The Orc Assassin Alliance's martial teiques include many vicious airborrike moves that involve leaping high before poung.

  In mid-air, during that split-sed life-or-death moment, he sensed danger. His body twisted impossibly, f a sudden mid-air ge of dire. The Anti-magic armor-pierg round brushed past his shoulder and shot into the distance.

  Before the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin could celebrate, a sharp paied in his side as blood gushed forth.

  Charlot's strike had nded, but before he could press the advahe assassin tore himself free from Blood Rose's bde. With a shrill howl, his speed surged as he bolted toward the outer districts.

  Charlot ected mentally with the three Clever Cat cubs. Though they'd just fired a shot, they were still newborns. Exhausted, they flopped over, their tiny tongues lolling out as they y on the wall, pletely out of energy. Uo deliver the Anti-Space Le Rifle, they could only watch regretfully as the assassin escaped.

  "There's no way to tell which cealment or ambush spell he used sihere are far too many options. But the spell that suddenly boosts his speed—those kinds always st for very short bursts. Sihis is only used by orcs, it’s likely 'The Leopard's Hunt'."

  "This extraordinary ability doesn’t st as long as Swiftstep Teique, but its explosive burst is incredible. If it weren’t for the fact that each burst only sts two or three breaths, I probably wouldn’t have sted this long."

  Charlot's keen bat senses had helped him reize a pattern during the fight: every time the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin unched a rapid flurry of attacks, he would utter some mog remarks. At first, Charlot thought the assassin was simply cruel and eoying with his oppo. However, he quickly realized this wasn’t the case—his oppo couldn’t sustain his onsught.

  Charlot seized on a brief moment when the assassin was rec his energy, direg the three Clever Cat cubs to unch a surprise attack while tering fiercely. He came within a hair’s breadth of killing his oppo.

  Watg the assassin disappear into the distance, Charlot muttered regretfully, “What a pity.”

  After a few quick leaps, he found the three exhausted Clever Cat cubs sprawled on the wall. He first stored the Anti-Space Le Rifle into his Battlefield e, then gathered the three cubs into his arms with a smile. "Good work, you three. Let’s get you something delicious."

  He returo the restaurant where the battle had taken pce, paid for the damage, a ara twenty times as pensation. Then he picked another restaurant. After a fresh meal for himself, he asked for the most tender raw beef for the three Clever Cat cubs, requesting the kit chop it finely.

  This restaurant didn’t serve fruit wis house drink was ale. Charlot took a sip, and his brow rexed slightly. The ale had almost no bitterness—refreshing and , perfect for drinking in quantity.

  As he dined, Charlot smiled warmly at the sight of the three Clever Cat cubs happily dev the beef.

  He hadn’t expected these little creatures to py such a crucial role itle. Without that single shot from the Clever Cats, there would have been no way to force back such a formidable assassin.

  Though the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin was only a mid-tier Transdent, his strength far surpassed the previous assassin and even Warden Magru Trell.

  Ohe meal was over, Charlot leaned bafortably, while the three Clever Cat cubs y oable with their bellies round, mewing tentedly.

  Charlot gestured to the restaurant’s waiter. “Your ale is good. I’ll take three barrels. Have them delivered ter.”

  After paying for the meal and the ale, Charlot carried the cubs and strolled back to 58 Elysée Avenue.

  On the first floor, he greeted Mrs. Nancy, who was on watch. "I’ve bought three barrels of ale. When the restaurant staff delivers them, send two barrels to the basement and bring one up to me."

  With that, Charlot asded directly to the third floor. After settling the three cubs with some water, he left them to py on their own. Stepping onto the terrace overlooking the Lukavaro River, he pulled up a lounge chair and gazed across the river at the sery. Reag into his pocket, he took out the Mask of the Cat.

  This extraordinary artifact could mimic the forms of six different creatures and randomly extrae skill from the chosen target. However, it could only replicate beings Charlot had previously entered. The mask also provided a slight boost to agility and served as a token of identification for the Orc Assassin Alliance.

  Having fought the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin earlier, Charlot was curious to see whether the Mask of the Cat could mimic his appearance.

  As his fingers brushed the thin, mask-like face, six different forms appeared in succession. Three of them were ordinary people, whose extracted skills included cooking, driving, and night patrol.

  With a mental and, Charlot repced one of the ordinary forms with that of the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin. Immediately, dozens of Throwing Keiques flooded into his mind.

  Charlot couldn’t help but smile. He hadn’t expected to gain such a "skill."

  The Mask of the Cat couldract "extraordinary abilities," only "skills," which was indeed a limitation. However, if it could extract extraordinary abilities, the artifact would simply be far too powerful.

  Throwing Keiques were raordinary abilities but honed skills—built on practice, talent, and the elusive “feel” for the bde.

  The brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin must have poured tless hours into mastering this teique. It wasn’t limited to throwing knives but also included close-quarters bat teiques with short bdes. Every move was sharp, refined, and purely desigo kill.

  In terms of plexity and grandeur, the assassin’s knife skills paled in parison to the Arsilo Family's famed Angel’s Thorn.

  The Angel’s Thorn was not just araordinary teique but also a renowned swordsmanship teique, holding legendary status across the Old ti.

  The Old ti boasted six or seven versions of unparalleled sword teiques, including the Five Divine Swordsmanships, Seven God-bestowed Sword Teiques, and Twelve Overlord Sword Teiques.

  Each versioured the Arsilo Family's Angel’s Thorn.

  And each also included the Robin Family's Eagle Swordsmanship.

  Yes, the Robin Family—the family of Saroses Robin and Zimourman Axel Robin.

  However, the assassin’s Throwing Keiques were superior in one aspect: practicality. Whether for assassinations, alley skirmishes, close bat, or sudden enters, it offered ingenious solutions tailored to real-world bat. It was the quintessential assassin’s bde teique.

  Charlot didn’t have throwing knives, but he did have a dagger. Donning the Mask of the Cat, he flung the dagger, summoning it back with his Bloodfme Qi after it flew away, thhly enjoying himself.

  Though he didn’t particurly like the dagger—taken from the previous assassin—he had tested multiple times and found that Bloodfme Qi could manipute ordinary extraordinary ons, albeit not as smoothly as Vampire ons. He hadn’t used it in bat so far, but it erfectly suited for practig throwing keiques.

  After over an hour of practice, Charlot was already an “expert” at throwing knives. He could perform all kinds of fshy moves, and his dagger always hit the mark.

  When he removed the Mask of the Cat, the Throwing Keiques vaesting his skills without the mask, Charlot found that while his proficy had dropped siderably, his accuracy remained higher than expected.