LRAB Chapter 18: The Assassin's Heartbeat?
Chapter 18: The Assassin's Heartbeat?
As the number of members in the gaming group grew to three hundred, the number of registered users on the game's official website also reached one hundred and sixty-four.
Viserys was overjoyed.
Keep in mind that there are only thirty Unsullied members in the Illyrio Guard.
Now our governor is truly determined to clash with Viserys in the future. With 170 players versus 30 Unsullied, the advantage is on our side.
Meanwhile, it was owl time, and the rested finger mouse slowly opened its eyes.
Following the methods of assassins in movies and TV dramas, Zhi Shu Wei Ya wrapped a short knife in a black cloth, then pulled up his hood, hiding himself under his black clothes, and tiptoed out of the room.
Stepping out of the room into the courtyard, the Unsullied who had been guarding the place during the day had vanished, leaving only the chirping of insects and birds that broke the silence.
Pointing at a mouse as a duck, he recalled the route he had memorized during the day and felt his way out of the courtyard along the base of the wall.
Surprisingly, contrary to his expectations of guards patrolling with torches, he sneaked all the way to the suspicious kitchen without encountering a single patrolling guard.
"We didn't see a soul along the way, but there were two guards standing at the entrance to a kitchen. No one would believe there wasn't something shady going on inside!"
Pointing at the unblemished one, who stood like a statue guarding the entrance with a torch in hand, he was immediately certain that there must be information inside that would allow him to complete his mission.
Looking around, he realized that if this were Assassin's Creed, he would have already charged in head-on.
Unfortunately, this game is just too much. With my weak physique, I'm afraid I'll have spent all my kingdom coins by trying to call a mouse a duck. Even with the two free resurrections in the game, I'm afraid I'm no match for the armored guards wielding spears.
Naming a mouse a duck, he calmly circled the area where the kitchen was located and actually found a low wall that he could climb over.
Out of caution, he pointed at the mouse and mistook it for a duck, took a stone out of his pocket, and then threw it into the courtyard.
Hearing the sound of the stone hitting the ground, and after waiting for a while to make sure no one was behind the wall, the finger mouse made some distance from the duck, and then took a running start and jumped over the wall.
As soon as he landed, he glanced at the mouse and then rolled over, hiding behind a cart used for hauling swill. He was dressed in black.
Covering his mouth and nose, he pointed at a mouse and mistook it for a duck, frowning as he surveyed the pitch-black surroundings.
The characters created in the game are almost identical to modern people in terms of physiology. Therefore, without the influence of night blindness, they can roughly see their surroundings by pointing at mice and calling them ducks.
creak~
The clanging sound from the wooden door made Zhishuweiya's forehead break out in a cold sweat, but thankfully the room was pitch black and there was no one there.
Pointing at a mouse as a duck, he took out a match-like flammable object from his pocket, which he had borrowed from the contestants who had played with fire and wet the bed, and lit it in his hand.
As a small spark was ignited, the dog, calling a mouse a duck, used the faint light to survey its surroundings.
The kitchen was cluttered with cooking utensils and bags of ingredients for tomorrow.
There seemed to be nothing suspicious, but judging by the fact that it was a mouse being mistaken for a duck, it must be the same as the kind of room with a hidden compartment shown on TV.
He immediately started searching around the kitchen, mistaking a mouse for a duck, but after working up a sweat, he found nothing.
"Isn't it in the kitchen?" Zhishu asked somewhat uncertainly. Could it be in the warehouse?
He had finished observing the courtyard, and apart from the kitchen, the only place he considered a house, a place to hide things and people, was the warehouse.
Clutching the short knife wrapped in black cloth in his hand, he glanced at the kitchen one last time before turning to leave.
"grass!"
In the instant he turned around, mistaking a mouse for a duck, a rusty axe came crashing down in the dim light of the fire.
The finger-mouse-turned-duck had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the axe slammed into its face.
The attacker used such force that he sliced off half of the man's mouth, along with his chin, from which the man had been mistaking a rat for a duck.
After the mouse was knocked to the ground like a duck, the attacker did not stop, but instead swung his axe to finish it off.
After hacking away four or five times, he disappeared into the darkness, panting heavily.
After a while, seeing that the corpse lying on the ground still did not react, a glimmer of light appeared in the darkness.
In the flickering firelight, the attacker who had called a mouse a duck was none other than the butcher who had stared at the other man's back with a fierce gaze during the day.
The butcher casually set the axe aside and prepared to deal with the corpse in front of him. He sniffed and was about to approach when a sudden change occurred.
骇！
The corpse on the ground actually stood up!
The man who had been chopped so badly that his ear was almost touching his shoulder suddenly straightened up, leaving only half of his face. He then turned his gaze to the butcher.
This bizarre scene even stunned the ruthless butcher, leaving him momentarily speechless.
The next moment!
"what!"
The butcher, mistaking a mouse for a duck, let out a low growl, catching the unsuspecting butcher so off guard that he gasped for breath.
The next instant, Zhishuweiya brandished a short knife, quickly moved closer, and plunged the white knife in his hand into the butcher's chest before the butcher could dodge.
puff!puff!puff!
With three consecutive stabs, the burly butcher collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.
"You'll scare me to death!"
"This damn game, the pain level isn't 100%, but it's probably at least 30 or 40%. Damn it, why make it so realistic! Players aren't a masochistic group!"
Amidst the incessant cursing, the wounds from calling a mouse a duck began to slowly heal, and his mangled face, which had been hacked to pieces, began to grow a chin again.
"spit!"
Spitting out the blood in his mouth, he pointed at the mouse and pulled out his little flower, once again using the faint light to examine the darkness not far away.
Upon seeing this, I laughed heartily, realizing that my wasted life had not been in vain!
A dark hole appeared in the sight of the person who was calling a mouse a duck.
"So I was wondering where he came from. I was right, there really are secret passages and hidden chambers here."
He muttered to himself, glancing at the butcher's corpse and cursing under his breath that it was so bloody that it passed censorship and was visible to players. "Damn it, that's disgusting."
After seeing that there was a rope ladder leading up and down the hole, he went down the ladder without hesitation.
This kind of heart-wrenching work, similar to tomb raiding or exploring haunted houses, is something no one in real life would dare to do alone, even if it involved mistaking a mouse for a duck.
But it's just a game; he's already killed people, so why would he be afraid of a mere secret passage?
pat.
"The sewers?" The mouse, having just landed, frowned and uttered a sound as it felt the wet ground.
Call ~
He blew on the dim firelight in his hand, gripped the dagger tightly, and began to walk along the only passage that appeared before him.