Chapter 466 The Mysterious Masked Man
"Let's take the same route we took yesterday."

Standing outside the Senate, Asrai put his hands on his hips and said, "Let's go take a look at the good houses there and choose one that suits my taste."

Now that the Holy Will has been made, Asrai and Sharet have both opposition and support for the new guild on Autumn Dusk Island, but what can they do?

They were still counting on the Holy Grandson to provide them with jobs. Since that couldn't be changed, they might as well think about how to get a good score in the next craftsman exam.

Although Sharette still didn't quite understand what this so-called "exam" was, it should be similar to his master's "memory test".

Seeing that Sharette was silent, Aslai chuckled and said, "Don't worry, if you can't afford a house in the future, I will leave you an attic where you can live with my maid."

"Is our friendship worth only an attic?" Sharette said this as he followed Asrai toward the path. "I've already told you to forget it. We'll have to work for thirty or forty years without eating or drinking to afford that townhouse."

"Who said that? Didn't you listen to what the elders said today? A profitable workshop can make a net profit of 20 gold pounds a year. We have saved up that much in ten years."

"No, buddy, the craftsman exam hasn't even started yet, and you're already taking the first place?"

The two of them mocked each other, turned a corner, walked on the herringbone-patterned floor tiles, and headed towards the same path they had taken yesterday.

Since most of the townhouses have not been built yet, only two or three are occupied at this time. Therefore, although this area is at the northernmost end of the official residence square, not many people come here on weekdays.

It was close to noon, and the scorching sun shone through the roof, casting a long dark shadow path parallel to the eaves on the gray-white ground.

On this road of shadows, apart from the black cat resting on the wall, there were only Sharet and Asrai.

"Hmm?" Sharette's nose moved as he walked peacefully, and he sniffed twice.

"what happened?"

"Don't move here. I'll go over there and take a look. There is a smell of blood." Without waiting for Asrai to reply, Sharet walked towards the alley, while Asrai put the whistle in his mouth and stood guard.

There is still some tacit understanding between the two.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, Sharette felt familiar. Isn't this the place where he cleaned the sewer yesterday?
At this time, a temporary wooden fence was erected around the alley, tied with ropes, and a sign prohibiting entry was hung on it.

At that time, there were a few sewage workers here tinkering with the slime with wooden sticks. They said it would take a day to repair it, but now there is no sign of them.

There was still a foul odor in the air, but it was much fresher, with a sweet, fishy smell of rust added compared to yesterday.

Picking up a pointed wooden stick used to clear the sewer from the ground, Sharette slowly walked towards the remote alley where several sewage workers had cleared the sewer yesterday.

Sharrett poked half of his head out from behind the wall, his pupils shrinking slightly.

This is?

In the alley behind the corner, several bodies in gray were lying on the ground. They should be the sewage workers from yesterday.

In the shadows, Sharrett couldn't see their specific appearance or their wounds, but he was sure that these people had stopped breathing.

Murder? In Autumnset Island, the heart of the Savior Army?

Sharrett took two steps forward and was about to walk over to take a closer look, but suddenly stopped.

He remembered that there were only four sewage workers clearing the sewer yesterday, so why were there five bodies here?

"bass--"

There was a sound of metal rubbing violently on the ground, and Sharrett subconsciously raised his stick to block. The skills he had acquired in the war made him lean back subconsciously.

The tip of the sword, shining with a black luster, passed through the tip of Sharet's nose, cutting it into two halves.

Gritting his teeth, he kicked towards the abdomen of the "corpse" that jumped up from the ground, but the masked man easily dodged.

Sharrett leaned back and took two steps back, holding onto the wall and managing to avoid falling.

He looked up and saw a man wearing a hood and a white full face mask standing in the filthy alley on a hot day.

From within the wide cloak, a ray of cold light peeked out from the shadows, stained with scattered blood.

Is this an assassin? A gangster? Or a family feud?

Sharette didn't understand his identity, but he knew that people attacked him in the hope of killing him and silencing him.

Damn it, he didn't have a sword with him today.

Qiumu Island has a certain degree of control over swords, but it does not prohibit the wearing of swords.

In this era of low per capita quality, carrying weapons is common and necessary.

A large part of the residents of Qiumu Island are soldiers. The Papal State has been full of martial virtues since the beginning, so it is allowed to carry swords. According to the elders, if everyone has a sword, there will be no chaos.

However, the Papal Palace still requires citizens that if they carry swords or other weapons, they must place them where others can see them.

The use of clothing and cloaks to conceal weapons is not permitted, and the possession or storage of bows, crossbows, armor, and polearms is prohibited.

Sharrett had brought a rapier from Rapid City.

But he had to go to the Senate today, and he had to be searched and his weapons confiscated before entering, so he didn't bring any with him because he thought it was too much trouble.

I was deceived by the seemingly good security in Qiumu Island. There are still bad people!
"Blow the whistle, blow the whistle!" Sharet, with blood all over his face, shouted at Asrai behind him, enduring the pain in his nose.

"Dududu-"

Asrai puffed up his cheeks, blew hard, picked up the iron-clad short stick hanging at his waist, and rushed towards the man wearing the white mask.

Both of them were militiamen who had participated in the defense of Rapid City and had even received a month of swordsmanship training. They were naturally different from ordinary citizens.

Sharrett used the stick to block and deflect the masked man's two stabs, then he arched his body and jumped back to avoid the masked man's sweep.

The masked man stepped on the hard ground, grabbed a throwing knife from under his cloak, and threw it at Sharette and the other man.

"Dodge the arrows!" Shouting the command for defending the city, the two men fell to both sides at the same time, but the flying knife still pierced Sharet's thigh and Asrai's shoulder.

"God bless you! Die, murderer!"

After rolling on the ground and standing up again, Aslai raised his iron-headed cane high in the air. Regardless of the bleeding and pain in his shoulder, he smashed down at the masked man with wide eyes.

"Ding--"

Asrai's iron-headed stick hit the ground with a crisp sound, but it failed to hit the masked man.

The masked man seemed to have springs under his feet. He kicked off on the spot and jumped onto the wall amidst the flying gravel and dust.

Squatting on the wall, he held onto the eaves, his eyes narrowed under the mask, staring at the two craftsmen in front of him.

For some reason, Sharette had a creepy feeling that the masked man seemed to be thinking about whether to kill them.

However, the whistle blown by Asrai finally worked at this moment.

"Was there any robbery? Who?"

"Who's blowing the whistle?"

Two burly war monks appeared in a townhouse not far away. They broke open the door and rushed out of the courtyard, rushing towards this side like bulls.

"Here, here, there is a murder here." The overjoyed Sharette shouted to the war monks.

After seeing the monks' hammers on their waists and holy guns in their hands, the masked man's movements obviously paused, then turned around and ran away.

He was incredibly fast, jumping between the eaves and the walls. The lead bullet chasing him flew under his armpits and shoulders, and disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye.

"Will this make him run away?"

"Chase!"

The two war monks carried the holy guns on their backs and ran along the street with their long legs towards the figure that was jumping between the houses at agile speed.

The two war monks obviously had some breathing skills, and their legs left afterimages as they ran after the masked man's back.

Not until these people disappeared from their sight did Asrai and Sharet relax their bodies as if they had lost strength.

They touched the blood on their bodies and looked at each other with bitter smiles.

"What just happened? Two citizens."

As the two looked at each other, a young and serious voice came from behind Sharette and the other man.

They turned around and saw a blond young man with a golden gear medal on his collar sitting in a padded wheelchair and driving out of the villa they had just entered.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Jonal, and I'm a secretary monk in the gendarmerie." Jonal raised his hand and handed the gendarmerie badge to them. After they saw it clearly, he pulled out a paper folding board from under his butt.

"Tell me, what happened?"

(End of this chapter)