan Continent history, an archmage had slaughtered a whole city . If a master swordsman wanted to kill all the people in a city, it would be very challenging . Others probably would be able to run in different directions as he was killing some .
As Anfey stepped out the door, Anfey saw an old man looking surprised as he walked out of his room . That was Rodhart’s teacher . Anfey shoot a wind blade at him without even thinking about it .
Anfey could instantly shoot out a wind blade, or even fifty . Everyone had his own way of doing things . Anfey liked to kill his opponents with the right amount of energy, without wasting anything . He had shot out over thirty wind blades earlier because he did not have the accuracy to control multiple wind blades with his telepathy . Therefore, he did a blanket attack . This time, he only had one target, so he only shot one wind blade .
There was another mistake in the information they had been given . With a cloud of radiant red light, the wind blade disappeared in front of the old man’s chest . The old man actually had surrounded himself with a magic shield as he walked out of the room . When he saw Anfey’s attack, he counterattacked . He responded to Anfey’s attack with a fireball .
Anfey was only shocked for a second before he rushed forward with the speed of lightning . He reached his hand out at the little fireball in the air and shot it back at the old man’s face with a faster speed . The old man’s jaw dropped, and he stared with his eyes as wide as saucers when he saw the little fire ball returning to attack him . "Controlling magic…" Before he could finish chanting, the little fire ball had exploded in his face .
Anfey stepped up and thrust his sword out . The sword went through the man’s mouth and through the back of his head . Seeing the old man sloppily fall to the ground, Anfey frowned . He felt uneasy because this reminded him of something he had experienced before .
With loud crashing sounds, the people in the two rooms behind him were trying hard to pulled the doors open . However, they were locked tight with the two broken swords . They would not be able to open the doors any time soon . Anfey slowly walked up and grabbed the sword sheath . He pulled hard on it as he kicked on the door . People inside the room were still trying to pull the door open . With Anfey’s kick, the door hit them right in the face . They flew backwards, screaming .