12 Chapter 12 Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness_1

The formal knight Laplace, who was at Manuel Wild Boar's side, rode his horse around the carnivorous flower garden, shaking his head. "As long as that witch is still casting spells, we can't approach the tavern."

"Manuel, I think it's better to retreat for now and notify the Captain (Wild Boar Knight) when we get back."

Manuel Wild Boar's face turned livid. "We're just one step away."

"Laplace, you coward."

"Can't you all see that the witch is cornered!"

"She's risking her life to prevent us from going upstairs, wanting to face us head-on. This means we can surely find her weakness if we can just get upstairs."

Laplace decisively rejected this idea.

"That magical spell…as long as she's casting that spell...we can't get close."

"It would be better for you to be more realistic."

Suddenly, the situation took a dramatic turn.

The humpbacked old man, the tavern clerk cum waiter cum horse tender, who had been cowering and trembling in a corner as if terribly afraid, suddenly stood up.

A sharp knife emerged from his hump, tearing through it. A small youth squeezed out from the old man's hump.

He was dressed in light leather armor, holding a strangely shaped dagger in his hand.

The old man himself had fallen to the ground.

The tavern owner—Heartless Rayli, feeling hit hard by the death of his loyal old servant, tried to help him up, but touched the hollow area where the old man's entrails had been removed.

This old man had been dead for a while!

It was the assassin who had been manipulating the old man's corpse!

Heartless Rayli immediately recalled this notorious assassin group—the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness!

This was their infamous Corpse Hiding Skill, an extremely terrifying assassination technique.

Disgusting indeed, but undeniably very hard to guard against.

But who was he attempting to assassinate here?

The assassin was seen to strike the spell-casting headless body of the old witch with lightning speed, disrupting her spell casting. The carnivorous flowers around them drooped their heads, as if left without direction, sinking into strange silence.

Manuel Wild Boar, Laplace, and the other knights and attendants were all stunned by this.

No one had anticipated such a twist when the battlefield was at a stalemate.

Who was this invading assassin?

Why did he suddenly attack the witch, interrupting her spell?

Manuel Wild Boar reacted the fastest. He spurred his horse, leading it to jump over the carnivorous flowers now dormant, and passing the witch and The Black Wolf, he ran towards upstairs.

Simultaneously, the knights who had been blocked outside also stormed in, intending to head straight to the fourth floor.

The old witch and assassin were entangled. She scribbled furiously with immense anger, "Fool, who are you?"

But the young assassin spoke in a tone devoid of emotion: "This humble one is but a nameless little man."

"I was indeed startled when I saw Hearthstone Grand Witch and Demon Hunter Black Wolf together with my target."

"I never thought that a down-and-out prince, a powerless waste, chased out of his own country and stripped of all his possessions, would even be with you."

"How could I ever hope to assassinate him successfully with you there?"

"However, opportunity always favors the prepared."

"The arrival of the Wild Boar Knights Group is my opportunity."

"Should I bring back Ivita's head, I can report back to Prince Jalen of Alsace."

"The Wild Boar Knights Group are charging upstairs, so it seems they will not only take the witch's head, but also kill Ivita along the way."

"Anyway, since that waste is going to die, telling you about the situation doesn't matter."

He got one thing wrong.

Seeing Hearthstone Grand Witch and Ivita together, he subconsciously assumed that Hearthstone Grand Witch had kidnapped the destitute prince.

But he did not expect that the actual relationship was the other way round.

That's why the assassin thought that Ivita was on the fourth floor guarding the witch's head.

He didn't foresee that the witch was stopping the knights from disturbing Ivita's ritual, rather than defending her own head.

The old witch rapidly scribbled in the air with her left hand. "Black Wolf, what are you doing, hurry up and stop them."

"Hurry!"

The Demon Hunter Black Wolf was tangled by more than a dozen knight attendants, unable to fight them off.

On the rooftop, the Old Witch's head, was thinking that this is bad.

The Old Witch's head jumped off the windowsill and turned to stare at the door.

She was guessing how long it would take for them to reach the fourth floor and open the wooden door.

The Old Witch looked at Ivita next to her, Ivita had already written down the sixth god name - Mahakala Shiva.

Mahakala Shiva is the head of the three aspects of the god from the Polodo Cult, his main role is destruction.

After inscribing the name of Mahakala Shiva, the Tree of Life Spirit Energy turned from a green color to a deep red color.

Each branching limb turned into a dangerous shade of blood-red.

At the same time, the Tree of Life Spirit Energy showed previously unseen drastic changes, every second the Tree of Life Spirit Energy was changing into dozens of shapes.

A burst of drum sounds appeared near Ivita's ears, along with indescribable impact sounds.

This seemed like the dance of destruction from the god of destruction.

The Old Witch shouted, "Your Highness, quickly drink the Magic Awakening Potion."

"Those fools are coming soon."

Ivita gritted his teeth, he felt his eyes getting hotter and hotter, it seemed as if his mouth was cut open by a knife, he even found his mouth was cracked, but he wasn't sure if it was just an illusion due to the fever.

At the same time, his back felt as if it had been slashed by ten thousand knives.

What is going to happen?

What's wrong with me?

No, I can't die.

The strong survival instinct made him extend his hand to the Magic Awakening Potion on the ground.

The door opened at this moment.

A strong airflow rushed into the room, in an instant, the six candles around Ivita were all blown out by the wind.

The Old Witch opened her mouth wide.

It's over, it's over.

Ivita didn't have time to drink the Magic Awakening Potion!

Manuel Wild Boar kicked open the door with the legs of his steed, he glanced around the room triumphantly and found the Witch's head and a boy with his head down, as well as an unfinished ceremony.

"Aha, look what I found, what kind of harmful ceremony is the witch doing again?"

"I happened to catch it in time."

"Hearthstone Witch, today is your day to die!"

"Without a body, you are not my opponent."

"The great Knights in the church will kill you, and then I will become a hero in the mouths of the wandering poets."

Manuel Wild Boar was immersed in a beautiful fantasy.

When he saw the witch, he subconsciously ignored the second person in the room - Ivita.

In his view, that was just a pitiful person kidnapped by the Hearthstone Witch, an insignificant minor character.

In their confrontation between these two important figures, the only outcome for such a small character is to be affected and die.

Pitiful, meaningless, and unremarkable.

The Old Witch's head roughly stared at Manuel Wild Boar. "You self-righteous fool, what have you done!"

"Do you know what you just did?"

"Do you know what existence you have provoked!"

Manuel Wild Boar scornfully laughed. "Are you trying to confuse me? There are only you and that kid in this room, who else could I have offended? Give up, I finally caught you at your weakest. Hahaha..."

"You..." The Old Witch suddenly fell silent and looked at Manuel Wild Boar in horror. "How could.....this be..."

Manuel Wild Boar suddenly felt something on his shoulder, which filled him with fear and rage.

Because a knight's back cannot face an enemy!

Once it happens, it is the knight's shame and also his crisis.

And when did a third person appear in this room, and when did he appear behind him?

Why didn't he notice any traces beforehand?