Chapter 133:The Ploys In Shadows
In the city of Wangward, a man dressed in rags leaned against a wall, his face hidden beneath a hood.
The dim light couldn’t fully conceal the serpent tattoo stretching across his face. His right hand clutched a dagger under his cloak, fingers stiff from gripping it for too long. He stayed motionless, eyes locked on the bustling pub across the street, waiting for his targets to appear.
Several figures approached from behind, their footsteps barely making a sound. "My lord, should we go in?" one of them asked in a hushed voice. The man turned and shot him a glare. "Didn’t I tell you to call me boss?" he snapped.
"S-sorry, boss! I’m still getting used to it," the man stammered. Albert Altross sneered. "Get used to it fast unless you want to end up captured with me."
He knew failure wasn’t an option. The Serpent Fang wouldn’t waste time on the weak. They had to prove themselves or be discarded like trash.
Albert had fled the Astros after murdering his mother and joining the infamous Serpent Fang. To hide, he scarred his own face and cut his hair short. Now, he was a deacon in the organization, earning his place through blood. If he wanted to rise further, he had to kill those who opposed them.
His mercenary group was small but deadly. Though new to Wangward, they had already completed five successful assassinations. Albert had even reached C-rank with the God of Serpent’s blessing. He had no morals, no fear,only hunger for power.
Albert’s eyes darkened as his targets finally stepped out of the pub. He made a quick hand gesture, signaling his men to prepare. The targets had ten warriors guarding them, including a C+ rank knight. Albert only had six men, but two of them were C-rank like him. He knew they could still win.
The old knight sensed danger. His sharp eyes scanned the area. "Enemies! Grab your weapons and protect Sir!" he shouted, drawing his sword. The guards quickly surrounded their master, forming a defensive stance.