Chapter 1619: Chapter 1619

Grand Duke Keston's words were true.

The mob was stunned, terrified.

Most people deluded themselves.

Unwilling, they continued searching.

Unable to find what they sought, they turned their eyes to other nobles.

This time, they reaped a considerable reward.

However, chaos began to erupt in Walker's capital.

Tens of thousands of people rioted under the instigation of interested parties, rapidly snowballing into an uprising sweeping the entire Walker Empire.

Millions participated in it.

By the time the riot subsided, six months had passed.

The entire Walker Empire was divided into West Walker and East Walker.

West Walker claimed to be orthodox.

East Walker was regarded as the regime of mobsters.

As for the Grand Duke Keston of the past?

No remains were found.

The initial mob hanged the Grand Duke at the gate, then dismembered and burned him.

This included the Grand Duke's children.

Left behind was a street, Duke Street—the first emperors of West Walker and East Walker rarely reached an agreement, maintaining it as a memorial for the Grand Duke after renovations.

Even if someone declared they had seen the two Emperors before the Grand Duke's manor at the start of the riot, no facts changed.

The Emperor remained the Emperor.

The declarant was now dead.

And the so-called truth?

One only needed to know that Duke Street has become one of the affluent districts of the capital Terter of West Walker.

Today, successful merchants, mid-level officers, and some important people's secretaries reside here.

Although it cannot compare to those top-level affluent districts, it is enough to induce envy.

However, Rasol was indifferent to this.

If not for the 'Alliance' task, he wouldn't even be here.

Compared to this 'civilian life.'

He preferred the transcendent life of 'Mystical Side people.'

To Rasol, civilians who cannot possess 'extraordinary power' are no different from cattle and sheep beside him; merely 'food' providers.

Even those with 'extraordinary power' are just inferior people.

Suitable attendants, servants for his status.

Only by becoming a 'Professional'!

That is to be truly human.

And such people are undoubtedly few.

After all, there are only seventy-seven professionals in each vocation.

Some vocations, with time's passage, have disappeared in the river of time.

For example: Diviner.

The highest achievable level for the 'Stargazing Diviner' is only the third tier, which is simply no match compared to other vocations with 'six tiers.'

Nevertheless, Diviners continued to be welcomed by all 'professionals.'

Because they are so convenient.

Rasol was now sitting in front of a third-tier 'Stargazing Diviner.'

"How is it? Will it succeed?"

"Yes, according to the stars' paths, we will achieve great success."

The Diviner answered.

The Diviner, clad in a heavy robe and with face covered by a veil, spoke with an elder's voice, yet his only visible eyes were bright and sharp.

Already at the fourth-tier 'assassin,' Rasol, the 'Wanderer,' did not want to meet his gaze.

He always felt he would be seen through.

Even though both were in the same 'Alliance,' each had their own secrets.

No one wished to appear bare before the other.

After Rasol spoke, he got up and left the room.

Since the plan was successful.

All he had to do was await the harvest.

'Herculean Potion'... he was determined to get it!

Even if refined, it was the same.

Otherwise, with his talent, a fourth-tier 'assassin' was his limit.

He would never reach the fifth tier!

And without reaching the fifth tier, he could never genuinely enter the 'Alliance.'

For this, he had to resort to some petty tricks.

Thankfully, he wasn't the only one .

The Diviner before him was too.

So were other 'professionals' within No.19 Duke Street.

Of course, the assassination of West Walker VII was not spearheaded by these few individuals, but a decision made by the 'Alliance.'

They're just going along with the tide on this foundation.

Naturally, someone will take the fall.

"Did you really think you'd have it all?"

Thinking of that pawn chosen by the 'Alliance,' who has been basking in glory for years, Rasol was filled with deep jealousy from within.

However, what followed was ridicule and mockery.

"Did you really think you were heaven's favorite?"

"You have no idea that 'every gift life offers already carries a hidden price'—the more you gain, the more you'll pay after tonight!"

Thinking about what made him happy, Rasol laughed out loud.

A complete schadenfreude.

But the laughter came to an abrupt halt the next moment.

Because he saw Jason.

Jason, cloaked, holding a double-edged longsword, wearing scale armor underneath.

At this moment, the sword's edge was stained with blood, slowly dripping.

"Your Excellency Jason, you..."

Rasol began stepping back as he spoke.

He intended to draw Jason here.

However, the scene before him was not what he desired.

His 'allies,' no need to ask, were all dead.

He didn't know how Jason managed to silently kill three fourth-level 'Professionals' in such a short time, and break through the layers of traps they had set—he had triggered these traps as soon as he confirmed Sewock VII's death.

That was one of the main reasons he dared to join forces with three fourth-level 'Professionals' to kill a dual-profession 'fifth-level.'

The doubt in his heart made Rasol extremely uneasy.

He knew very well he must act immediately.

So, Rasol spoke while pulling a thin string hidden in his sleeve with his pinky finger.

This was a hidden mechanism on his body,

capable of shooting a concealed poisoned needle from the collar button.

Of course, against a dual-profession 'fifth-level,' it was far from enough.

But to stall for a moment, that was possible.

Just give him a second, and he'd be confident to escape.

As a fourth-level 'Wanderer' 'assassin,' he had such confidence.

But before his pinky could touch the string, Jason struck with his sword.

Completely like the swordplay of 'Knights.'

Almost unimaginably fast, Rasol, the fourth-level 'Wanderer' 'assassin,' couldn't react at all and fell into a pool of blood just like that.

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The Diviner stepped out.

Glancing at Rasol's corpse, he sighed softly.

"Ignorance is not scary."

"Nor is greed scary."

"Because that's how people are."

"Flies that gorge on honey are bound to drown in syrup."

The Diviner finished speaking and looked at Jason ahead.

The words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

But the Jason before him was indifferent and turned to walk away.

"Don't you plan to smile?"

"After all, victory is within reach!"

The Diviner chuckled softly, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"Within reach isn't true victory."

"Wait for the real victory then..."

Jason finished and quickened his pace.

"Always so calm, it'll make life boring!"

The Diviner sighed seemingly helplessly.

"Is inherently hell."

Jason said, raising a hand.

A fireball flew into the room behind.

In an instant, the morning mist yet to disperse was evaporated by the firelight.

Like a torch in the night.

Like a lighthouse in the deep night.

Illuminating Jason, who had just arrived nearby, his face masked with a hint of astonishment and surprise.