Under the moonlit night, a carriage hidden in the forest, a white figure descended from the ceiling.
Got it, much easier than expected.
With ease, Mo Li retrieved the key from the knight’s pants and unlocked the cargo carriage door.
These knights must be too used to a comfortable life, with no defense against danger.
A little trick and they were all taken down.
But most of the credit goes to the alchemical potion in this magical ring; ordinary assassins don’t have the ability to become invisible.
As a seasoned assassin, she didn’t let the victory get to her head.
She remained vigilant until complete victory was assured, to prevent any loose ends.
These carriages were unusually large, who knows what they were meant to transport.
Silently sneaking in, Mo Li reached the interior of the carriage warehouse, proving her caution was right as she heard two people talking around the corner.
“Be careful, this stuff is worth more than us.
If it falls, we’re done for!”
“Alright, alright, it’s the last box.
Let’s finish and go eat, I’m starving.
Those knights sure live comfortably, eating meat and singing by the hot pot in this cold weather…
Hey, why is it so quiet now?
Isn’t it a bit too quiet?”
“Who knows, let’s go.
We in logistics have no rights, doing all the hard work while those knights just pretend to patrol and enjoy themselves.”
“Don’t say that, when someone attacks the convoy, they’ll be busy, maybe even lose their lives if they’re not careful.”
“Come on, don’t you know the bandits around here are all under Count Cuika’s thumb?
Knowing this cargo belongs to the nobles, those cowardly bandits even withdrew their mountain sentries, scared stiff.”
The bandit nests on Count Cuika’s territory are a nightmare for merchants passing through.
To avoid being robbed, they have to pay ‘protection fees’ to Count Cuika, an unspoken rule everyone knows.
“Shh…
keep it down, walls have ears.
If someone reports you, you’re in trouble.”
“What are you afraid of?
Those knights are busy with their hot pot, no one’s here.
Could a thief really get in?”
another person mocked.
“…”
“Hey, why did you suddenly go quiet?
Playing deep?”
The logistics worker turned to joke with his companion, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.
His companion, who was just bragging, had already fainted with eyes rolled back, and beside him stood a figure in a white robe.
“There’s…
there’s an assa…”
Before he could finish, Mo Li knocked him out with the hilt of her knife.
“What are you two making noise about? Can’t you see… you? Who are you?!”
The man who came around the corner was startled to see Mo Li in a white robe.
“Assassin, there’s an assassin, an assassin!
Ugh…”
The man’s eyes widened, his throat blocked by blood, realizing too late there was an arrow in his neck.
“Why make a sound?”
Mo Li put away her crossbow.
If he hadn’t made a sound, she might have spared him.
After dealing with the logistics workers, Mo Li pushed open the innermost door.
Having listened in from the side, she naturally heard their entire conversation.
Though she already knew of the nobles’ greed and recklessness, the reality still exceeded her expectations.
Is this the so-called collusion between police and bandits?
Because of this, she wouldn’t be surprised by what these bottomless nobles were trafficking for profit.
Kicking aside the ugly corpse at her feet, Mo Li walked straight into the storage room.
The door here was also locked, but the locks weren’t strong and could be easily broken.
Throwing the removed lock aside, she kicked open the storage room door, revealing rows of neatly arranged blue storage boxes.
These boxes were all locked, and with the lock on the carriage door, it was a triple-layered protection.
Quite meticulous.
The main door key definitely couldn’t open the box locks, but that was no problem for Mo Li.
As an old assassin who had crawled on the edge of life and death, she could even open ordinary locks with a shoelace.
She took out two wires from her cloak, and after a bit of fiddling, there was a crisp click, and the lock fell to the ground.
“What is this?
Alchemy potion?”
Mo Li pondered as she toyed with the colorless potion she retrieved from the box.
She took out Mira Belle’s alchemy glasses, and soon a line of small text appeared underneath.
‘Ragnarok, Effect: Nullifies and blocks the bloodline abilities of blood mages below the seventh tier.
Creator: Cultist Larsenrad.’
“Cultist??…”
Seeing this word, Mo Li’s brows furrowed instantly.
In her past life, she had mistakenly joined the cult and hated those who disregarded human life, even more than she hated the nobles.
The thought of those nobles who pretended to despise cultists while secretly colluding with them made Mo Li sneer.
“Hey, hey, I’ve hijacked the goods, isn’t it about time for my reward?”
Mo Li poked the ring at her side, which emitted a few dim glows before becoming unresponsive.
Was this a sign to enter the ring to claim her reward?
Fine.
With the task completed, Mo Li should retreat.
Whatever the nobles and cultists were plotting was none of her business; staying a minute longer would only increase the danger.
These alchemy potions were destined not to be taken away in large quantities, so Mo Li kept three bottles on her and left.
The late autumn wind was bleak and chilly, and Mo Li squinted her eyes.
She originally planned to leave directly.
It wasn’t until she finished that she noticed another convoy hidden in the woods not far away.
Unlike this convoy, that one was clearly larger in scale and more luxuriously decorated.
Could it be that she targeted the wrong convoy?
Was the convoy in front just a decoy, and the truly valuable goods were arranged in the carriages behind?
The more Mo Li thought about it, the more she felt this was possible.
After all, she had already successfully plundered, yet the ring hadn’t reacted.
Perhaps the real goods were in the largest carriage at the back?
Moreover, with such magnificent exterior decoration, there must be a lot of valuable things inside, right?
Rubbing her hands, Mo Li decided to go and investigate.
Compared to the convoy of Count Trika, the convoy behind was much quieter, and calling it a convoy wasn’t quite accurate, as there was clearly only one carriage.
The fence made of precious metals and the high arched roof inlaid with pure gold resembled a crown adorned with jewels.
This exquisitely crafted carriage made Mo Li suspicious.
Did a carriage transporting goods need to be so aesthetically pleasing?
