Four Split Personalities

"Warren... Warren..."

One of the Purple Thorn royal guards involuntarily shuddered, eyes behind the mask filled with disbelief, "Warren Duntys!"

Indeed, the old man was none other than Warren Duntys, who a half year ago had ascended to the rank of Sword Saint and stepped into the Legendary tier—one of the strongest individuals in the Violet Empire, the current Duke Duntys’s own elder brother.

The current Duke Duntys’s own elder brother!

To stand here, watching helplessly as his own nephew... the Crown Prince Rebo died, and then blocking the fatal attack for Shu Brezen?!

"This is impossible!"

A Death Soldier, who could be called Rebo’s confidant, roared in disbelief, trembling as he pointed at the old man in front of him, "You... you... it’s not possible... absolutely impossible!!"

"I understand your thoughts. After all, reality is always so hard to accept."

Shu turned his head and gave a look to the Death Soldier, who was nearly broken, showing a helpless expression, "Nevertheless, we must face it."

He smiled and raised his glass in a toast.

Then, he softly uttered one word—

"Kill."

Swish!

The sword back in its sheath, its cold light gone.

The light was the cold glow of blood.

The sword was a vicious blade for killing.

Warm blood splattered in mid-air as the heads of the horrified fell to the ground.

One second, one sword, five slain.

...

[King’s Protector]

Weapon category: One-handed sword

Quality: Unique Legendary

Attack power: Extremely strong

Attributes: Damage increased by 100%, Attack speed increased by 100%, Basic hit rate increased by 25%, All incoming damage reduced by 25%, Damage to female units of the Lizardman race reduced by 100%.

Trait: Loyal to the King, Keep Secret

※Hyperlink※

Loyal to the King: When there are friendly units with Royal lineage within a radius of fifty meters of the user, your attack speed is increased by an additional 15%, and the hate generated from your attacks is raised by 15%. You can teleport next to friendly units with Royal lineage, cooldown time 1 minute.

Keep Secret: The user is always considered to be in a ’Silent’ state, unable to cast any spells.

Equipment requirements: One-handed weapon mastery level 50, possession of a ’Legendary’ class, noble lineage

[Note: One day, Saulo Brezen suggested to his brother-in-law Wendymei Duntys a game of chess. The stake was a royal treasured, not-too-valuable, delicate and fragile, ornate curved blade, which he lost on purpose and forcefully turned into a favor by gifting it to Wendymei who helped conceal a previous incident where Saulo drunkenly harassed a waitress. A month later, Wendymei melted down that so-called one-handed sword and had the renowned beauty and Dwarf craftsman Copperbeard Udon reforge it into a true longsword as a thank you for not leaking Saulo’s drunken misbehavior with a Lizardman maid, naming this longsword the King’s Protector.]

...

Clearly, this was a formidable weapon, and its user, a powerful warrior.

In one second, with one move, five high-level Professionals were beheaded, their heads racing to the ground.

Then, Duntys, having sheathed his sword, stepped back behind the Second Prince and lowered his head, murmuring gently, "It’s done, Your Highness."

"Let’s go."

Shu lazily stood up, nodded to the two Purple Thorn Shadows who stood dumbfounded like wooden chickens, and then turned to glance at the eight dark mercenaries and assassins waiting by the side; he casually pointed at the corpses, and whispered, "Take whatever is useful, and after you’ve finished, report to the ’Imperial Camp’. After that, you can say goodbye to your ’past’ as you wished."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The eight immediately bowed in gratitude, two of the women already with tears brimming in their eyes.

"Don’t mention it."

Shu grinned and then stepped over the large patches of blood on the ground, walking out of the Female Bee with Wendymei Duntys.

It was only after they left that Wendymei couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Your Highness, you could have simply ordered me to dispose of those rats in the gutter..."

He made a gesture indicating a throat cut.

"Because I am someone who keeps his word, Warren."

Shu, not shy about calling the other by name despite not being blood-related to him, spoke in an offhand manner, "Just as I said I would help you break through to Legendary tier and then actually did, just like when you declared your separation from your own brothers to me, I said that as long as you don’t do anything foolish, I would overlook the mistakes of the Duntis family..."

He smiled, looking at the nearly hundred corpses by the canal, and shrugged, "Integrity is a precious quality, in life and in business."

"I got it, I got it..."

Out of nowhere, a petite figure appeared in front of them looking up at Shu with dissatisfaction, pouting, "Can’t I just be honest with customers from now on, and write ’sweet-tasting sugar water without honey’ directly on the menu?"

This was a dwarf girl with pink curly hair, known to many in the old district as the sole waitress of the Female Bee tavern, named Little Na, best known for recommending seats by the window and her sweet honey water.

What very few knew was that her full name was Sodium Bartley, and she had been a very professional assassin.

Of course, Little Na’s identity had long since changed to that of a maid for Shu Bresen, though one who was mostly absent from her master’s side. However, no longer being an assassin did not mean that her killing skills had declined, as evidenced by the nearly hundred corpses with at least Middle Rank as their weakest.

It should be mentioned that ’Bartley’ was not the original surname of the dwarf girl; no one, not even she herself, knew what Little Na’s real surname was, for she had been adopted by a certain organization since she was very young—a top assassin organization active in the Southeast Continent. The most powerful Assassins in this organization were given the name ’Bartley,’ and Little Na was the last to hold this title.

By the way, all the assassins in this organization were females, and those nauseating patrons, superiors, and owners of the organization never dirtied their hands.

Three years after Little Na became Bartley, which was nine years from now, a teenage Shu Bresen took an interest in her organization, and after conducting a series of investigations, he decided to cause them some trouble.

Two months later, the assassin organization, known as ’Blood Tea Party,’ was eradicated.

The only two surviving members took several weeks to reach the Violet Empire, clinging to life after accepting a certain invitation, and by a ’coincidence,’ they met the ’chess player’ who had set them free from the abyss of suffering.

Half a year later, Second Prince Xiu Bresen of the Violet Empire had a new Catvian half-beast person maid named Coleya Igret, and a new tavern by the old district’s canal emerged with only one waitress named Sodium Bartley.

Their surnames were their ranks within the ’Blood Tea Party,’ and Shu gave them names... and the right to live freely under the sun.

Perhaps this right might seem insignificant to many, but for some, it meant everything.

To protect this right, to repay this kindness, they wouldn’t mind doing anything for their benefactor and new employer, whether it was serving tea, minding the store... or efficiently and swiftly killing.

Standing behind Shu, Warren could see at a glance that although the petite dwarf girl in black leather armor was definitely not a match for him in direct combat, if you took away the words ’direct combat,’ she could easily kill someone like him, a novice Sword Saint.

Nevertheless, Little Na didn’t care what the old man standing behind Shu thought. She cheerfully looked up at her master, grinning broadly, "Well, since the Crown Prince is now dead, shall I ’clean up’ now?"

"Thank you for your hard work~"

"How far should I go?"

"Take out everyone on the first, third, and fourth lists in Sālāmù’ēn, leave no one behind."

"Wow, that’s quite decisive~"

"Hehe, because today is a good day for blood to flow."

Chapter Five Hundred Thirty-Two: The End