Imperial Crown.

Chapter 585 The Uncensored Assembly
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Severin had already infiltrated the city early on. He had already explored the city of Venice, located in the Foothills County of the North Sea Province, to a great extent.

Venice City isn't actually very large. This is mainly due to the local customs and traditions of the North Sea Province. Because the North Sea Province primarily relies on herding, it has developed settlements mainly based on families, tribes, and tents. Each tribe has its own pastures, and many tribes are constantly fighting over these pastures. It's somewhat similar to the oasis model of the Bloodstained Highlands. However, while the Bloodstained Highlands mainly occupy oases, the North Sea Province mainly competes for fertile pastures and grasslands. After all, land with such lush grasslands is never short of small, high-quality water sources. But that's only one factor. The second, and crucial one, is the custom of "tent-walking" in the North Sea Province. Tent-walking means that every night, people would sneak into each other's tents for clandestine, uninvited meetings. In other words—even if someone had just killed a woman's son during the day, it wouldn't prevent them from making love to that mother at night! Once a city is established, with a fixed residence, it's easy for their identities to be discovered. This can be somewhat embarrassing. Of course, if you're handsome or rich, women will actively seek you out for tent-running. This was also the reason for Hu Xia's extreme resentment. He was already flaunting his wealth with gold rings all over his hands, yet not a single local woman was willing to run a tent-running business for him. They all went to see the beautiful Mansani! But Mansani was just a woman disguised as a man! What's even more infuriating is that sometimes as many as three or four women would seek out Mansani in one night. And these women even looked satisfied. This infuriated Hu Xia, who cursed loudly. As for Raven's tent, even more women sought it out, but because it was guarded by soldiers, these women naturally had no chance to enter.

So, Venice initially started as just a larger gathering place for exchanging goods and resources. This was a compromise reluctantly made by the various noble families. After all, the Sea of ​​Goddess was too important, and no one wanted to concede to anyone else. Later, the major noble families discussed it and decided to build a city, with each family taking a share. This settled the dispute.

However, thanks to Raven's rise, there was a demand from both the Nord province to transport Angel series products and the Samprons province to supply tons of potatoes to Nord. Unexpectedly, this back-and-forth transformed this border city of the North Sea province into a major trading hub. To better serve its customers and collect taxes, Venice underwent three expansions within just a few years, resulting in its current form. The so-called "taxation" was really just a euphemism for "tolls." A nice-sounding excuse, really.

Therefore, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Venice, standing at the border of the North Sea Province and the Nord Province, was built by sucking Raven's blood. Who could have imagined that in less than 20 years, this city would become a fortress against Raven? The capriciousness of fate and the absurdity of life are often so fascinating and unbelievable. As for whether Raven regrets his actions now, and what he thinks, it's impossible to know.

Severin's target was clear: a brothel called "The Enchanted Nest," the largest in all of Venice. In his view, killing countless ordinary soldiers was less worthwhile than killing a single officer. At least a deputy executive officer was necessary. As mentioned before, a deputy executive officer typically commanded a legion of 4500-6000 men. An executive officer, in turn, had two deputy executive officers under him, totaling around ten thousand men. Hence, they were known as "Commanders of Ten Thousand."

Severin, a graduate of Griffith Comprehensive Academy who was at odds with his classmates Hu Xia and Grand, had his own ideas and plans. He intended to infiltrate brothels to find suitable targets. After all, soldiers were frequent patrons of casinos and brothels. This way, even if he encountered third or fourth-tier transcendents, as long as they drank too much, he would have the opportunity to take the lives of these commanders. So Severin removed his armor, discarded his weapons, and donned enemy uniforms before infiltrating the city. After entering Venice, he removed his enemy clothing again, disguised himself as a local from the North Sea Province, and entered the Enchanted Nest. He found an empty room, locked the door, and began to disguise himself.

So, at this moment, Severin was shaving his thick beard in the bathroom. Then he applied lipstick, put on a wig, and painstakingly slipped on stockings and high heels. Thus, a voluptuous, alluring, and powerfully imposing woman was born. After awkwardly adjusting to the stolen high heels in the room, Severin opened the door, went downstairs, and hid in a corner to begin searching for his target. It must be said, an educated mind really does work!

Venice was a small city to begin with, and with the sudden influx of seventy to eighty thousand soldiers, one could imagine the level of overcrowding, comparable to the throngs of people in the brothels. Shouts, noises, drinking sounds… the sounds of moaning echoing from the surrounding rooms… all combined to create the atmosphere of a typical brothel. This brothel was five stories high, resembling a castle in appearance, but even larger than a typical castle. It was said to be an investment by the Marquis of Huber in the North Sea Province. The bright lights and bustling crowds here contrasted sharply with the horrific scenes in the military camps outside the city, like two different worlds. However, most of the people there were ordinary soldiers and low-ranking officers. Severin was uninterested. It wasn't until dawn that a third-tier transcendent finally caught Severin's attention. Judging from the man's expensive attire and the fawning attitude of those around him, he was at least a deputy executive officer.

"General Gosworth, it is an honor to have you here."

The brothel madam, Sang Viki, quickly swayed her hips as she walked over. As she spoke, she whispered in a mysterious voice, "I have specially prepared a few virgins for you, sir."

"Hahahaha," Gosworth, a typical Brad Province native, spoke with a heavy accent. He was of medium height, stocky build, dark-skinned, and had an honest-looking face. He laughed heartily upon hearing this, then pinched the madam's fair chest. "Looks like you're not a trustworthy person after all."

The province of Brad borders the right side of the capital, while the province of Nord lies to the far left. The two provinces are thousands of miles apart.

Vicky, with a forced smile, tugged at her clothes, tucking her exposed breasts back in. "General, this way please." She then led the way to the private room. Before going to bed, the general naturally needed to eat and drink his fill to have the energy to "sleep" properly.

Severin hurriedly put down his wine glass and secretly followed. It seemed impossible to find an executor tonight. Most executors were at the peak of the third tier or the fourth tier of transcendents. Ferdinand had brought a full 23 soldiers, but there were fewer than 20 true fourth-tier transcendents. And these were all elite troops from the capital, demonstrating the scarcity of high-tier transcendents. There weren't many people to begin with, and with those on night duty, even fewer could rest. Given their status, they probably wouldn't come to a brothel themselves; they'd likely have girls sent directly to their rooms. Severin understood that the most he could catch here were probably second-tier peak or third-tier deputy executors.

"Come in quickly." Entering the private room, she turned on the magical lights and, after Gosworth was seated, Vicky hurriedly came out to greet the young, seemingly inexperienced girls. Although the girls looked apprehensive, they didn't dare hesitate and filed in one after another. Severin quickly stepped forward, becoming the last one.

"Eh? Who are you?" The madam, Vicky, was bewildered. Looking at the burly Severin, she couldn't recall having such a daughter for a moment.

“New here,” Severin said quietly. He then secretly slipped 10 gold coins into the madam’s hand. Before Vicky could say anything more, he quickly followed her inside.

Seeing that the other person had already entered the private room, Vicky didn't dare to cause any trouble. She figured he was just a desperate person trying to get a meal. Since she was going to be kicked out anyway, she figured she might as well make the 10 gold coins. Vicky calmly approached Gosworth, coughed lightly, and said, "Ladies, please introduce yourselves."

"General, my name is Weiwei." "General, my name is Nana." "General, my name is Qiqi." "General, my name is Yueyue."...

The young girls introduced themselves one by one. Finally, it was Severin's turn. At this crucial moment, Severin couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "Uh... General, my name is Saipan."

The moment his deep, resonant, and incredibly magnetic voice, brimming with masculine energy, rang out, the entire private room fell silent. Everyone froze, as if under a curse, staring at Severin in utter astonishment. Severin pursed his red lips, his legs, thicker than the waist of the girl beside him, squinting slightly inward.

"Relying on a young aunt"

The next moment, as expected, Gosworth became furious, his face turning terrifyingly gloomy.

Seeing this, Vicky hurriedly scrambled to her knees to the side, wailing, "Lord Gosworth, it's not my fault! This person gave it to me..."

However, before Vicky could finish speaking, Gosworth's voice rang out again, "Interesting fellow." "Saipan stays, everyone else get out!"

"Yes... I'll get this guy out of here right away... Huh???" Vicky was dumbfounded, kneeling on the ground for a moment, staring blankly at Gosworth. She seriously doubted whether she was hallucinating.

"What? Haven't I made myself clear enough?" Gosworth asked in a deep, displeased voice.

"No, no." "Yes, General."

Vicky quickly stood up and gestured for her girls to retreat outside.

Bang

The door to the private room closed with a heavy thud. The room instantly darkened, the magical lamps emitting a pink glow, creating a romantic and ambiguous atmosphere.

"Come here," Gosworth waved to Severin eagerly, a strange smile on his face.

Severin sat down next to Gosworth. Gosworth reached out to put his arm around Severin's waist, but after several attempts, he couldn't manage it and had to give up, placing his arm around Severin's tailbone instead. He then tried to kiss Severin, saying, "Severin, you have a unique kind of beauty." Gosworth didn't hold back his praise.

Severin covered his red lips while gently pushing Gosworth away. "General, please don't be so rash. Let's have some drinks and some foreplay first."

"Oh, oh." "Okay, okay."

Gosworth hurriedly opened the Angel's Tear on the table and began chatting with Severin about all sorts of things. It's true, two men can talk about so many things together. What surprised Gosworth most was that this extraordinary woman seemed to have a deep understanding of military affairs. This was truly rare. She knew about military matters.

“General, you…” “Are you a noble?” Severin asked pointedly. He had already extracted information that the other party was a third-tier, six-star individual and a deputy executive officer. If the other party was also a noble, Severin's contribution would be even greater.

Gosworth's smile froze. "My beauty, you are still young and do not know that in the Empire, becoming a nobleman is harder than climbing to heaven!"

Time passed slowly, and the two chatted for about an hour. Looking at the dozen or so empty bottles of Angel's Tears on the table, the well-fed and satisfied Gosworth couldn't help but urge, "My beauty, is that enough?"

Severin knew he couldn't delay any longer, or the other party would definitely become suspicious. Hearing this, he pursed his red lips and nodded slightly.

"Haha," Gosworth thought he had won the beauty's heart and laughed excitedly. Without saying a word, he dragged Severin out of the private room and headed towards the room on the roof.

Upon entering the room, Severin told Gosworth to go wash up while he waited for him. Gosworth readily agreed, immediately stripping naked and running into the bathroom. He seemed incredibly impatient.

After showering, Gosworth emerged naked from the bathroom. Looking at the beautiful woman who was now obediently lying on the bed, her round, pert buttocks facing him, and her two astonishingly thick, black-stockinged legs, he couldn't help but shake his head in amazement, exclaiming, "WishToday! Beauty, I must say, you're incredibly sensible!" He slowly walked towards Severin, but as he approached, he suddenly frowned. "What are you afraid of?" he asked, noticing that the woman's plump legs were trembling violently.

"I'm afraid you'll run away!"

A sudden shout rang out! Severin, who had been lying on the bed, abruptly turned around, and with lightning speed, plunged the dagger in his hand into the unsuspecting Gosworth's abdomen! Thud! A muffled sound rang out as the dagger sank completely into his abdomen.

what--

Gosworth let out a panicked scream, first staggering backward, then kicking Severin in the cheek with a powerful kick.

However, all of this seemed to be within Severin's expectations. He not only lunged backward but also unleashed a burst of battle aura in his hand, suddenly raising his dagger. Instantly, he sliced ​​open a large gash in Gosworth's abdomen like cutting a sack! The exposed flesh resembled an unzipped trouser. "Aaaaaah!" Gosworth's features contorted in pain, and a series of pig-like screams burst from his throat.

But the next moment, a ruthless look appeared on Gosworth's face, and a dazzling aura of battle qi also erupted from his body. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "If we're going to die, we'll die together!" He grabbed Severin's hand that was holding the dagger, and in just one breath, Gosworth's five fingers actually turned into dark brown withered vines that spread to Severin's arm.

Severin's expression changed drastically, and he tried to create distance. But it was too late!

"You underestimate a third-tier transcendent!" Gosworth shouted, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth. As his words fell, the withered vines swiftly transformed into seven or eight iron-prick-like wooden spikes, neatly piercing into Severin's chest.

But Severin gritted his teeth and remained silent, glaring at the other man with resentment.

For a moment, the two people on their deathbeds sat down helplessly facing each other.

"Can you tell me why...?" "Raven, what exactly did he give you?" "What made you worth dying for him?" Gosworth simply couldn't understand. If, even now, he still didn't know that the other party was someone sent by Raven, then he would be a bit too stupid.

"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon."

Severin's voice sounded hoarse, as if it were leaking air. But he used all his strength to utter these words, one by one. This was one of the few lessons Marquis Raven had taught him when he was studying at Griffith Academy. Severin remembered it all.

“What?” Gosworth was even more confused.

"Heh," Severin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, trying to pull out the splinter from his body, but the slightest movement caused him to gasp in pain. He gave up struggling. "Death warrior." "We are actually death warriors trained by the Marquis." "Many people don't understand why we do this, they can't understand our choices." "That's because they don't understand what a death warrior is." "Those who know they will die but still resolutely choose to die are called death warriors."

"So they were assassins." Gosworth finally understood and nodded. He thought to himself that his death was not unjust. In the Keynes Empire, almost every high-ranking nobleman trained his own assassins. Emperor Habsburg was no exception. The Nameless One was one of his secretly trained assassins. These assassins were fearless of death! How could someone who feared death be called an assassin? "I'm no good." Having resolved his doubts, Gosworth finally couldn't hold on any longer. After uttering one last sentence in his local dialect, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

Griffiths: "Death is the only option."

At the same time, Severin, opposite him, stared wide-eyed, muttered something under his breath, and then his breathing also gradually froze.

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(End of this chapter)