20demayo Chapter 98 - Made Me Think I Was Tier 6? (3/3)
Chapter 98 - Made Me Think I Was Tier 6? (3/3)
Elsewhere, Orson had also left the Imperial Academy that morning and secretly made his way to the forest where Litte and Mudrick were supposed to meet, hiding himself.
Then, he noticed something amiss.
In an area he clearly hadn’t been to, he saw fallen leaves pressed into the mud and several broken twigs on the ground.
Orson’s senses immediately went on high alert.
Following the trail of leaves and twigs, he concealed his presence and moved stealthily forward.
The further he went, the stronger his sense of unease grew.
“Was trying to catch a small fish, but didn’t expect the big one to bite.” At that moment, a sinister voice came from a nearby tree.
“Young Master Orson, appearing here at this time doesn’t seem very safe, does it?”
Orson looked up and saw a figure standing on a branch, watching him.
The person was clad entirely in black, with a black mask covering their face.
Looking at the person’s attire, Orson, for some reason, burst out laughing.
The figure was taken aback by Orson’s reaction, then glared at him, asking fiercely, “What are you laughing at?”
“I’m laughing at how idiotic you look. It’s broad daylight, and you’re wearing ninja gear. Are you afraid people won’t recognize you as an assassin?”
“...” The black-clad figure looked at Orson. For some reason, he felt Orson had a point.
But being mocked by Orson still angered him greatly. He drew his dagger and pointed it at Orson.
“Since you figured it out, you should know what I’m here for!”
Saying this, he leaped down, landing in front of Orson.
“Tier 7, right?” Orson said, looking at the figure.
“Looks like you’re somewhat perceptive.”
“You’re the one sent to assassinate me?” Orson asked gravely.
“You could say that.” The assassin nodded. “Someone hired me to take both your life and Litte’s.”
The reason he appeared so boldly before Orson was, of course, because he was extremely confident in dealing with him.
You see, the news that Orson had reached Tier 7 was only known to Litte, Marvin (the president of the Antica Adventurers’ Guild), and Therese. Orson hadn’t told anyone else.
And those three hadn’t spread the word either. Therefore, others still believed Orson was at the same Tier 6 level as he was a year ago.
After all, progressing from Tier 6 to Tier 7 was a significant leap. Back then, Prince Arthas, hailed as the Empire’s top genius, even with the aid of countless precious resources, still took two to three years at the Imperial Academy to reach Tier 7.
Orson lacked Arthas’s resources. Although his talent was arguably superior, his rate of strength increase shouldn’t have been faster than Prince Arthas’s.
Therefore, when arranging this assassination mission, the client deliberately chose a Tier 7 assassin.
As for Tier 8 assassins, while they existed in the Empire, such master-level assassins rarely took missions anymore, and their fees were astronomical.
The client believed using a Tier 8 assassin would be overkill, and besides, they couldn’t afford one anyway, so they settled for the next best option.
In short, completing the mission was all that mattered.
“Well then, before I die, can you tell me who wants me dead?” Orson asked sincerely.
“Heh, trying to get information?” The assassin chuckled. “Don’t take me for a fool.”
Subsequently, his figure vanished on the spot.
Mist Concealment Technique?
The so-called Mist Concealment Technique was the bread and butter skill for assassins.
By creating a hallucinogenic gas, it made the enemy unable to see the assassin’s figure.
Against opponents much weaker than oneself, this technique was devastatingly effective, allowing the assassin to kill unseen—truly terrifying.
However, against opponents of comparable strength, the assassin had to limit their movements to maintain concealment.
If the assassin prepared to attack or got too close, they would definitely be detected.
Of course, this didn’t mean the technique was useless. As an assassin’s core skill, it could still be used against same-tier enemies by reducing activity and launching a surprise attack from an unexpected location when the enemy was unfamiliar with them.
The key was surprise.
Orson frowned, then used his magic to probe outwards from his position,
Countless vines erupted from the ground, converging rapidly towards one spot.
A few seconds later, the Mist Concealment dissipated, revealing the assassin ensnared by the vines.
Now, his limbs were bound, leaving only his head exposed.
Orson walked up to the assassin with a smile.
“Now, can you tell me who sent you?”