Kill them all to cover their tracks, leaving not even the slightest shred of a possibility for the enemy.
God knows what those inhumane slave traders will boast about to the prostitutes once they return to town.
Soon enough, Veronica eavesdropped on the information. Everyone was talking about how a grand banquet would be held here tonight.
Their target would also appear at the banquet. It would be a perfect opportunity to strike.
But the target was sure to be heavily guarded, making it difficult to get close. It wasn’t just them; many people wanted the life of the master of this establishment.
The previous master of this place was killed by Veronica, which led to this place falling into the hands of the Royal Family. Looking back now, it was probably a setup too.
Once a place like this falls into the hands of the Royal Family, it becomes a complete aristocratic enterprise.
From then on, it can never be returned to the common people. Even if the aristocratic boss dies, only a new aristocrat will take over.
Class is irreversible; class cannot be easily broken.
Next, Veronica began looking for an opportunity to make contact with her team.
On the other side, Samimi and Fabiana were still wasting time in the guest room.
The two sat on the sofa chatting about life and values. They felt that coming to this high-class establishment was strangely familiar, like returning home.
“I’ve seen similar institutions in the Church. Those two former Archbishops of mine used the Sheep Cleric Symposium as a front, but they were actually secretly grooming young, beautiful priests to be selected as wives by the powerful and influential. In essence, it’s no different from this place,” Samimi said as she brewed tea.
After a lot of effort searching through dozens of bottles of alcohol in the guest room’s liquor cabinet, she finally found a box of Noble Tea. The flavor was quite good.
No wonder, since people who come to a place like this are here to drink alcohol; very few people drink tea.
“…My aunt was a Church priest,” Fabiana said quietly, lowering her head.
“After all, how many aristocratic ladies of equal social standing are there to go around? And marrying a priest wife who knows healing and wellness is practically the dream of countless aristocratic men. If it were me, I’d choose a gentle and home-making priest, rather than marry some bad-tempered aristocratic lady and have to worship her,” Samimi laughed.
“Do you actually approve of this system that exploits women?” Fabiana asked with a frown.
“I once went undercover in the Sheep Cleric Symposium for a while. I don’t fully agree with it, but for a system to exist, there must be a reason for its existence. Before I stepped up, priests were looked down upon in the combat system that focused on firepower output. Even I was kicked out of your team, so you can imagine the situation for other priests,” Samimi said, pouring her a cup of tea.
Fabiana was momentarily at a loss for words.
“But don’t misunderstand me. Just because I say it has a reason for existing doesn’t mean I can accept a place like this. I can grudgingly accept the Sheep Cleric Symposium, but that doesn’t mean I can accept this place. The first thing I did after taking power was to give the Sheep Clerics a difficult but free path: if they don’t want to become aristocratic wives, they can become Battle Priests. But I don’t think the girls here have that choice,” Samimi said, taking a gentle sip of tea.
“If something shouldn’t exist, we should destroy it,” Fabiana said.
“Destroying it is simple, and then what? You kill all the bad guys, but what happens to these girls? Do you just leave them to fend for themselves?” Samimi asked in return.
“I…” Fabiana was suddenly speechless.
“Things aren’t as simple as you think. Executing justice isn’t something you can end by just killing all the bad guys,” Samimi said, leaning back on the sofa with a sigh. “Don’t mess things up later. Remember our target, and don’t cause trouble.”
“…” Fabiana didn’t respond. She just picked up the teacup and downed it in one gulp, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Samimi, who looked completely casual on the surface, was actually digging a pit for Fabiana. You could even say she was performing a kind of “Reverse Psychology.”
She knew very well that people like Fabiana are naturally a bit rebellious. Tell her to go east, and she’ll head west.
Even after experiencing many setbacks, she’s just become less naive; her nature hasn’t changed.
So, when Samimi said “don’t do this,” she was actually hinting at the opposite.
If something really goes wrong later, just go ahead and kill all those scumbags, whether they’re the target or not. Leave not a single one alive.
Sure enough, Fabiana’s train of thought had already been influenced by this Reverse Psychology.
The more Samimi said not to do it, the more Fabiana felt she had to.
“If you can overturn an entire system in the Church, how can I, Fabiana, not be able to do it?”
Obviously, this “guidance” was starting to get a little out of control.
Samimi originally just wanted her to clean up the scumbag aristocrats here, but Fabiana had already expanded her mental target to purging the entire World’s degenerate aristocrats.
Just then—
“Click!” The door to the guest room was pushed open.
A Madam led several maids inside, ready to perform a physical examination on the two of them.
Under normal circumstances, the two would never be so obedient; they would definitely resist. But they quickly noticed something.
One of the maids looked extremely familiar.
Wasn’t that Veronica?
That woman had actually disguised herself as a maid and infiltrated the place. Since she could be a maid, why did they have to be slaves?
The Madam and the maids took the two of them to a magnificent, golden bathroom.
Before being “presented to the masters,” they had to be washed clean.
“Bring them to me once they’re clean,” the Madam instructed before leaving.
“New girl, you wash them.” The older maids passed the work to the newcomer and also left.
But they didn’t go far; they just sat outside the bathroom door chatting.
Only three people were left in the bathroom: two “slaves” and one “new maid.”
“We were almost about to start a fight. If you hadn’t shown up, we would have acted,” Samimi whispered.
“There’s a big banquet tonight. The target will appear. The plan is for you to wait for my signal, cause a disturbance outside, and draw away the security forces. I’ll take the chance to get close to the target, subdue them, and interrogate for information,” Veronica whispered back.
“We don’t need to make a direct move?” Fabiana asked.
“Your harassment and guidance are crucial,” Veronica said. “By the way, where’s Niubao?”
“She’s locked up,” Samimi answered.
“Without your equipment, how much of your strength can you use?” Veronica frowned.
“About ninety-nine percent,” Samimi said casually.
“Stop joking. Be serious,” Veronica’s tone turned heavy.
“Don’t worry, we can handle it. Plus, I have a long-range ‘Cattle Summoning Spell.’ No matter how far away, I can call her over,” Samimi explained.
“Good. Just wash up quickly. Don’t let the people outside get suspicious.”
Veronica picked up a brush and started scrubbing their backs. She was quite dedicated to playing the role of a maid.
That was the basic skill of an Assassin—without acting skills, you can’t be a real assassin.
A cold Executioner can only be considered third-rate; only a “master actor” who can perfectly disguise themselves can become a first-class assassin.