I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 159 The Second Reason for Assassinating Monk

Joffrey remained silent for a while.

Thanks to Ironweave Town's unique geographical location and oak resources, it is not without upper-class wanderers, and there are more than one.

Wilder is absolutely right.

Why not hire them to assassinate Monk?

Joffrey's success rate in completing the mission was extremely low, and he was also very likely to alert the enemy.

Why exactly?

A terrible thought popped into his mind.

The association already knew that it would be difficult for him to assassinate Monk, and the only possible outcomes were as follows:

One reason was that he abandoned the mission out of cowardice and was punished by the association by being killed;

Secondly, his assassination attempt failed, and he was killed by his opponent.

Third, he failed in his assassination attempt, but fortunately escaped and was eventually punished by the association or killed by the other party.

Fourth, he succeeded in the assassination, but was eventually tracked down and killed by the other party.

The processes are different, but the outcomes are exactly the same.

Could it be that...?

Joffrey suddenly understood.

The person the association wants to kill might not be Monk, but Joffrey himself.

Upon realizing this, Joffrey's expression froze instantly.

"Wild, you mean—" he began slowly.

"Hmm, the Wanderers' Guild is probably looking for an excuse to kill you."

Wilder nodded and calmly stated what was on Joffrey's mind.

While everyone at the table stared in disbelief, he reached for a slightly cooled charcoal-grilled pork rib and began to eat it in large bites.

I'm so hungry.

I really can't take it anymore —

Moreover, since they neither drank nor ate, their table stood out in the tavern, and someone might even eavesdrop on their conversation.

After taking a couple of bites of meat, I gulped down a large mouthful of beer that wasn't quite ice-cold, and continued eating meat.

Talia stared blankly at Wilder, blinked happily, and began to eat as well.

I've been holding back for so long.

We can finally eat.

The others remained still, still processing Wilder's words.

"Don't be too nervous, I'm just saying one possibility."

Wilder said as he ate, "Actually, there are other reasons, and they are more likely."

"What's the reason?" Joffrey asked immediately.

Other people's eyes followed.

"Um—I have a question for you first."

Wilder asked, "Have you done anything to offend the association? Anything from a long time ago counts."

"no."

Without any hesitation, Joffrey replied, "I have no vested interests with the association, let alone offend them, there's not even any friction between us."

Wilder nodded, then asked, "How many wanderers in Ironweave Town are at or below your class level?"

"Probably two or three hundred people," he said.

"Did the association also assign them tasks at the same time?" Wilder asked again.

"Logically speaking, everyone's task cycle is different."

Speaking of this, Joffrey seemed to remember something and added, "But quite a few people went to the association today, so they may have assigned more tasks for some reason."

"Do you know what kind of missions other wanderers get?" Wilder immediately pressed.

"I don't know, because the mission involves intelligence, which is theoretically classified."

"May I ask?"

"I have a few people I get along with quite well, so it should be fine."

Joffrey's expression grew increasingly confused. "But—why ask that?"

Wilder looked past the table at the relentless rain outside the window, and after a moment's thought, said, "Why don't you go ask them now what their mission is?"

"Although going in the rain is inconvenient, it's better than fear and anxiety constantly eroding your mind, after all, that's the most important thing for a wanderer."

Joffrey was stunned: "Go ask now?"

"Yes, the sooner the better. Maybe I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

Wilder took a sip of his ale. "Their answer might surprise you."

Joffrey remained silent for a long time.

About half a minute later, he picked up the oak glass in front of him and drank the ale in one gulp.

"Then I'll go."

"Okay, we'll wait for you to come back here."

Wilder nodded. "If you happen to run into Monk on the road, don't attack him."

"OK."

Joffrey seemed to find some comfort in Wilder's nonchalant expression and gradually regained his composure.

He put on his black hat, pushed open the door, and left the Colt Inn.

"Wilde, your sending Joffrey to inquire about the other wanderers' missions suggests there might be a turning point in this situation?"

After Joffrey left, Cyrion asked.

"Yes, and there's a high probability that everything will be alright." Wilder nodded.

"Then why don't you just tell him your reasons for doing this?" Gru interjected.

"I'm afraid that if I guess wrong, I'll give him hope, only to have it dashed again."

Wilder downed the lukewarm ale in one gulp and then asked Ella for a chilled one.

"If I'm not mistaken, Joffrey still needs to assassinate Monk, and at that time he must have a strong conviction, and his past shattered hopes may very well shake him."

Cyrion and Gru nodded, seemingly understanding.

Lyle didn't speak. He blinked his narrow eyes, then seemed to suddenly understand something, and smiled with relief.

Then he took a sip of ale and began to eat meat.

"Don't let the half-elves eat them all!"

Gru muttered something to himself, then picked up two ribs and began to wolf them down.

Everyone was starving.

Cyrion and Martha also began to eat, while Maeve's plate had already been filled with a large pork chop by Talia as a way of expressing her gratitude for healing her.

The dinner party has finally moved from the first word to the second.

After about 15 minutes of eating, everyone was about 50-60% full, and Wilder told Ella to order two more barbecue platters.

While waiting for the barbecue, Gru, unable to contain his thoughts, suddenly asked, "If Joffrey ultimately has to assassinate Monk, are you planning to help?"

The lively dining table fell silent once again.

This is not a good question.

Or rather, this is not a question that should be asked in the first place.

How should I answer this?

Helping Joffrey, regardless of whether the assassination succeeds or not, will make him a target of the investigation team.

The investigation team was backed by the Adventurers' Guild headquarters in Danube City.

This means that no matter where the association is located, no town in the entire continent of Edland will be a place for them to live.

The second half of his life was destined to be one of wandering.

And this is still the best possible outcome, or rather, an extremely difficult happy ending to achieve.

The most likely outcome for them was that they would be killed by the investigation team during the assassination attempt, and their lives would end as the sinners of the assassins.

Joffrey was indeed their teammate and friend; he even saved Cyrion's life.

But when faced with such a life-altering choice, no one can give an immediate answer.

Apart from----

"I'll help."

"Talia suddenly said."