Chapter 113 Shadowwing Citadel
In Willowbrook Town, the slums, although it was still daytime, the Drunken Heart Bar was packed with red-named players walking the edge of darkness. However, among this crowd, a few green-named players stood out, looking out of place. These people were none other than Leo Ironblade of the Martial Alliance and his subordinates.
"CelestialParagon, I want you to kill someone. Name your price," Leo Ironblade said, looking at the cold-faced man drinking across from him.
The cold-faced man paid no attention to Leo Ironblade. With one arm wrapped around a curvaceous beauty, he engaged in lively conversation and laughter, while holding a bottle of beer in his other hand. His smile carried a sinister edge, exuding an aura of iciness.
Leo Ironblade's face immediately darkened.
Simon Hemdrift, standing beside him, suddenly slammed the table and cursed, "Did you hear us? We're talking to you! Don't you dare play dead and ignore us!"
The moment Simon Hemdrift finished speaking, a glimmering dagger swiftly sliced across his neck, piercing into his chest before being forcefully dragged down, leaving behind a deep and grievous wound. The technique was flawless. Simon Hemdrift didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground.
"CelestialParagon, what are you doing? I'm here to talk business. What do you mean by killing my subordinate?" Leo Ironblade shouted angrily, but he didn't dare to make a move. He knew that if he did, he would end up like Simon Hemdrift.
"Because I felt like it. Got a problem with that?" CelestialParagon casually twirled the dagger and looked at Leo Ironblade with a cold smile.
"You..." Leo Ironblade was furious but didn't dare to curse out loud.
In real life, CelestialParagon was an assassin with quite a reputation, and in the game, he was a top player. However, few people knew about him, and those who did were almost always his assassination targets. Leo Ironblade had been killed by CelestialParagon several times in the martial arts game, which is how he knew him.
CelestialParagon had a peculiar temperament. If he wasn't interested in something, no amount of money could make him do it. He only took on tasks that intrigued him and had never failed once. Threatening or forcing CelestialParagon usually resulted in a bad outcome for the person making the request.
Leo Ironblade had seen a client insist that CelestialParagon kill a player back to level zero. CelestialParagon didn't want to do it, and the client, who had a bad temper, threatened to deal with CelestialParagon as well. The result was that the client was killed back to level zero and had to delete his account and start over.
Observing Leo Ironblade's silence, CelestialParagon smiled, reclined in his chair, and resumed drinking with the beauty beside him, seemingly unaffected by the recent events.
Simon Hemdrift's death in the bar didn't attract any attention from other players because such things happened every day here. Everyone was used to it.
Leo Ironblade took several deep breaths to calm his anger.
"CelestialParagon, don't be so quick to refuse. If I tell you the name of the person, you'll definitely be interested," Leo Ironblade said seriously.
CelestialParagon still didn't care, treating Leo Ironblade as if he were air.
"His name is Kai Blackthorn, an incredibly skilled player. I simply want you to defeat him, reducing him to level zero or compelling him to delete his account and start anew. Name your price for the task." Leo Ironblade took out a video and sent it to CelestialParagon. The video showed Leo Ironblade himself being killed by Eric. One sword, eight shadows, unstoppable. The final strike was as swift as lightning, impossible to block.
After watching the video, CelestialParagon showed some interest and said, "One million credits, paid upfront."
Hearing the price, Leo Ironblade's heart twitched. He had expected CelestialParagon's price to be based on the target's skill level, usually around a hundred thousand. He hadn't expected Eric to be worth a million.
"Alright, give me your account details, and I'll transfer the money. How long will you need?" Leo Ironblade gritted his teeth, determined to take out Eric even if it meant spending his entire fortune.
"Five days," CelestialParagon said, smiling excitedly as he looked at Eric's video.
With CelestialParagon's assurance, Leo Ironblade could already imagine Eric going mad after being killed back to level zero. He transferred the money to CelestialParagon.
Meanwhile, Eric had arrived at Shadowwing Citadel.
Shadowwing Citadel was one of the most mysterious cities in Divine Realms: Legends, far more prosperous than Eldoria Capital. Standing on the streets, one could see magnificent European medieval architecture everywhere. Even at night, it was a city that never slept, with lights shining brightly.
Even the NPCs walking on the streets were over level 100, with many being second or even third-tier professions. There were rumors circulating that the lord of Shadowwing Citadel possessed such immense power that even the king of Eldoria had to display deference and avoid provoking him.
Shadowwing Citadel had many interesting things to explore, and it would take at least a few weeks to see everything. Many master craftsmen of various life professions lived here, and their creations were often sold in shops. You could also buy unique items from different countries, something you wouldn't find in ordinary big cities.
The most famous place was the auction house, which held auctions once a week, selling rare items from NPCs, including Obsidian Level equipment. This was something you couldn't buy elsewhere, which was why the high-ranking members of various factions wanted to come here.
Ordinary players could only come here to sightsee because they couldn't afford the items sold by NPCs. Additionally, there were no wild monsters or quests here, so it was impossible to level up. It was purely a trade city, a paradise for wealthy players.
"The auction starts in two hours. I'll buy some specialties first," Eric said, checking the time. Seeing that it was still early, he hired a carriage to take him to the commercial street of Shadowwing Citadel.
Shadowwing Citadel was so large that it would take two to three hours to walk to the commercial street. Most people paid for a carriage ride, although it wasn't cheap, starting at one silver coin and varying based on distance. Ordinary players probably couldn't even afford the carriage ride...
After approximatelyt ten minutes, Eric disembarked from the carriage and arrived at an engineering shop.
The shop wasn't big, just a two-story building with an old wooden sign above the door that read "Kurtz Workshop."
It looked unremarkable, but Eric knew that this workshop was run by Cruciverbalist, a master engineer and the only engineering master in Shadowwing Citadel. Other engineering shops were run by engineering masters or engineers, and although they seemed impressive, their products were expensive and poor in quality. Eric had been scammed by these shops in the past.
Eric pushed the door open and entered.
The shop was tended by a shy girl with two ponytails named Luciora.
If one used Insightful Gaze, one would find that this seemingly delicate girl was actually an Elementalist, a second-tier mage at level 100.
A level 100 second-tier mage could easily wipe out a place like Willowbrook Town. If anyone dared to cause trouble here, they would be turned to ashes.
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