Reincarnation Of Audemars - Chapter 143

We had cleared all the checkpoints through warping through map locations and find that they ex-robbers were all too happy to have a new leader that does not even take a single credit from their takings.

As long as they complied to the instructions and defend themselves against the angry mob that consists of the thieves and burglars in the towns, it would be smooth operations for them.

The angry mobs of thieves and burglars weren’t happy not because of the highway robbers turning their rails against Rusty Blade but its the fact that they had more privileges and earns a 100% takings each day and shared by 5 people. Unlike before, they earn 20% and it was not enough to see through their next meal.

The robbers and burglars on each town have a safe house where they would go in nightly to have their thin gruel with almost nothing in it except for a few grains. It was a secret safehouse where their loot was being submitted and if they were to squirrel away some credits for their own, they would be bludgeoned without any mercy.

Red, blue and black seems to be the latest colour on these poor faces as they continue to extort money from merchants, pick the pockets of the unsuspecting and perform burglaries on houses that were vacant of occupants.

Their deeds were on a high rampage that the town’s patrol guards themselves were not spared from being pickpocketed or robbed even in broad daylight…!!!

Unknown to them, word has been sent to Aermagh and soon it would be a joint operation from 3 other cities and would move in to eradicate these vile creatures once and for all.

“That’s the last of the Western checkpoints. We better head back and continue on the next following day.” I suggested as I slapped the reins of the horses that pulled the caravan back to Ingmery.

As we passed the last checkpoint and was heading towards Ingmery, I felt my hair standing in the back of my neck as if it was sending me a message or some spirits had passed by me causing my hairs in the back on my neck to stand.

I pulled the reins to stop the caravan and quickly threw myself over the sides and pulled Patricia down with me. 2 throwing knives were embedded in the wooden seat that was lined with a cushy pillow where I once sat.

“SHIT. AMBUSH. TAKE COVER…” I quickly gave the commands to Patricia as pulled her out to safety and went to the back of the caravan. “FRONTAL ATTACK. WAIT HERE.” I hollered like as if Patricia was standing some hundred meters away but in fact, she was just beside me and had turned slightly deaf due to my screams.

“Damn… It is a good thing I had allocated points into my attributes. I wonder if it is enough. Furthermore, these attacks were just too close. It’s broad daylight and I can’t see any foes in front of me.” I scanned the surroundings and what stands before me were just sparse vegetation and clumps of trees that provide a perfect hiding and sniping place.

“A R C H I N G. S H O T”

“C R I P P L I N G. S H O T”

“S C R E A M I N G. S H O T”

I shouted these chants and fired a bolt from my crossbow and I saw my bolt arched and went to its target. I fired a single shit because I knew Assassins worked alone and this Assassin is one of them. I saw my bolt arched in the air and zoomed into the direction of some clump of shady trees that could easily hide shady characters.

*Pchew… * *Whiiiiiiieeee… * “AAARRRGGGHHH… MY LEG. CHEATER…!!!” screamed the Assassin as he was surprised that the arrow came from behind and struck him in the calf and was embedded there. If the bolt passes through his calf, he could break the bolt head and pull out the shaft but it was entirely embedded inside the calf with no exit wound.

“HHUUAARRGGHH…FUCKING CHEATER… HOW COULD YOU BE A RANGER AND YET USING SPELLS?!?!” bellowed the Assassin as he basically clawed his way in the ground and was dragging his left leg that had the broadhead arrow protruding from it.

Patricia and I walked slowly forward and readied our Dragon Fang daggers just in case we need to use them. We rested our backs against a tree and watched the clawing Assassin that tries to escape from us but was unable to do so since he was moving at a turtle’s pace.

There was no blood since I had switched the option off from my interface and watching the arrow wobble with every distance he covered, made it looked rather comical.

“Hoy… Are you going to claw back on that manner until you get to your boss or what?” I was squatting near his dead leg and was plucking at the arrow that was embedded inside his calf.

“HHOOII… ENOUGH ALREADY… THE PAIN IS KILLING ME.” he hollered again as he kept clawing ahead to where he had come from. “GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK… YOU REALLY ENJOYED THE SCENE BEFORE YOU RIGHT?” he cried out again pitifully knowing that he would rather die than be faced in this kind of humiliating state.

“Who sent you? How much are you paid? Did you get enough to eat? How long have you been an Assassin? Do you have health and medical coverage?” I inquired as I squatted on top of him and he was unable to move anywhere. He tried to use his Karambit on me but Patricia quickly stabbed his both hand and dislodged the Karambit.

“GET OFF ME YOU UGLY TOAD.”

“WHO SENT ME IS NOT YOUR CONCERN.” “HOW MUCH I’M PAID I’M IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS.”

“I GOT ENOUGH TO EAT, THANK YOU FOR ASKING.”

“I’M AN ASSASSIN FOR AS LONG AS YOUR EYELASHES ARE…”

“AND I DON’T HAVE HEALTH OR MEDICAL BENEFITS, ALRIGHT?!?!”

I took out a polished compact that was used to store the basic foundation makeup and observed my own eyelashes. They’re quite long actually. I wonder if it would be turned white in many years to come.

“You really a fiesty little one, don’t you? Maybe I’d like to send a message to your boss, Fat Fucking Bastard. Since you don’t want to talk, then let your body do the talking to him then. Tell him Booty Whirl is here to stay and we will take over this Underworld business and make him a bloody pauper.”

“If you guys are really hungry for blood, find me in Central Ingmery… I’d be waiting for you there, 1 versus a thousand would not make me shake in fear. I will take on every single piece of trash as a garbage compactor.”

I took his Karambit and tore his tunic from the collar down and I used lipstick and drew our company logo on his bare back and wrote the words, “YOU’RE BEING OWNED, BITCH”

“HHUUAARRGGHH… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… NOOOOOOOOOO….” he cried out once more as he struggled and Patricia had to pound her Mark of Magi several times in the back of his head to keep him still.

After we had left our mark, we left the unconscious Assassin and headed back to the caravan, dislodged the throwing knives from the wooden seat and threw the knives away on the ground. “Worthless trash, just a basic iron weapon,” I remarked as I slapped the reins of the horses and trudged forward.

I threw a last glance in the direction of the unconscious Assassin and saw that his eyes had 2 little ‘x’ and his tongue was slightly wagging out at the sides of the mouth.

“Hah Hah… I didn’t know you were vicious, honey.” I remarked at Patricia and she simply replied, “What you can do, I could do better…” *Pling* That phrase seemed rather familiar and I peered deep into Patricia and hoped that she would not turn to that witch that had me trapped with a relationship, a school and sports scholarship in my past Leap back in modern Japan.

We made our way back and I parked the carriage outside the Castle main gates that had a water trough, some grains, carrots and hay for it to choose and eat.

“Do you think the plan of yours would work in the long term? What if the Fat Bastard starts murdering their ex-comrades? What if Fat Bastard and his men start to pillage house after house and became the number one villain?”

“Yes… I’m positive the plan works in the long term and has low risk. If Fat Bastards starts killing their ex-comrades then it would be a massacre. If Fat Bastard and his men start pillaging the town, then the army would be caked in to eradicate the nonsense from spreading. If they wanted to become the number one villain, then they have to step over m dead body first.”

I replied through my clenched teeth as I looked at the two coat of arms colours that adorned the sides of our main doors of the Castle and swore on both banners that the innocents shall not be harmed and Castle of Keating-Macleod and Booty Whirl would fight these marauding bastards and we will reign as number one good villain.

Is there such a thing as a good villain? Hah hah hah. Night Ryder riding the caravan and the horses that were named Kidd.