A fine arrow flew toward Jason the instant he crossed the threshold of the courtyard.
Jason tilted his head to dodge.
Chop!
In a loud sound, the fine arrow buried itself into the doorframe.
"Assassin!"
The guards shouted, some positioned themselves in front of Jason, while others rushed towards the shadow from which the arrow had been shot.
The assassin was quickly apprehended.
He was a middle-aged man with an average build, a stiff face, and dull, lifeless eyes, showing not a glint of spirit, just like a puppet on strings.
'Pied Piper'!
Having seen the man's appearance, Jason unconsciously thought to himself.
The assassin before him was just like those controlled people in Taor.
Moreover, Jason remembered clearly the words of Aunt Lym when Aymodun III died.
The ambition of the 'Pied Piper' was not simply to share a body with Aymodun III, nor was it solely the Federation.
The adversary harbored even greater ambitions.
This assassination attempt...
