Green Monster Epic

Chapter 415: Late Night Visitor

“Has the Guild put out a hit on me?”

The Assassin's Guild's third underground level was specifically for dealing with experts at the Legendary level and above. Allen, wearing a bronze mask with distinctive patterns, walked straight in and questioned the manager of the third level in a somber and icy tone.

The manager looked up, examined the pattern on Allen's mask, and recognized his identity before slowly speaking.

“Yes, the mission has been posted for half a year.”

For guild members, the Assassin's Guild did not prevent other mission posters from issuing assassination missions. However, when a guild member became aware of an assassination mission and sought confirmation from the guild, the guild would not deliberately conceal it, unless the mission poster provided a certain reward.

Of course, guild members could only know the general information related to themselves. The guild management would not reveal who specifically posted the mission or which members had accepted it. Every industry had its own rules, and they would not be broken for any individual, not even a Saint-level being. These rules were the guarantee for the Assassin's Guild to stand firm in the Fayman world for tens of thousands of years.

“…Can I know who exactly posted the mission?”

Allen came to Mansha City every few years. Besides maintaining relationships with Oscar and others, and checking on the tribe's pastry business, his biggest purpose was to complete the Assassin's Guild's mission for members every few years, in exchange for the Assassin's Guild's intelligence support.

“You know the rules…”

The manager's tone also became somber, and his gaze towards Allen carried a heavy warning.

“Then please tell me, what is the reward for the mission?”

Allen was still unwilling to give up and continued to inquire, after all, it concerned his life and death.

“…A Legendary feat, and a fifty-pound piece of Scarlet Flame Iron Ore.”

The manager's answer made Allen breathe a slight sigh of relief. Although such a mission reward was somewhat tempting to a lone Legendary expert, now that Allen had revealed his mid-Legendary strength, those who wanted to accept the mission would probably think twice and weigh the pros and cons.

Not getting the answer he expected, Allen felt that he had been a bit impulsive. He should have anticipated this scene, but out of concern for his life and anger, he had made this trip. Fortunately, he didn't waste too much time, and Allen didn't leave empty-handed. Turning back, he headed straight for the Cato Mountains, and a month later, he arrived at Moore Fortress again.

“I heard you were attacked?”

In the Thorns Ring team contact point, Allen's arrival was quickly learned by Beryl, whose eyes and ears were all over the fortress. Before Allen could ask someone to invite Beryl, he took the initiative to come to the contact point and asked Allen with a concerned tone.

“Yes.”

Allen didn't expect the news of his assassination to spread so quickly, but when the other party asked bluntly, Allen still felt a bit suspicious, and then calmly replied.

“If you need our help, just say so, don't be polite.”

“You don't need to worry too much. I have already asked my tribe's intelligence personnel to use all their connections to find the mastermind behind the scenes. I believe there will be some gains.”

Perhaps sensing the vigilance in Allen's eyes, Beryl seemed even more eager than Allen to find the person behind the scenes, and his words were full of comfort.

“Then thank you.”

Allen was noncommittal. After all, at this time, he would look at any object that appeared now with suspicious eyes, not just Beryl.

“I hope to contact our allies and have a small meeting together.”

“No problem, I will arrange for people to contact people from other tribes now.”

Beryl was prepared and nodded in agreement.

Subsequently, in less than half a month, the representatives sent by several major tribes gathered together. It seemed that the news of Allen's promotion to mid-Legendary had also spread. Therefore, the representatives who came this time were basically Legendary elders, to show everyone's importance to Allen.

After all, the time Allen spent from being promoted to early-Legendary to the current mid-Legendary was even less than 60 years. Especially from the information collected by the various tribes, Allen was only a little over a hundred years old now. No one dared to guarantee that such a rapidly advancing genius would not have the opportunity to set foot in the realm of demigods in the future.

For the wilderness natives, even a super tribe as strong as the Pale Night, which had produced several demigods, their ability to cultivate top experts was far inferior to the four major civilization systems with gods as their backers, let alone the church that could directly contact the gods in the sky.

The foundation was still not deep enough. In the wilderness tribes, where the cultivation system was also very backward, a demigod powerhouse could form a powerful camp and become a dominant existence on the vast map of the wilderness. Any tribal leader or representative with a bit of ambition hoped that such a powerhouse could appear in their camp!

Therefore, at this time, Allen, a genius who started from humble beginnings and was still growing rapidly without stagnation, whether it was a goblin compatriot or a lizardman ally, no one would ignore his potential. Being able to form a friendly relationship with him in the early stages, if the other party was promoted to demigod in the next few hundred years, then the friendship established in advance under the close-knit relationship would naturally allow everyone to obtain rich rewards.

“I believe everyone knows about my assassination. This time, I took the initiative to request a small meeting, just hoping to get a statement from everyone.”

Rarely, Allen took the initiative to speak in front of several familiar faces, his eyes sharply sweeping across several allied partners, trying to pry out what was hidden in the other party's eyes.

“What does Chief Allen want us to express?”

On one side, the stable and powerful voice of Chief Fendi of the Argon tribe sounded. Next to him, Elder Geron of the Aman Shah tribe, who had always advanced and retreated with the Argon tribe in the Thorns Ring team, slightly raised his head and cast his eyes on Allen together with Fendi.

“I hope everyone can guarantee that this assassination was not a hitman secretly hired by you to attack me. At the same time, I also hope that when I track down the real culprit behind the scenes, everyone can join me in retaliating against this guy!!”

Allen's tone was firm and solemn, full of a faint murderous intent. When he spoke, his eyes also patrolled among the representatives, full of pressure.

Having advanced to the Intermediate stage of Legend and mastered several legendary feats, Allen had sufficient confidence in his current strength, which made his words more assertive. Of course, after decades of biding his time, Allen needed to retaliate forcefully against the sudden assassination attempt targeting him, to avoid giving others the impression that he was weak and easily bullied.

Of course, Allen also knew that if the assassination attempt was truly the work of the tribes present, it would be an underestimation of his opponents to think that his few threatening words would make them reveal their hand. However, Allen's true intention lay in his final words. Regardless of everyone's specific attitude, he could gain something useful from it.

Those unwilling to offer support or making excuses would naturally be more suspicious, while those who expressed support would be held to their word if Allen found the mastermind, allowing him to demand necessary support and assistance from the group.

Decades ago, everyone agreed to form this group with the intention that one day, when faced with similar situations, they could advance and retreat together, safeguarding the group's interests.

In recent years, the Ajinaga tribe, as the financier, had repeatedly used the group's deterrent power to protect their interests in the Catoer Canyon. However, apart from the occasional division of funds and resources from the canyon trade route, the other tribes seemed to have gained no power from it.

"What kind of help do you need from us?"

The voice of Yogg, the legendary Kobold Warlock, was magnetic and full of allure.

"I hope that after finding the true culprit, the tribes behind you can promise to send a Legend to join me in delivering a heavy blow to the true culprit of this incident!!!"

Allen replied resolutely, his eyes seemingly filled with the sound of clashing metal.

"......"

The representatives remained silent. For them, sending a Legend to provide some assistance was not difficult, but the difficulty lay in the fact that no one knew who the target was. If it was the Snow Mite tribe, whom they considered the most likely culprit, they were now colluding with the Jackalweirds of Coldwind Ridge and had the support of the Church of Nature behind them. Would they really dare to risk a full-scale conflict and fool around with Allen, this Goblin Bear?

Not to mention others, the Ajinaga tribe would probably be the first to jump up and oppose Allen's decision.

"I agree!!"

Chief Nicol of the Wildheart tribe suddenly spoke, expressing his support for Allen's stance, immediately drawing dissatisfied glances from the other representatives, which the mountain of flesh that was Nicol ignored indifferently.

As the only two mid-sized tribe leaders present, Nicol and Allen, two pioneering leaders, had not interacted frequently in the past few decades, but their connection was very close. They both existed in this small group as vassals, naturally possessing the foundation for joint action.

"......Since Chief Nicol has stated his position, then I also support Chief Allen's decision!!"

Another silence was broken by Yogg, the Dragon Vein Warlock. With his statement, the other three representatives and leaders' brains raced. Under Allen's scrutinizing gaze, after a long while, they all expressed their support.

After all, this was the first time since the establishment of the Thorns Ring that a tribe representative needed support. Everyone was unwilling to see a member's request being rejected, as it would have a significant impact on their already fragile alliance.

Now that the Snow Mite tribe has joined forces with the Raven Claw Jackalweirds, there is already a tendency for a tripartite balance of power in the northern wilderness. If the representatives in the room wanted to switch camps and demands now, it would probably be difficult for them to be accepted.

In that case, it might not be a bad thing to take advantage of this incident to truly show off the muscles of the Thorns Ring, right?

After the Thorns Ring team reached a consensus, the following matters were easier to arrange. The intelligence systems of the major forces played a significant role, sharing information with each other, and soon found some clues.

To call them clues was not so certain, because as the biggest suspect, the intelligence systems of the major tribes focused more on the Snow Mite troll tribe. From the appearance of important figures in Mansa City to the internal actions and deployments of their tribe, a steady stream of information was collected and summarized at the liaison point in Fort Murl, and then constantly explored and deduced by Allen, Birel, and others.

Allen's mind was a mess at this time. When there was no intelligence, he wanted more and more detailed intelligence, but when countless intelligence reports were sent to him, he would be even more confused by the numerous and unimportant intelligence.

Every piece of intelligence seemed important, but it was also ambiguous. Often, when Allen and his team thought a clue had appeared and delved deeper, they would find that all the preparations might just be for the Snow Mite tribe's high-level leaders to keep a beautiful mistress in Mansa City.

However, the real clues may be hidden in these seemingly chaotic intelligence. For example, a clue that Allen and his team were currently tracking: a half-elf adventurer who often appeared in Bonn City had recently made a trip to Mansa City, and then rushed back more than half a month ago.

Not long after this half-elf returned to Bonn City, he appeared in the castle of Yariel, the lord of Bonn City, late one night. From that day on, the atmosphere in Bonn City became somewhat different.

After a discussion, Allen, Birel, and the others felt that this matter might really be related to his assassination, and they prepared to continue digging deeper.

Just as the matter was being dug deeper, a Dwarf Goblin caravan entered Fort Murl from north to south without anyone noticing the problem. However, not long after the other side's caravan entered the city, Allen welcomed an uninvited guest late at night in his residential house in Fort Murl.

"Knock knock knock!"

Rhythmic knocking came from outside the heavy ironwood door. Allen's spirit suddenly shook, and he looked warily at the door, asking, "Who is it?"

"Hello, sorry to disturb you!!"

The door opened, and when he saw that the visitor was a Dwarf Goblin dressed as a merchant, Allen's eyes kept scrutinizing him, making the Dwarf Goblin very nervous.

"Hello, Chief Allen!"

"I have a letter here, entrusted to me to be delivered to your hand."