The brown-haired, gray-eyed man rushed out of the restaurant but could no longer find Charlot's trace.

  The throwing knife in his hand spun once before slipping bato his sleeve. He smiled faintly, about to say something, but in the instant, a r sound like a dragon’s roar echoed as an anti-magic armor-pierg round shot toward him from afar...

  Charlot fired this shot with rese in his heart.

  He was just a mathematics teacher. After transmigrating here, his greatest ambition in life was simply to marry a rich, beautiful woman and rise in rank ah. Why had he been hunted dowlessly?

  Back at Kilmainham Prison, Warden Magru Trell, out of selfish motives, had forced him to expose Menielman Soumet. Charlot escaped, but Magru Trell didn’t let up, spending a fortuo hire the Fierce Horse Detective Agency to hunt him down. This was only the beginning of a of misfortunes. Charlot killed eight agents of the Fierce Horse Detective Agency, but their president, Aubrey Tildon Atwood, then bribed assassins from the Orc Assassin Alliance...

  The trouble became endless.

  "Magru Trell! You deserved to die."

  "Aubrey Tildon Atwood, I will kill you, destroy your Fierce Horse Detective Agency, ruin your family, wipe out your desdants, and ensure your lineage ends!"

  Although Charlot was a transmigrator, he retained some traditional ese values deep in his bones!

  Yes, he particurly relished wiping out his enemies’ entire families.

  The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassied quickly. His figure blurred, leaving afterimages in the air as he narrowly dodged the anti-magic armor-pierg round.

  The shot hit the ground, leaving a crater the size of a washbasin and carving a long trench, seven ht pimi deep, into the earth.

  The assassin's gaze sharpened, and suddenly, he sprinted forward at a speed akin to a hunting leopard.

  Charlot, seeing that his shot had missed, prepared tain. But witnessing the assassin's incredible speed, he realized he had lost the opportunity.

  He stowed his anti-space le rifle into his alchemical staff and, with what seemed like a casual toss, lodged it into a nearby wall, revealing the Blood Rose.

  Charlot was no batant, but in a moment of crisis, he made the most correct decision.

  Against this brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin, the anti-space le rifle was now useless. The alchemical staff had no bat value either, so he had to temporarily discard it while ying down a hidden trick.

  The vampirid axe cked suffit killing power. If the oppo’s speed matched Charlot’s, he might have tried sed attacks. But the assassin's speed clearly surpassed his own. Charlot had no time to create distance or trol the vampirid axe effectively.

  Thus, Charlot chose the Arsilo Family's swordsmanship!

  His Eye of Insight ability activated fully. Infused with Blood Glory, the Blood Rose let out a faint hum. Charlot's eo the extreme.

  Charlot had never before chosen to fa oppo head-on. Although this seemed like the most perfect strategy he could devise in mere seds, it was impossible to remain calm when fag such a formidable foe.

  The assassin leaped into the air with a light step, his throwing knives fshing uably. Charlot tered with his sword, and in a fra of a sed, the two exged seven ht blows.

  With Swiftstep Teique at his side and enhas froras Breathing Teique, Charlot was still slightly slower. Yet with the Eye of Insight and the superior reach of his magical rapier over the throwing knives, he anticipated every one of the assassin’s moves, managing to parry every strike.

  The assassi out a small "hmm" of surprise and said, "The Angel’s Thorn of the Arsilo Family?"

  "You don’t look like a vampire!"

  Charlot had no luxury to respond as the assassin did. Even fighting with all his might, he still felt stretched thin. How could he dare to split his attention to chat?

  His magical rapier spun in tight arcs, g with the throwing knives seveimes. The stant screeetal-oal sounded like an orchestra.

  Such elegant swordsmanship was not Charlot’s personal style—it was the hallmark of the Arsilo Family. The Angel’s Thorn sisted of twelve movements, like twelve musical movements. Charlot could currently only perform the first: Fire of Dawn.

  The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin initially thought this mission would be trivial—a fourth-tier target. His intelligence had been slightly outdated, and killing Charlot seemed as simple as flipping his hand. He po break into 58 Elysée Avenue, Charlot’s home, and assassinate him there. When Charlot left to eat, the assassin ged pns and decided to tail him to the restaurant.

  As for killing his target’s lover first... that was just a psychological tactic he liked to py.

  He enjoyed watg his targets betray their lovers for survival, only to cut their throats afterward and say, "I respect love. If you had chosen to die to protect your lover, I might have let you go..." He relished watg their faces twist with despair, regret, and psychological colpse.

  A twisted hobby, to say the least.

  But Charlot was even more "twisted" than he was. Kill Menielman Soumet? Really? And Duchess of Messau? Fet it—the seven leaders of the Orc Assassin Allianbined might not even dare provoke her.

  Charlot had overestimated this assassin, too!

  Annie Bretagne was the daughter of an imperial t. How could a mere assassin have the guts tet her? Even if someone issued su order, the Orc Assassin Alliance wouldn’t dare accept it.

  The two cshed for dozens of moves. The magical rapier and the throwing kruck each other and then separated, both batants subtly rec their energy.

  The assassin smiled faintly and said, "I uimated you."

  Charlot took a deep breath and replied, "You're mid-tier, not high-tier! You just know at least two extraordinary abilities!"

  Charlot had been startled by the assassin at first, mistakenly believing him to be high-tier. But after their prolonged csh, Charlot realized the truth: this brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin wasn’t as strong as he seemed.

  The assassin had a way to ceal his aura, whiitially bypassed Charlot’s Eye of Insight. He also possessed a speed-enhang ability, but its effects were short-lived. Otherwise, Charlot would have been dead long ago instead of battling this long.

  The assassin showed slight surprise and remarked, "Your observation is sharp."

  "But unfortunately, it won’t save you from certaih."

  Charlot chuckled and said, "We’ll see about that!"

  Several hundred meters away, where Charlot had thrown his alchemical staff, three clever cat cubs climbed onto the wall. Summoned by Cat Spirit Magic, the three kittens worked together to pull the anti-space le rifle from the alchemical staff.

  Panting heavily, the three little creatures refused to rest. Using the nearby wall as a prop, they aimed the rifle. The three kittens meowed wildly, their six tiny paws struggling to pull the trigger.

  An anti-magic armor-pierg round tore through the air like divine fire, c hundreds of meters tet the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin.

  At that very moment, the Orc Assassin Alliance's senior killer leapt into the air, lunging toward Charlot.