As Leonardo stepped out of the Adventurers' Guild's door, a faint fragrance wafted over.
By this time, it was already the moment when the nightlife was beginning. Looking around, on the second floors all around were women showing half of their faces and casting flirtatious glances at the passers-by.
In that instant, Leonardo deeply appreciated the extraordinary means of the guild master here.
The adventurers had just returned from the dangerous and harsh environments, and they were extremely lacking in a sense of security in their hearts. At this moment, what they longed for most was comfort.
And what could comfort people better than gentle and graceful women?
Therefore, just as the adventurers had just received their rewards and walked a few steps out of the guild's door, their money quickly fell into the pockets of the surrounding women.
Thinking further, the surrounding Nightingale Houses... No, perhaps the business of the whole street might be secretly controlled by the Adventurers' Guild.
"Little brother, would you like to come up and listen to some ditties?" A woman with white feathers stuck in the back of her head and wearing glamorous makeup threw a charming look at Leonardo.
But Leonardo didn't even turn his head.
After experiencing a series of deceptions and humiliations, he was full of vigilance towards this other world.
The seemingly charming and exotic style upstairs might just be a facade.
Perhaps she would be obedient to you one moment, and the next moment, she would sell out all your secrets.
Leonardo didn't want to be deceived again. He cast a Clarity spell on himself, pushed the woman aside, and strode away without looking back.
It was also thanks to this rationality that Leonardo detected the follower behind him.
Since leaving the academy, he had vaguely felt that he was being secretly watched.
At first, he thought it was the effect of the Arcane Eye on the Magic Tower, but now he already understood that someone was quietly following him.
Being followed in this other world was definitely not a good thing.
Here, there was no romantic plot like a girl following the person she admired because of love.
Following usually meant murder and kidnapping.
"Are they going to cut the weeds and dig up the roots?"
Leonardo murmured softly and then quickened his pace towards the carriage depot.
The other party didn't directly take action in the city, presumably because they were afraid of his noble status.
The consequences of assassination and openly killing a noble heir were worlds apart.
If a noble heir was openly attacked, once the matter was exposed, even Morrison, who was a great mage and the Magic Tower master, would be powerless to reverse the situation.
The nobles were a very strange group. They were good at internal strife but surprisingly united.
When there was no external enemy, they would fight to the death for trifles; but once an external enemy appeared, they would quickly gather together.
Although Morrison had a high status and powerful magic, if the matter of killing a noble heir was exposed, the lightest punishment would be dismissal from office, and in serious cases, he might even end up discredited and the Magic Tower changing hands.
As the saying goes, one's position determines one's thinking. A lofty tower master would never sacrifice everything for an "ant" that could be easily crushed.
Therefore, Leonardo speculated that Morrison probably wouldn't show up in person.
If Morrison didn't make a move, then it was very likely that the blond playboy, Harrington, would come to carry out the task.
If the person chasing him was Harrington, Leonardo was instead full of energy.
Harrington had claimed in the auditorium that the vampire task required at least a team of six intermediate apprentices to complete.
Although Leonardo didn't know the specific strength of intermediate apprentices, if what Harrington said was true, then his real combat strength couldn't be simply measured by his level.
Recalling Harrington's aggressive appearance in the auditorium, a bold idea popped into Leonardo's mind.
When he arrived at the carriage depot, Leonardo deliberately pretended that he had already noticed the follower and booked two carriages heading in different directions.
Then, he quietly hid in the third transport carriage and left the city a little later than the decoy carriages.
Leonardo witnessed with his own eyes the scene of the armed cavalry chasing after the decoy carriages, but he didn't see Harrington's figure, which made him a little disappointed.
He didn't meet that perverted villain who liked to execute enemies with his own hands. Otherwise, there might have been a chance to take back his own staff...
The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds.
The path was filled with white fog like a light veil.
Gurgle ——
On the gravel path, besides the sound of the carriage wheels turning, there would occasionally be flashes of magical fluorescence, but they disappeared in a flash.
Leonardo roughly counted silently for about twenty minutes before the first magic trap he had set behind him was triggered.
The other party's slow reaction was beyond his expectation.
He originally thought that the other party would catch up when he set up the fifth trap, but he didn't expect that after setting up thirty-two magic traps along the way, the other party only triggered the first one...
To be honest, Leonardo had no doubts about whether he could kill the enemy. At this moment, his main concern was whether the other party could break through the magic traps and catch up with him!
Otherwise, this elaborate "drama" he had prepared wouldn't be able to end properly.
On the path five kilometers behind Leonardo, the fully armed cavalrymen were chasing after the warhorses on foot.
A burly man at the head took off his helmet and spat a mouthful of blood foam onto the ground.
This knight was named Corker, and he was the captain of this hunting operation.
Corker had originally thought that this operation would be as easy as before.
He just needed to catch up with the target, cut off the target's head while the target was wailing and begging for mercy, and then he could finish the job and go back.
If he went back early, he might even be able to go to Nightingale Street to have fun and spend a wonderful night.
On weekdays, Corker wouldn't go to that kind of place. Although the women there were charming and beautiful, the fees were high.
With the meager salary of a knight captain, it was impossible to satisfy the appetites of these "little fairies".
But if this extra "income" was included, the situation would be very different.
Corker was brought into this line of work by his old superior.
At first, he also thought that this kind of thing was cruel and disgusting, but after receiving the heavy gold coins, he quickly forgot the knight's oath that he had to recite every morning.
Corker had been engaged in this line of work for five years and was already an old hand. He had changed from being green and immature to being mature and experienced, from being hesitant to being decisive, and from being bored with the dullness of this job to gradually finding pleasure in it.
Corker preferred to take orders for young people because such tasks were simple and easy to handle, and he could also find some fun for himself afterwards...
The last time he received such a task was half a month ago. The employer was the youngest son of a certain wealthy merchant.
On the surface, he was a handsome young man whom everyone would praise for his "cultivation", but in fact, he was a madman who believed in evil gods, and his deeds were even crazier and uglier than those of goblins.
The hunting target that time was the daughter of a stonemason. She was still young, about sixteen years old, and extremely beautiful.
Her clear eyes like a lake and her long, curly eyelashes that fluttered left a very deep impression on Corker.
After taking the task, everything went smoothly. Corker quickly caught the target and notified the employer.
When the youngest son of the wealthy merchant arrived, he took a group of henchmen and the little girl into an abandoned castle.
The castle was located in the suburbs and was rarely visited on weekdays, so it became an excellent place for some people to carry out illegal activities.
Since he also had to be responsible for the aftermath, Corker usually waited outside the castle for the employer to finish.
The girl's cries were the same as before, and Corker was already used to it, so he didn't pay much attention.
It was just that halfway through, the girl seemed to have angered the youngest son of the wealthy merchant, and then he actually brought a few hunting dogs into the castle...
It was an extremely long night. When the youngest son of the wealthy merchant left satisfied, the scene inside the castle opened a door to the "abyss of sin" for Corker.
As if bewitched by the devil, Corker didn't immediately dispose of the girl but imprisoned her in the castle dungeon for a while.
When the girl was almost tortured out of shape, Corker ended her tragic life.
Since then, Corker had been addicted to the pleasure of this kind of "punishment" of others. Whether it was a man or a woman, as long as they were young, he would try to keep them.
During that period of time, what Corker received the most were the curses of the victims.
He didn't understand why these people cursed him. He thought he was already very "merciful" because he had let them live for a while...