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What angered her even more was that the black-clad man in front of her had such an indifferent gaze that he didn't even consider her a threat. Instead, he stared straight across the guards' defenses and locked his gaze on Prince Wei Rui'an at the very back of the formation.

Linas clenched her teeth, her hand gripping the sword hilt so tightly that it trembled.

This was the first time she had ever been ignored like this.

As one of the most outstanding geniuses of the younger generation in the Aslan Empire, Lenas was able to become the commander of the Empire's Second Naval Legion and enter the Grandmaster realm at the age of twenty-two. Her talent was undoubtedly top-notch, allowing her to roam the entire continent.

Although her petite stature makes her look like a little girl, no one dares to underestimate her because of it...

Except for this arrogant guy in front of me!!!

"Damn pirate, how dare you defy me! You will pay the price for your arrogance!!!"

Linas's words startled Ye Xiao. He wondered why he was being disrespected when he hadn't done anything. He had been observing the battle situation very carefully.

This surprised Ye Xiao. Did all the Aslans have some kind of psychological problem? He remembered that a certain "High Mountain Swordswoman" he had met before was the same, and she would get angry at the drop of a hat.

Despite his confusion, as he watched Linas lead a group of royal guards forward in formation, he casually pulled out the staff he had been carrying on his back.

The fact that the prince was already a puppet of the Dark Shepherd was too difficult to explain, but these Aslans were not inherently evil, so he naturally did not consider drawing his sword if he could hold back.

Of course, his act of pulling out a stick instead of the knife at his waist further enraged the fiercely independent Linas.

She joined two fingers together, casting an elven spell on herself. Zhou Shen was immediately enveloped in the protection of the wind element, instantly doubling his speed. He practically became a blur and rushed to Ye Xiao's side in the blink of an eye.

Huh? This guy is actually a grandmaster?

Ye Xiao was somewhat surprised, after all, the other party looked really young, and the bunch of military badges on his body made him think that he was the kind of showy royal nobleman.

After all, on the surface, all that's needed here is to deal with some lowly pirates, so it's not surprising that royalty and nobles would be there to patronize the place.

But this Linas was no pushover; her powerful sword strike was quite formidable.

Ye Xiao simply sidestepped, and the sword strike forcefully unleashed a spiraling current that reached the edge of the dock, even causing the distant waves to surge.

But now, the Grandmaster's threat to Ye Xiao is only this much. After dodging a sword, he turned around and thrust his staff back, and before Linas could change her stance, she was accurately stabbed in the forehead by the staff at that strange angle.

She cried out in pain, staggered back two steps, and shed a few tears as she clutched the swollen bump on her forehead with her left hand.

It wasn't that she, a dignified legion commander, was prone to crying or anything; it was just that being suddenly hit on the forehead caused physical pain that made it impossible not to shed tears.

But this made Linus feel very humiliated. She, a genius of the great Aslan family, had never suffered such humiliation before. She roared and stepped forward to thrust her sword out again.

This is where the common mistake of a young genius comes into play. Having had a smooth journey so far, he is prone to emotional outbursts when he suddenly suffers a setback at the hands of a powerful opponent.

And this is often fatal in high-level battles.

Linas's sword strike was fierce, with immense magical power gathered at the tip of her sword, enough to pierce through the thickest gray-gold shield. But for Ye Xiao, it was a wide-open attack.

With a casual flourish of his staff, he darted out and thrust forward, the extremely tricky staff technique intersecting with the sword's edge to strike Lenas in the chest, instantly knocking the small legion commander down.

Then Ye Xiao suddenly twisted his body, changing his thrust to a sweep, and swung his staff at Linas's back.

Poor Lena was sent flying like a baseball, landing in the sea outside the pier and making a small splash.

Chapter 120 The Assassin's Final Chapter (Epilogue)

The royal guards were dumbfounded when their leader, Lena, was eliminated in two rounds.

Despite their last shred of sense of responsibility, they still charged forward, howling, in an attempt to surround and attack Ye Xiao, but unfortunately, none of them could withstand a single blow.

Ye Xiaofei flew towards the oncoming crowd, wielding a stick like an old farmer striking dates, the muffled thuds sending the defeated soldiers flying through the air.

The scene was like a shower of flowers from the heavens; the crooked streetlights, the charred cargo boxes, and the piles of collapsed wooden barrels were all filled with the bruised and swollen bodies of Aslan's guards.

Soon, in the center of the battlefield, where "corpses lay strewn everywhere," Prince Wei Ruian met Ye Xiao, who was like a god of death.

"Aren't you going to run?"

Ye Xiao casually pulled out the revolver musket tucked at his waist, looked at the prince sitting on the ground, and smiled.

Prince Wei Rui'an looked at Ye Xiao and suddenly opened his mouth wide. He saw that deep inside Ye Xiao's mouth, black mist was gathering and a scarlet pupil suddenly opened.

"Killing my apostle will make you the eternal mortal enemy of the Aslan Empire. Attacking the Holy Temple army and assassinating the royal family of a great nation are crimes against humanity. From now on, you will be infamous on this continent."

A low, hoarse voice came from that throat.

"How about we make a deal? What do you want? Power? Immortality? Time and space?... I understand you're acting for that false god. Let this apostle go, and I can keep to myself. We share a common goal, and everything you want, I can give you..."

"boom"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed Prince Verrian's face, kicking up a cloud of dirt.

Prince Aslan, his mouth agape, broke out in a cold sweat. He was stunned for a moment, then a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

“I knew you were a smart man. Forcibly killing this prince at this time would be bad for you…”

"boom"

The second shot rang out, this time the bullet pierced Prince Aslan's mouth precisely, shattering his crimson pupils along with it.

Before he could even feel relieved, the prince suddenly collapsed to the ground in bewilderment and shock, his pupils dilating, and he lost all life.

"At such a memorable moment, I really can't wait to write this long and tedious last words."

Ye Xiao put away his musket, then chopped off the opponent's head with another slash, letting the crow that flew down collect it into the spatial portal.

"The two shots are for the sake of ceremony, not for you to waste your breath."

Two gunshots rang out like thunderclaps from a clear sky, echoing across the battlefield.

Aslan, the guard struggling to get up from the ground, and Legion Commander Linas and Steward Celeste, who poked their heads out of the sea.

The Templar Knight Commander Reinaldo, who was locked in battle with Decali and Francis, was clearing away the jungle of tentacles from the young lady Theresa.

Lord Torred, who was watching from afar, and even Fisher, who was chasing Morgan and Mingya on the rooftop...

The scene of Prince Aslan's death was so abrupt yet so profoundly imprinted in everyone's eyes.

On the battlefield, everyone seemed to have had time frozen, staring blankly at Ye Xiao, whose clothes were fluttering in the middle of the battlefield.

Until the next moment, Linas let out a roar that was almost desperate.

Theresa's usually aloof and confident expression turned into a blank stare.

Lord Torred stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that the pirate had actually fired a shot.

Fisher's usually calm face fell into confusion as the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

A single, glistening tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

Prince Aslan was like a nut tightly entangled in a spider web, his fall triggering countless threads of fate.

Or rather, which life's passing doesn't affect the fate of others?

Standing at the center of attention, Ye Xiao wanted to say something at this seemingly historic moment.

Unfortunately, he realized how little he knew when he needed it. Despite his wealth of talent, all he could come up with were outdated and inappropriate tropes like "I buried my treasure deep in the sea" and "If you want to kill me, then hate me."

So he thought it best not to say anything, leaving some blank space for the bards to use their imagination when they sang about it in later generations.

So Ye Xiao ultimately chose to remain silent, and after a short while, he looked at his teammates around the battlefield and gently raised one hand.

The meaning of this gesture is very simple: "What are you waiting for? Run!"

Fortunately, both Decali and Morgan understood Ye Xiao's meaning in an instant. Almost without hesitation, they abandoned their opponents and ran away in a swarm without looking back.

The crows swooped down from the sky, opening a portal to send each pirate teammate away as they approached.

Faced with the ensuing furious retaliation from the Holy Alliance and Aslan's army, it was impossible for the main force to retreat unscathed without Aila's portal.

But with the portal, the nearly insane Linas and the ashen-faced Theresa could only watch from within the swarm of tentacles as these pirates vanished one by one from the flock of crows like magic.

This strategic skill from Lucyville is arguably one of Ayla's favorite divine spells, on par with the Tentacle.

"Damn it!!! Damn it all!!!!"

Linas's impotent rage transformed into a heart-wrenching roar that echoed across the battlefield.

But Ye Xiao, who had left such deep pain in her fragile heart, had already disappeared without a trace, just like his usual scumbag behavior.

……

After completing the assassination of the prince, Ye Xiao met up with Ella through a spatial portal. Without resting for long, he went to the Fog City of the Kingdom of Valen that night and infiltrated Queen Valen's palace with the great detective Sherlin Ford.

The transitions were so tight that even Greta's pirate hat wasn't changed in time.

If Ella's church had a medal for model employees, Ye Xiao would award it to himself without hesitation.

After that, the stories that unfolded on that land shrouded in mist year-round need no further elaboration.

……

……

Let's go back to January of the 84th year of the Valentine calendar.

The foggy city, the private academic conference room of the Imperial Library.

John Watson wrote a period to mark the end of the chapter in his notebook and stretched his slightly sore wrists.

After listening to Ye Xiao's narration, which was almost half the length of a novel, he was still a little dazed.

Sherlingford and Sir Aztak, the professor, fell into a long silence.

"……Forehead."

After a long silence, Sherlinford broke the silence, "The Fountain of Youth... Time travel... The ancient capital of the gods..."

Every word here challenges the detective's cognitive limits.

"And if I heard correctly, Mr. Ye... you killed a prince of Aslan?"

"Yes, oh, I should have mentioned that I also chopped off his head just in case."

Ye Xiao reached into his clothes, "He's quite special too. I can take him out if you're interested..."

"Oh, for the sake of the Holy Maiden, there's no need to share this with us."

Ford politely stopped Ye Xiao from doing that.

Then, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Although I had guessed it, the matters involved in these ruins are still far more complex than I imagined... I'm not sure how much help I can offer with my limited knowledge as a mortal..."

"Don't worry, matters involving gods and the Dark Cult will be handled by the Holy Maiden and me."

Ye Xiao reassured him, "The main issue is that we need your help with matters concerning mortals."

“I understand… Hmm, the maritime pass for the coast of Aslan, I think it might be possible to apply for an archaeological fleet in my name, which would allow us to enter that sea area while concealing the Saintess’s involvement.”

After thinking for a moment, the gentleman said, "However, there are many preparations to be made for diving and salvage. And if what you say is true, it is very likely that the place is the lair of an evil god. We may also need to investigate the dark cult forces distributed in the coastal cities before we can take action."

Ye Xiao clasped his hands together. "The Holy Maiden has been summoned by the Holy City because of what happened before. The First Knights will be arriving in the Fog City to pay homage to her soon, so she probably won't be able to leave for a while."

"So I will be in charge of infiltrating Aslan to investigate. You should have heard me say that I have some disguise abilities that I can use to protect myself. Therefore, I mainly need a suitable way to enter the coastal city, preferably an identity that allows me to easily contact the local high-ranking officials, but is not a particularly high-profile identity. Of course, if possible, it would be even better if I could bring my brothers in with me."

Ford rubbed his chin with some difficulty, considering how to address Ye Xiao's needs.

Just then, Sir Aztak spoke again, "I have a friend in the Duchy... well, he recently passed the preliminary selection for a mage instructor position at Aslan Cliff Academy, but due to some family troubles, he can no longer go. I wonder, Mr. Ye, what is your level of magic?"

"He is considered a master-level elemental mage and has also researched some demonic and gravity spells."

"That shouldn't be a problem. My friend is only an expert."

Aztak nodded. "Perhaps you could borrow my friend's identity for a while."

"Um, I hope this won't cause any trouble for your friend?"

Ye Xiao asked.

"There might indeed be some trouble, so his identity information needs to be slightly modified to avoid affecting him. However, the reason my friend's family has encountered such a change is that his wife in the principality has fallen seriously ill. The treatment for this illness requires a large sum of money, making it impossible for him to travel across the ocean to Aslan to participate in the re-election."

"Do expert-level mages also lack money?"

"It's a very complicated condition and requires a lot of money."

Sir Astark sighed, "If Mr. Ye can help him solve this problem, he won't care much about his identity. Even if there is trouble, just leave a loophole so he can easily distance himself from it."

"Row."

Ye Xiao nodded. This request was simple. Ella had plenty of money in her coffers, and she could even personally treat that person's wife.

So the two made a deal, and Sir Aztec returned and contacted his friend.

The next day, the knight handed Ye Xiao an email.