Instantly, Abium let out a chuckle as he remembered the ugly face from the magic tower.
'It's that goblin, isn't it?'
With a strange smile, he stood up from the sofa, moved towards the door, and locked the door tightly from the inside.
'Yes. I thought of reminding you to remove the tracking curse spell. But I didn't expect the Fate Divinity Holder himself to remind you about that sneaky rat.' Azolla said in his mind.
'Haa, I thought this disguise would be enough to fool that guy's eyes. But it appears all these times I was under his influence. As expected, without much strength, I won't be able to escape from that mysterious guy.' Abium sighed helplessly. He had long suspected that Grold must be a mole of someone when it placed a tracking curse in his body. But he didn't expect that goblin was the mysterious Fate divinity holder's lackey.
'Azolla, help me remove that tracking curse. I don't want to be under someone's palm any longer.' Abium said solemnly. A second later, he felt a bit of his spiritual power condensed into a sharp needle and pierce the area where that curse was hidden.
The next instant, an illusionary goblin's face appeared above his head, and it let out a shrill cry.
As Abium saw that figure, he quickly gripped his hand tighter and punched it. Instantly, that illusionary goblin face turned into dark smoke and dissolved into thin air. Once he confirmed that no curse was inside his body, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Woooooooo!
A startled expression appeared on Abium's face as he heard a loud horn sound from the northern direction.
'Horn sound? It only happens when the Duke or Envoy of another kingdom enters the capital city. I should also get prepared for tomorrow's big event.' Abium muttered to himself and silently thought of the arrogant nobles who would abandon their pride and run like scared cats tomorrow.
'Let's see how many of them manage to remain alive by the end of tomorrow.' Abium snickered inwardly and opened the door to give more instructions to those slum kids. He stayed at 16 Black Street until the afternoon while teaching sword arts to those kids and changed his clothes into a ragged one before leaving Black Street.
Then, he directly moved towards the Slum Borough's entrance and entered the Slum. As Abium arrived at the Slum's main street, he suddenly stopped his footsteps and glanced around with a frown.
At that moment, he felt someone observing him from afar and got startled inside.
'Someone is tailing me? Who is it?' He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. But the next instant, he sensed that feeling of uneasiness disappears. He got puzzled at first, but soon he cast that thought away and moved towards Pine Street.
Once he entered Pine Street, he quickly moved towards Darby's house and soon arrived in front of the large wooden door. It was a one-storied house made of brick and stones and stood sturdy.
Knock. Knock.
He quickly tapped that wooden door twice and soon saw a round-faced guy with scars cautiously opening the door from the inside.
"Sir Jeeves! Ahem. Boss, come in." Darby quickly invited Abium in as he noticed it was his current Boss of Pine Street and bowed his head.
Meanwhile, Abium silently nodded and walked inside while looking at the interior. Unlike his small house at the corner of this Pine Street, this single-storied house was much more vast and appeared in good condition. After Abium made a swift glance, he silently sat on the Glastonbury chair, which was placed in the reception room, and began to ask.
"How many members are there in our gang? I want the most trusted ones."
"There are around 50 thugs still staying in our Pine Street, Boss. But in those, only a handful of them are trustworthy. Those guys are my close friends and won't betray you." Darby silently arrived in front of Abium with a humble look and said, without any flattery.
'Too few.' Abium sighed and asked further.
"Will these guys do all kinds of work?"
"Yes, Boss. As long as it isn't a suicide mission, they will do it without any hesitation." Darby responded calmly.
"Good. Bring those guys to the house in Pine Street before seven o clock evening. It would be better if they were more skilled in acting and thieving." Abium stood up from the wooden chair and said calmly.
"That's it."
Abium left Darby's house without wasting time and hurriedly returned to his own home. After that, he took out the nine necromancers' portraits and analyzed them individually. He also saw the personal information at the left corner of the picture and smiled.
'Name: Chase
Age: unknown (45 to 55)
Residence: 13A Bucher's Lane
Height: 170 to 175 cm.
Appearance: Slightly obese.'
'Not bad.'
When he cast [Seer's Intuition] spell on the first portrait while thinking of killing him, a feeling of fulfillment appeared in his mind.
'That means success.'
He continued to cast [Seer's Intution] spell a few more times and soon stopped at the fifth portrait.
But unlike before, a feeling of restlessness and anxiety appeared in his mind.
'Does that mean I will fail to kill them?'
After a few minutes, he took out two necromancers' portraits separately and frowned.
'These two guys are dangerous to kill.' Abium rubbed his chin and soon started shaking his head.
'I'm not strong enough to face nine of them. Without Miracle Star, Quick-Thinking divine spell, and seer's intuition spell, I wouldn't even be able to kill three of them.'
He quickly memorized the seven portraits in his mind and silently walked toward Butcher's lane. It was one of the eleven main streets in the slum Borough. He quickly arrived near the large house and scanned the house to confirm the target's location. After that, he silently tapped the Miracle Star and ordered.
'Steal this guy's luck-.'
But before he could finish his words, an invisible force spread out from his bracelet and covered the whole house.
...
At that moment, a brown-haired man sat on a wooden chair inside a large single-storied house and was creating a zero-tier spell scroll. But all of a sudden, he made a small mistake while inscribing and got startled. Without delay, he quickly took out that unfinished scroll and threw it inside his empty spatial ring to avoid an explosion.
"Damn it!" He cursed out loud and punched the table in frustration. Due to the sudden force, the silver knife placed on the table's edge fell and landed on the crossbow's trigger!
Unaware of the impending danger, the necromancer took out another scroll from the nearby drawer and thought of inscribing again. But just as the necromancer picked up the quill pen, he perceived a sense of danger and hurriedly shouted while tapping his golden bracelet.
"Shield!"
A second later, a green layer of forcefield appeared from his golden bracelet, covered his body, and blocked the iron dart coming toward his head at an incredible speed.
With a dumbfounded expression, he watched that dart drop after being repelled by the green shield and sucked in a cold breath.
'What the hell was that?' He stared at the knife bewildered and stood up slowly from his seat.
'Sh*t! If not for the low-tier defensive artifact, I would've lost my life just now.' Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. Without delay, he grabbed the crossbow and stored it inside his space ring.
After that, he returned to his seat and sat down.
But the next instant, he screamed as he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks and soon realized that it was the quill pen.