Steller Captain Lv. 24

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Warrior Lv. 21

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Seaman Lv. 23

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Blade Warrior Lv. 19

There was a text in front of me when I opened my eyes, but I slid it away. There is no joy in my heart seeing myself level.

Instead, there is shock, pain, and grief.

They had come for me specifically; sent two Lv. 30 powerhouses, along with a party of Lv. 20+ and Lv. 25+ powerhouses, all of them experienced in naval combat.

It needs planning and a lot of money, and they are willing to spend it to kill me. They nearly did and the only reason I had even survived was due to the freaky luck and exceptional people around me.

The gravity of it is weighing me down.

I stayed staring blankly for a few minutes before getting up from the bed and walking out of the cabin.

My body aches and my bandages feel itchy as I walk. The potions had done their job and now it was my body to do it.

It will take a few days for me to recover fully.

Though, I will need to see a healer. The ship's healer had seen me but said I should see a higher-level one, in case he had missed something.

I hadn’t just suffered cuts, but wooden shrapnel had pierced me, and my bones were broken. It needs deeper care than simply drinking the potion.

“You should be resting,” I said to Jon, following behind me.

Like everyone else, he had also suffered injuries, but his injuries were lighter compared to me and others.

Still, he fought an intense battle and needed rest.

“I will after we reach Port Midlet,” he replied, and I shook my head, knowing he wouldn’t listen, even if I pressed.

Soon, I reach the infirmary, where two people standing guard. They opened the door and let me in.

I walked into a small infirmary with seven beds. All of them are occupied by people who fought the battle, including Stone and Zela.

I turned to Stone, who was still unconscious, with bronze light coming off him. Though it had become much fainter. It was not noticeable unless one really looked at him clearly.

Like earlier, there are some people around him.

He is a curiosity, an object of great fascination and research. He is an elder blood, who is in the process of awakening.

People rarely get to see such things.

“Has he woken up?” I asked the healer, who was by Stone, and he shook his head. I nodded and turned to Zela, who had woken up.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I stopped at her bed. “Other than tired. Good,” she replied.

“You should rest then,” I said gently.

It hadn’t been even five hours since we had come to the military ship and with the battle she had fought.

She needs to rest for at least a day.

She smiled, but soon, her expression turned serious.

“There is a message from Count Darrow; he wants to talk to you directly,” she replied. “I will message him,” I replied, to which, she shook her head.

“He wants to talk to you directly. He said, it is extremely important,” she spoke, and I hesitated before shaking my head.

“Take a rest; I will talk to him after you wake up,” I said. The Count wouldn’t like it, but he would understand.

Currently, only Zela knows the spell; I don’t know whether any shop mages knew, which is unlikely, but even if they knew. I wouldn’t trust them in communication, seeing how Count had used ‘extremely important’.

He doesn’t use those words lightly.

“I can support the spell for a few minutes,” she said, extending her hand. I hesitated for a second before placing my hand in hers.

There must be something really important. It might be related to the assassination attempt; he might be able to find out who was behind it.

I really want to know who is that that wants to kill and is willing to spend huge money and have enough connections to make it happen.

She picked up her staff, and it lit up.

For a few seconds, there was nothing, before I felt something clicking.

‘Mage Zela connecting to High-Mage York,’ said Zela. ‘Mage York connecting to Mage Zela,’ said Mage York from the other side.

‘High-Mage. I am still recovering and won’t be able to support the connection for more than four minutes,’ said Zela.

“Understood. Mage Zela,” said Mage York.

“My lord,” I greeted.

For a few seconds, there was no reply, before the sound of Count Darrow rang out and it was somber.

“Listen carefully, what I have to say, Remus,” said Count Darrow, without any niceties. He didn’t even ask me about my health.

“In the morning, there are thirty-one assassination attempts across the thirteen cities of the renwell region.”

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“Of which, nineteen had succeeded. Our city had three, if we count one, on you at the sea. The other two are on the Ulnas Regis and Beaumont,”

“Ulnas Regis is dead,” he said.

For a few seconds, I wasn’t able to process it all. It is like a powerful earthquake hit my heart.

I had expected many things, but not this.

The sheer scale of it was too big; the ones who did it are very powerful, with vast fortune and connections and I am one of their targets.

It made me feel worse.

Earlier, I had thought; I had been targeted specifically and now I realized that I am part of the list, which means it is very likely, that I will be targeted again.

“Is the information complete?” I asked. “There are likely more assassination attempts. We will know soon enough, till then, take care of yourself, and don’t go anywhere, without adequate security,” replied Count.

“What about the negotiations?” I asked. “It is up to you,” he replied.

“I will come back after finishing the negotiations,” I said. “Do that, but take extreme care and return safely,” he finished.

“Mage York, out,” said Mage York, and cut the connection.

“Take a rest,” I said to Zela, who obviously looked more tired than before.

She nodded, before laying down on the bed.

I talked to the other injured people, before walking out of the infirmary. When I saw the middle-aged man in a white uniform, coming toward it.

He is a tall man, with sea-blue eyes and sandy brown hair and features, that made him look always serious.

“Adviser Silver, I hope you are feeling well?” asked the man. “All thanks to your care, Commander Forson,” I replied, and the man smiled.

He is Taylor Forson, commander of the ship I am on.

“Still, you should rest. The battle you had fought was quite tough,” he said, and I smiled.

I talked to him for a few minutes before walking toward the deck. Which had a lot of men on it, ready to face any battle. Beside us was another ship, while the third one had gone to chase the enemy with another ship.

Which they will be unlikely to find; I am now even more sure about it than before.

Those people are with powerful backing and with that Aquamancer with them; it will be hard to catch them.

It would actually surprise me if they were found.

They might have if it had been on the coast of the mainland, where it is heavily patrolled and powerful people manned the ship, but here in this area, it is unlikely to happen.

I walked to the railing, looked at the calm sea, and thought about my worries.

Till the morning, I used to think, things were dangerous, but I didn’t see the danger at all.

Things are dangerous now and they will get even more dangerous.

It is hard to say, who wants to kill us? If it had been only me, I have a list in my mind, but they have targeted people from all cities in the Renwell region. This means they are someone who had an eye on the entire region.

The more I think about it; the more names appear in my head.

Including that of Navr, despite knowing that assassination is not the modus operandi of the undead kingdom unless they are doing it for the powerful bodies and even that is rare.

They prefer to take the bodies on the battlefield.

If it had been Navr, the Count would have hinted it.

I would need more data to make an educated guess. Currently, the only thing I know is that they have targeted people from all the cities of the region and three had been targeted at Greltheaven.

There might be more, and I will know soon enough.

An hour and a half passed and Port Midlet came into view.

It is a big city, bigger than Greltheaven and the size of Deerpond, with walls and buildings made of sandstone and painted in beautiful colors.

Port Midlet is said to be the most beautiful city in the whole region, and it is the truth.

The colorful buildings look beautiful in the backdrop of wasteland and ocean.

The city also had the blessing of the crown prince and bore good chances to dethrone to become the richest and most developed city in the region.

It is one of the reasons why the lord of Deerpond agreed to trade with Navr after months of dragging his feet and due to that, Port Midlet also agreed despite them hating our guts.

They couldn’t afford to let Deerpond go far too ahead, that they couldn’t catch up.

I do not care what their reasons are, what I care, they agreed. I planned to finish negotiations here as soon as possible, before returning home.

However, the first thing I am going to do after disembarking is hire the mercenaries for my protection. The assassins might come again, and I am going to get the best mercenaries the city has to offer.

Many of our men are injured and even if they were not; I would have still hired the mercenaries.

I am too scared and paranoid now to care about anything else than my security. This time, I didn’t even have to care about the money, as the city will foot the bill.