The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"assassin?"

Feeling the goose bumps on his neck, Alan grabbed the skinny wrist with his backhand and pressed down. With a click, the hand broke.

Then he threw the masked tall and thin man over his shoulder and hit the ground hard. His internal organs churned and blood spurted out, staining the old wall.

"Da da!"

There were hurried footsteps, and three or two soldiers came hurriedly with spears in hand. When they saw the unfamiliar faces on the ground, their faces suddenly changed drastically. They were relieved when they saw that Alan was not injured.

Toby, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, stammered: "Baron, we..."

They are on duty tonight, and now that an assassin has broken into the castle and even assassinated the baron, they have an unshirkable responsibility.

Waving his hand, Alan ordered: "Drag him to the dungeon!"

In the eerie and damp dungeon, a tall and thin man was tied to a wooden frame, with his hands and feet bound with rubber bands, making it difficult for him to move. His entire body was covered with whip marks, and streaks of blood stained his clothes.

In order to atone for his crime, Toby brandished a barbed whip in his hand and asked again and again: "Tell me, who sent you?"

"Humph!"

Glancing at everyone, the tall and thin man's eyes were filled with death, like a pool of stagnant water.

As assassins in the dark, once the assassination fails and they are caught, few will betray their employers. They are like a group of kites that are let fly, and there is always a string that is being pulled by someone.

I can’t, and I dare not, “confess”!
"Do you know the ten tortures?"

Rubbing the gem ring in his hand, Allen narrowed his eyes, looked around, and asked to himself: "Rat punishment, prepare an iron bucket and fix a nest of rats upside down in your stomach."

"Then coal is added to the bottom of the barrel to increase the temperature."

"The mice threatened by high temperatures will run around in the iron barrel in order to escape, and eventually make a big hole in your stomach in an attempt to escape from it."

With his hands he gestured the scene of torture. The vivid "performance" made the tall and thin man look pale, with beads of sweat the size of beans flowing down his forehead. His face turned pale and his pupils contracted.

In the quiet dungeon, Allen seemed to be unable to see the terrified expression on the tall and thin man's face, and said quietly: "The second method is Ling Chi, where you put a fishing net around your body, and then use a knife to cut off the skin and flesh, piece by piece..."

"I said, I said."

Imagining the scene of being tortured, the tall and thin man could no longer hold back and said intermittently: "Charles Gilbert, the third son of Earl Falcon, he asked me to assassinate you."

"Charles Gilbert? The bastard?"

Hearing this, Allen's face darkened, and a murderous intent lingered in his heart.

Earl Falcon is a great nobleman in the North. His family's territory covers one and a half counties. The Harpy Knights under his command are one of the ten most powerful knights in the Kingdom of Glot.

Charles Gilbert was an illegitimate child who was not allowed to be seen in public. If his mother, who was a mistress, had not been very favored by the earl, he would not have been privately called Lord Charles.

"Yes, that's him."

The tall and thin man pursed his lips and continued, "He was also the one who killed the previous Wild Boar Baron. And you, you should have died three days ago, but I didn't expect..."

Three days ago, the tall and thin man used his invisibility cloak to poison Alan's food, causing him to fall into a coma.

In his imagination, Alan would die of heartache in his sleep, but the result was unexpected. In order to finish off the enemy, the tall and thin man had to attack again, but he missed.

"Why?" Alan frowned, feeling very confused.

"I also heard it by chance." Looking at the harmless Allen in front of him, the tall and thin man spilled the beans: "Someone discovered a mithril mine in the Wild Boar Territory, so..."

"Good good!"

Hearing this, Alan laughed angrily, his fingers crackling.

After a while, Allen gradually calmed down from his rage and asked coldly: "Where is the mithril mine?"

The tall, thin man didn't hide anything: "It's thirty miles north of the castle, in a forest. They mined secretly for a month."

"Since you are sensible, I will give you a quick death."

After saying that, Alan pinched the tall and thin man's neck and twisted it gently. With a force of thousands of pounds, he instantly broke the hard neck. The tall and thin man showed a look of relief, with a strange smile on his face.

……

Eagle City.

One of the largest cities in the North, with a permanent population of nearly 100,000, merchants from all over the world gathered here, creating a prosperous earldom.

Next to the Champs-Elysées, a house full of flowers stands on the corner of the street. The white fence is covered with lush vines, and the statue of an eagle with outstretched wings spews clear spring water.

In the small castle made of white marble, candles mixed with whale oil on silver candlesticks emit orange-yellow light.

"How did things go?"

"This must be done without fail, and the assassin must be killed afterwards."

Charles Gilbert was eating a medium-rare steak with a shiny silver knife and fork in his hand. In the almost transparent goblet, the burgundy wine exuded a rich aroma.

The butler beside him was embarrassed when he heard this: "Master, the last operation failed. The assassin is planning to attack again tonight."

"What?" Upon hearing the bad news, Charles Gilbert frowned and threw the knife and fork in his hand casually on the plate, making a clinking sound, venting his dissatisfaction.

Because he was an illegitimate child, Charles Gilbert was extremely sensitive since childhood, and a hint of humility was hidden in his noble blood.

Whether it is practicing fighting skills or managing some affairs, Charles Gilbert strives for perfection. He has been someone else's child since he was a child, so he cannot make any mistakes.

"Damn the Noble Parliament! Damn the Noble Succession Law!"

Standing up, Charles Gilbert tore off his napkin and walked around the bright dining room, his fluffy silk clothes slightly wrinkled.

In the Kingdom of Glot, and even in the entire continent, illegitimate children have no inheritance rights. Even if the direct descendants of the Falcon family die out, one can be adopted from the side branch.

In order to realize his ambition, Charles Gilbert maintained his elegant and noble image while selecting "suitable" territories.

Under his careful planning, the previous Wild Boar Baron died at the hands of orcs. In the second step, Allen was eliminated without anyone noticing, making the Habsburg dynasty extinct.

If Charles Gilbert works secretly and with the strong support of Earl Falcon, wouldn't the title of Baron be easy for him to obtain?
Charles Gilbert clenched his fists tightly, his eyes as gentle as jade showed a hint of coldness, and said without a trace of emotion: "If the assassin fails again, get rid of him."

"Contact Sebastian Madison the Ripper. If the little baron is still alive in three days, destroy the Wild Boar Territory." (End of this chapter)