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Chapter 108 Assassination and Counterattack

Chapter 108 Assassination and Counterattack

The gates of the Magicians' Guild.

Mark didn't wear the conspicuous blue mage robes, but instead put on his own adventurer's leather armor, with a short sword for self-defense at his waist.

After finding out the exact location of the black market from Clyde, Mark planned to take advantage of the ample time to deal with the sealing problem of the dimensional bag.

Looking at the bustling streets, Mark determined his direction and headed straight for the west of Sergei City.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared from the alley across the street.

The man was dressed in a tight-fitting black bodysuit, with a slender figure, sharp and cold eyes, and a gait as light as a cat's.

Killian's gaze was fixed on Mark's back as he murmured to himself.

"Finally out."

To confirm his target, Killian also took out a piece of parchment from his inner pocket, on which Mark's appearance was clearly drawn in charcoal.

Killian then put away the bounty poster and chased after Mark in the direction he had left.

Mark was completely unaware of what was happening. He weaved through the streets, dodging pedestrians and vendors, and steadily made his way west of the city.

Nearly 50 meters behind, Killian was using the crowd as cover, moving nimbly and landing at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Suddenly, Mark felt a pang of unease and instinctively turned around, only to see a throng of heads, unable to discern anything else amiss.

Mark pondered for a moment, then walked to a flower stall by the roadside, which was filled with colorful flowers and smelled wonderful.

The vendor was a freckled teenage girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with two braids. When she saw Mark stop in front of the stall, she immediately showed a sweet smile and called out in a clear voice.

"Big brother, buy a bunch of flowers! They're freshly picked, perfect for your mother or wife!"

Mark smiled gently and nodded.

"Okay, give me a bunch, the most beautiful flowers like you."

Seeing Mark's handsome appearance, the girl lowered her head shyly, her face flushed. She chose a cluster of the most beautiful red roses, wrapped them in light green paper, and handed them to Mark.

"Big brother, this one is the prettiest, and it's only 10 silver coins!"

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Mark's smile remained unchanged, but he paused for a moment before quickly pulling a small stack of silver coins from his pocket and handing them to the girl.

The girl thanked him with great joy.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Mark gently held the flowers in his arms with one hand and continued heading west of the city, like a man rushing to a date.

Seeing this, Killian cleverly hid behind a shop pillar not far away, using the crowd as cover, pretending to select goods, but his eyes never left Mark's figure.

Mark carried the flowers and walked a little further. When he passed a coffee shop, he quietly placed the bouquet on an empty outdoor table.

Killian saw this from afar and seemed a little puzzled, but he didn't think much of it. Instead, he quickly walked past the dining table and chased after them.

However, in Kilian's unseen vision, a small, illusory blue eye quietly emerged from the cluster of vibrant red roses, taking in the latter's every move.

This was precisely the "surveillance eye" that Mark had released in advance among the flower clusters!

At this moment, Mark finally realized that he was being followed, and judging from the other person's attire, they were probably up to no good.

Mark's brain was working at high speed.

I haven't been in Sergei City for long. Have I offended anyone? Why am I being followed?

Suddenly, the image of Zeffer's death flashed through Mark's mind.

Could it be that Zeffer's family sent people to seek revenge after his scheme was exposed?

"No, let's deal with the immediate problem first."

Mark thought to himself, then suddenly quickened his pace, no longer trying to hide it, and started running, heading towards a secluded alley in the west of the city.

Killian noticed Mark's unusual movement, a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes, but he immediately quickened his pace and started running after him.

The two chased each other through the streets and alleys, with only the sound of their hurried footsteps and breathing in their ears.

Suddenly, Killian turned into a dead end, and the air went silent for a moment.

Mark has disappeared!

Killian stopped and scanned the alley entrance and his surroundings warily.

The alley was flanked by high walls, with only a few bundles of discarded timber and a few old wooden barrels piled up in the corners. There were very few obstacles, and there was nowhere to hide.

What happened?

It only takes 2-3 seconds from start to finish; even casting a spell couldn't be that fast and clean!

Killian's eyes sharpened instantly, and he silently drew a runic dagger with his right hand. The blade of the dagger gleamed with a brilliant purple light, clearly indicating that it was poisoned.

Then, Killian moved slowly, his breathing becoming increasingly even, carefully examining every corner of the alley, searching for traces of his target.

However, Mark was quietly watching Killian's actions from behind.

Mark had already switched to his ghost form and entered the spirit world. Unless Kylian specifically used a spell to break invisibility, he wouldn't be able to detect his presence.

After being reminded by Clyde, Mark replaced the "Ghost Panther Fur" and "Slime King Core" in his equipment slots before setting off.

Meanwhile, he also carried spell scrolls and alchemical bombs in his pockets, ready to be used at any time.

But Mark didn't immediately kill him; instead, he quickly considered the situation.

The other party came with the intention of killing me, so of course I can't be soft-hearted.

But this is only a temporary solution. The best solution is to find the mastermind behind it all and solve the problem once and for all.

Therefore, the goal is to capture the other party alive or to uncover clues.

After finishing his thoughts, Mark slowly deactivated his ghostly form. As his figure gradually became visible, he silently chanted a spell to activate "Suggestion," and a deep, eerie voice entered Killian's ears.

"You have cerebral palsy."

Killian was startled and instinctively turned his head. When he saw Mark suddenly appear behind him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, a cold smile arose in his heart. He completely ignored the other party's insults, moved his feet, and thrust the rune dagger at Mark with lightning speed.

Mark was prepared and gave a low shout.

"!" (Ice Armor!)

A layer of white light emanated from his body, and the outline of the semi-transparent ice armor quickly took shape.

Ding!

The rune dagger pierced the ice armor with a sharp metallic clang, and the purple shadow energy on the blade made a sizzling sound as it hit the ice armor, but it was ultimately not pierced through.

A hint of surprise flashed in Killian's eyes; he hadn't expected the spell defense to be so sturdy.

But he didn't stop. With a flick of his wrist, the short knife slid along the ice armor and slashed towards Mark's neck.

Mark stepped back to create distance, gathered magic in his right hand, and emitted a shimmering white aura from his fingertips. Instantly, he fired an "Ice Arrow" straight at Killian's chest.

Kylian ducked down and disappeared into the darkness beneath the wall, merging with it. An ice arrow struck the wall, shattering it into a shower of ice shards.

"snort!"

Killian snorted coldly, his figure constantly weaving through the darkness of the alley, suddenly lunging out from Mark's blind spot.

However, Kylian did not feel any resistance as the knife pierced flesh; instead, he lunged straight at nothing!

When he turned around again, there was nothing but ice shards all around him, and Mark was nowhere to be seen.

Killian's pupils dilated violently, and he exclaimed in shock.

"What's going on!"

Just then, a strange voice once again entered Killian's mind.

"You have cerebral palsy!"

Clang!

The rune dagger fell to the ground.

Killian's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and his consciousness grew increasingly blurred.

It was only at this moment that he realized that at the beginning of the fight, the opponent was not hurling insults, but rather using some kind of control spell.

Mark exited his ghostly state, looked at the assassin struggling on his knees, and added a few more "suggestion" words.

"Cerebral palsy! Cerebral palsy! Cerebral palsy!"

Killian's last shred of consciousness was completely shattered. His body trembled more and more violently, his eyes lost all focus, and he mumbled unconsciously.

"I...have cerebral palsy...Aba...Aba..."

Immediately, Killian's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head with his hands, curling up, and occasionally grinning foolishly.

Seeing this, Mark breathed a sigh of relief, kicked the rune dagger far away, and then took out a tough leather rope from his pocket and tied Killian up tightly.

Next, it's time for a proper interrogation.