Though it was quite simple for Skymender, the other two did not find it nearly as easy as him. Third moon had to track his target down, as he was not exactly where the information had said he would be, and blend into a group to throw a corrosive poison at him.
He then snuck away. It had been extremely risky, both because of his situation and lack of experience.
As for Western Guardian, his situation was slightly better, only hindered by his lack of experience. But in the end, using the mist poison that had hurt Skymender's throat, he managed to kill his target in an enclosed room.
With this, it was completed. As night fell, Skymender returned to the Informant's house. The Informant had already received news of his success, and had the money ready.
"I already took out the 5% for my fee. I can continue to help your business get customers. I look forward to our future partnerships."
Skymender nodded and left.
Even the 5% was a substantial sum of money, which explained why the Informant was willing to continue helping.
The same night, Skymender left the money on the tables of the two assassins.
This was the start of his own money making organization.
He had actually thought of a few before this, such as selling poison, but he didn't want antidotes to be developed against them, so this would be the best way to use his poisons to make money. Over the next month, around four missions were given to each of the assassins.
They gained experience quickly, and managed to get into the flow of it all. By now, it became known that assassinations were taking place, or at least widely thought.
This not only led to them having to be more careful, but also gave them more customers. Many went to the Informant, who was well known for selling information, and he was able to directly deal with the payments and arrangements.
However, this eventually drew the unwanted attention of the police. During this period of expansion and growth, which saw many moving into the city, they wanted to have a good grasp over the crime.
Naturally, since everyone on the streets knew about the Informant, the police knew about him as well. They arrived at his large house, and were met by him at the front door.
"What can I do for you, Officers?" He asked.
"We came to buy information from you, of course."
"What kind of information?" He asked with a smile.
"Information of the assassinations taking place around the city."
"I see. I see."
He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.
"We can give you a lot of money, Informant." The head officer said.
"I'm aware, and you know that any information comes with a price. However, I don't think any price you can give me will be worth it." He said.
"Why not?" The head officer asked.
"You see, if I were to say something, I am quite confident that I would be dead the next day."
"We can offer you protection."
"Not enough." The Informant said flatly.
The officer snorted. "So you can't give any information."
"Only one. Unless, of course, you are willing to have a Sword Master personally guard me for the next few years."
Naturally, this was a sarcastic request.
"How much?" The officer asked.
The Informant smiled and spoke. The officer's eyes widened.
"Is it worth it?" The officer asked simply.
"Based on everything, this is a fair price."
The officer hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Fine. What is it?"
"The leader of this organization goes by the name of Skygod."
The officer's eyes narrowed. "I see. That makes sense. Your payment will be delivered soon."
Both walked away satisfied.
At least now, they had a basic profile of the mysterious one known as Skygod.
The Informant naturally did not describe anything else about him, just a name, which they would probably find out at some point due to the consistency of using poison.
Meanwhile, back as Skymender, Skymender continued to study.
With both his life as Skymender and the Skygod moving forward, the summer once again came.
Skymender did not do anything special, he simply had more time outside of school to do what he wanted.
He did not go anywhere near the Imperial capital, nor to the Royal capital.
Sky city had grown greatly during the past few months to the point where it was now a full fledged city, not just a city by a technicality.
And it was still growing steadily. Richer people had moved to see the city, and some had stayed, trying to establish themselves. With more and more people establishing themselves came more and more conflicts, and as a result, more and more assassination jobs.
Considering there was a 100% success rate so far, it was almost always money well spent.
However, when visiting the Informant one day, besides giving him a few missions, the Informant also had a request from someone unusual.
It was the police chief himself.
He had already paid the Informant a lot of money to relay this request, and the Informant was holding onto money that Skymender would be paid upon completing the meeting. This seemed like an obvious trap, but Skymender was not scared. In fact, upon hearing the amount of money he would receive, he found it hard to say no.
So he said yes.
That was because he had another trump card. After all, he had not been idle over these last months.
The Informant was surprised to hear Skymender's agreement.
"Are you sure? The likelihood of this being a trap is honestly above 60%."
Skymender nodded. "You know what a Sword Master is, right?"
The Informant nodded.
"I am equal to a Sword Master."
Although it sounded like a ridiculous statement, Skymender was honestly confident. Of course, it would only be the lowest level of Sword Master, and head on, he would certainly lose, but he was confident in killing a Sword Master if he was prepared and the Sword Master did not know in advance.
The Informant nodded. "Alright then."