A few days after Carl's death was announced, there was a somber atmosphere in the mansion that filled Evans with satisfaction.
Now Evans walked through the halls and the servants were more concerned about the murders than his presence.
"Just wait, I still remember some faces that must pay for having offended me; I will purge the vermin."
Hunting tournament.
Evans traveled in a carriage with plenty of comforts, well-padded seats, magic ice stones to control the temperature, and a small compartment for food. In addition to Ana, Aria and Lizet were in the carriage. Aria played with a stuffed bear and Lizet watched her.
"I have prepared 4 vials with my energy, I must put them to good use"
Evans checked to make sure everything was in place.
The trip lasted about three hours, everyone got off at a place near an immense forest; Aria, seeing the forest, hid behind her brother.
-Don't be afraid my little one; if you get lost in the forest; I will not leave a single tree standing; In the end we will meet again and I will read you a story.
The tournament camp was made up of almost a hundred tents belonging to nobles of different ranks. There were nobles who walked accompanied by their slaves to demonstrate their status and power.
"What fools! In this world, when you find yourself alone, only your skills can save you. Since you never know when the world will betray you."
Evans stopped, again his ideas came from the deepest and most indecipherable part of his being.
- Brother? -Aria asked, since she didn't know why they had stopped.
-Don't worry, let's continue. -Evans responded to Aria.
As they walked he carefully observed the surroundings.
When they arrived at the tent assigned to them, everyone sat down, except the servants.
A horn sounded.
Shortly after, Duke Alfred approached the tent and with a somber and indifferent attitude explained:
-We will divide into two groups; One will be made up of nine warriors, Henry and I; The rest of the 8 warriors present will escort Evans and Osvald; Aria will stay with Evans' maid and his apprentice Lizet. Prepare!
Near Noon. Evans, Osvald and the warriors who accompanied them entered the forest, as they went deeper they heard moans, a man in an elegant suit was fucking a half-elf slave.
-That miserable noble must have spent a fortune on that slave; They say that half-elves cost a minimum of 10,000 gold coins.
-What is 10,000 coins for that guy?
As they continued talking Evans looked away and remained alert.
There were areas in the forest with a greater density of trees and others that were a little clear. One of the warriors pointed out an area whose concentration of trees was not excessive but not sparse either:
-That is a good area; We will surely find a medium or low level magical beast, but it will be enough for this group.
Evans would have believed his words as they made sense, but since he was alert he could sense a slight murderous intent.
Even so, Evans walked in silence, escorted by the warriors, in one hand he had one of the elixirs he had prepared, and at his waist was a small sword of the ideal size for his current body.
Cut! Blood!
Stab! Blood!
The warrior who made the recommendation suddenly cut the captain's back and then stabbed him in the neck, causing his death.
The rest of the six warriors had already taken out their weapons, but about 5 warriors dressed as mercenaries with their faces covered came out of the forest.
The five warriors were at the fourth rank except for one who was at the fifth rank.
Seeing the blood and the Captain's body, Osvald falls to the ground on his buttocks, urinates and begins to cry. The men laugh. On the other hand, to Evans it seems like the behavior of an average child at the age of 8.
-Kill them! Capture the duke's children! -Ordered the mercenary who was at the fifth rank
"They're still trying to make this look like a simple kidnapping."
Evans looked at the 6 warriors who faced the 4 mercenaries and the infiltrator.
Evans walked to the root of a tree and sat down to record every movement of the mercenaries and warriors in his mind.
The mercenary leading the group looked at Evans in bewilderment.
"What the hell is that bastard doing? Why does he look like he's not afraid?" These were questions that arose in the mind of the leader of the attackers who immediately began to observe the surroundings to make sure that Evans did not have any hidden escort.
Cut! Blood!
The neck of one of the warriors was cut and blood gushed out; Faced with that scene, the morale of the rest of the warriors was reduced and that insecurity was taken advantage of by the mercenaries.
Cut! Blood!
A severed arm flew into the air, but the owner of the arm did not have time to scream, because he was decapitated by another mercenary.
There were only 4 warriors left, three of them dropped their weapons or lowered their hands, only one of them still held his sword; The brave warrior was a young man with tanned white skin, brown hair and brown eyes. Despite how dire the situation was, he continued trying to cover the duke's children.
"That warrior will be a good personal guard for Aria"
Evans poured the liquid from the vial onto his sword, and a few seconds later.
Magic cut!
Rain of blood!