Before Jin’s regression—back when he had just been banished from the Garden of Swords—there was a period when he roamed from country to country, sleeping out in the open.
He had lost his lifelong goal after being banished from his clan and was surviving like a cripple on the streets. But everything changed when he met his magic teacher.
Nevertheless, until the day he met his master, Jin had seen and experienced countless types of criminals and scoundrels in the dark alleyways where no one entered.
Petty thieves, robbers, beggars, alcoholics, etc. Those people lived like no tomorrow, and were only loyal to their desires.
‘The most notable scumbags amongst them were druggies.’
Drug addicts.
Those people couldn’t survive for another day without their drugs. Without their ‘medicine’, they would sit lifelessly with hollow eyes and foam in their mouths. But if someone were to offer them the drugs, it was second nature for them to be willing to carve out their hearts to pay.
Ten times out of ten. A hundred out of a hundred. A thousand out of a thousand!
Every single drug addict Jin had seen was the same, without a single exception.
There were some rare people who had managed to stop their addiction with their superhuman willpower and returned to an ordinary lifestyle, but obviously enough, they were one in a million.
In any case, according to Jin’s observations and the documents he had read, Alkaro Tzendler wasn’t someone with such strong willpower.
“Fuck! Please, do me a favour, alright? I don’t think I can survive for another hour without it. Please, I’m begging you…”
Alkaro flopped onto the floor and put his hands together, begging his bodyguards.
The Hidden Palace guards were all wearing composed looks, but Jin noticed the slight disgust in their gazes that appeared momentarily.
“As I’ve said before, it cannot be done. Our task is to prioritize your safety, Young Master. Please keep in mind that we’re not here to babysit you. If you continue to have a temper tantrum, we will have to—”
“Aaaaargh! I don’t care! Shut up! If you won’t get me the drugs, then I’ll do something myself! Fucking hell, just you wait. Once my sweetheart returns, you’re all losing your heads! Your heads, do you hear that?! I’ll make sure you’re all executed!”
“Haaa.”
“Huh? Did you just sigh? Am I a joke to you? You lowly guards! You insignificant pleb bastards! I’m from the Tzend—”
Thwack!
One guard suddenly punched Alkaro in the abdomen. The arrogant druggy trembled on the spot for a few seconds before fainting.
“Goddammit. How much longer do we have to protect this piece of crap?”
“I wish he’d just die from an overdose or something. Just why is the master keeping this piece of shit alive…?”
“Silence. We just need to fulfill the mission we’ve been assigned. You mustn’t get your personal feelings involved.”
The guards carried the unconscious Alkaro back to the room.
Having witnessed the entire scene, Jin felt like he had discovered a treasure chest full of gold.
‘Alkaro’s relationship with his bodyguards is the worst. And it seems like he’d be willing to do anything to get drugs once he wakes up.’
Hm…
As he drank the beer the inn’s employee brought him, Jin pondered to himself. Assassinating Alkaro would not be such a difficult task in the end.
The druggy young master’s tantrums would get worse and worse as the days went by. And if his outbursts repeated enough times, Jin would have more opportunities to assassinate him throughout the next few days.
Whether he used magic, spiritual power, or a plain old dagger, killing Alkaro was going to be a piece of cake.
‘But the problem is the aftermath. I need to find a way to avoid the guards and return home safely after I’ve killed him.’
That was the most difficult aspect of this mission.
It was impossible to kill him in broad daylight inside the inn and escape alive. The 6-star or higher bodyguards were far more physically capable than Jin and could catch up to him in no time.
Poison wouldn’t work either. If Jin baited Alkaro with drugs and killed him using poison, the entirety of Mamit would be in an uproar.
The greatest unwritten taboo in the lawless city is the usage of poison.
Jin’s head began aching as he tried to come up with a plan. Assassinating Alkaro inside the Moonlit Well using traditional methods was impossible.
Bang.
Having chugged down his beer, Jin placed the mug back on the table with vigour.
‘I’ve made up my mind.’
Jin had come up with a strategy.
He would do a terror attack on the Moonlit Well using magic from inside his room.
The Moonlit Well was the inn where the kings of Mamit resided.
A building where the most notorious and prominent figures amongst the worst criminals of Mamit were gathered. As soon as the terror attack begins, these ‘kings’ of Mamit would counterattack and track down the culprit.
Moreover, their main suspect would be a ‘6-star or higher magician’.
