Within the Royal City.
The atmosphere solidified.
All through the city, the news that a noble minister had been stabbed spread like wildfire.
Yi Lin, holding dual daggers, slowly made his way inside.
At that moment, he emitted an aura that screamed death and warned all to keep their distance.
An ordinary assassin definitely couldn't exert this kind of unspeakable pressure.
Yet this assassin managed to stab all the important nobles of the Double Lion Country. Just those terrifying achievements alone were enough to fuel one's imagination of his dreadfulness.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Yi Lin was accustomed to sneaking.
Moving silently, his feet barely touched the ground, not making a sound.
But each step he took seemed to weigh heavily on the chests of every Knight present, making it hard to breathe.
The moment Hermes spoke, Yi Lin did not reply.
He did not even pause.
He moved step by step towards Hermes.
