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Caesar did not send out his entire force; he only brought four assassins, making a total of five including himself.

His personal strength is below average, but he is not among the top in the team.

The other four were all genuinely exceptional individuals who rose to high positions.

Caesar, who was not the strongest, was able to firmly suppress this group of unruly and bloodthirsty warriors, and that was not due to force alone.

It is a skillful technique that can bring together people with different needs.

It is the precise binding of personal relationships and interests that makes subordinates both respectful and unable to break away.

He has repeatedly saved their lives by making almost ruthless decisions in dire situations, thus earning their "life-saving grace."

He could become the undisputed leader of that chaotic, decadent, power-worshipping group.

His inherent ruthlessness and decisiveness far exceed what ordinary people can imagine.

This ruthlessness extends not only to enemies, but also, when necessary, to one's own people.

"Search separately to find the saint's exact location."

After entering the mine.

Caesar's voice rang out in the dim mine, deep and commanding.

"Once found, do not act rashly. Send a signal and wait for everyone to gather before launching a simultaneous fatal attack."

"Remember, don't touch that mage named Lin Gui."

"And what about Princess Elvia?" asked the jealous assassin, Black Scorpion.

"Caesar said in a deep voice."

"If she's in our way, then let her be buried with the saint."

"Chief, there's only a young female knight and a weak mage on the other side, plus that defenseless saintess!"

One of the assassins, codenamed "Lust Demon," with lewd eyes, couldn't help but complain.

He had long coveted the saintess's appearance and body.

Her holy, angelic aura, adorned in the crown, captivated him completely.

"Five extraordinary beings can handle them like crushing insects! Just charge in and chop them up, what's the point of dawdling?"

Caesar's icy gaze swept over, the chill in his eyes making the succubus's skin tighten.

"Follow orders. I don't want any accidents to happen. It's always better to be careful."

The lustful demon murmured his agreement, but his face was full of displeasure and indifference.

Caesar gave him a fierce look.

He then exchanged a cold glance with another assassin beside him, who had been silent and had an icy expression.

The cold-faced assassin nodded almost imperceptibly, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at the lustful demon.

Caesar then withdrew his gaze.

At his command, the five assassins simultaneously extinguished the magical lamps they carried.

Its figure disappeared into the twisted shadows throughout the mine, silently beginning to penetrate deeper.

According to information provided by the monks outside through alchemical creatures.

The three targets were moving at high frequency inside the mine all night.

Moreover, their movement trajectory was quite strange, and their location was very close to their stronghold and traps.

But the mages did not detect any signs of reconnaissance from the other side.

The last location the alchemical creatures captured was on the eastern side of the mine's depths... Mine Pit Platform No. 3.

That place used to be where miners gathered to rest and store their tools.

The assassin codenamed "Viper" silently made his way towards Mine Pit No. 3.

As an exceptionally skilled assassin, his stealth techniques have reached a level of perfection.

When it moves, it almost absorbs the sound of the wind, and its footsteps leave no obvious traces on the dust.

Upon hearing Caesar's explicit order not to harm the Forest Spirit.

The venomous snake was actually quite relieved.

He was grateful to the monk who delivered the message, indirectly bringing him news of his brother and giving him a glimmer of hope in his despairing life.

They don't even want the other person to suffer any harm.

The reason he rushed to Mine No. 3 first was that he intended to find Lin Gui before his other companions.

Control or distract them to avoid being caught in the chaos of the assassination attempt.

If it were the Desire Demon or one of the other two guys who found it first.

Who knows what outrageous things they might do? What if they accidentally hurt that mage...?

Just then, a figure caught up with a distinct whooshing sound; it was the Desire Demon.

He did not use any concealment techniques at this moment.

His face bore undisguised disdain and a greedy desire for the saintess's body.

The venomous snake broke stealth, emerging from the shadows, and questioned in a cold voice.

"The leader ordered us to disperse and search separately. What are you doing following me?"

The lustful demon licked his lips and grinned maliciously.

"You viper, stop pretending to be so righteous in front of me!"

"That saintess has such delicate skin, it would be such a waste for her to die!"

"I need to have some fun first, so she'll know what a real man is before she dies! You, get lost!"

A hint of disgust flashed in the snake's eyes.

He knew the nature of lustful demons, who were inherently rapist and murderous.

Nobles, commoners, and even lone female members of the rebel army—they have no moral bottom line.

However, he had no time to worry about that right now; he was only concerned about Lin Gui's safety.

The venomous snake ignored him and suddenly accelerated.

It shot into the depths of Mine No. 3 like an arrow released from a bow.

His actions only enraged the lustful demon.

The lustful demon misunderstood the serpent's intentions, thinking that the serpent also wanted to preemptively attack the saintess and enjoy the "spoils" alone.

He was instantly enraged and, cursing, followed after them with all his might.

The speed of a high-ranking assassin is astonishing.

The intricate tunnels inside the mine were like flat ground beneath their feet.

In less than a minute, the two rushed to the No. 3 mine area marked on the map, one after the other.

This is a relatively open platform.

On one side of the rock face, there are still a few dilapidated simple tents used by miners to rest.

The venomous snake was even faster, dashing to the nearest tent and abruptly yanking open the heavy dustproof curtain!

The tent was empty.

The snake's expression froze for a moment.

Upon seeing this, the lustful demon that followed behind shoved the venomous snake away without hesitation.

He rushed in impatiently, whispering excitedly.

"Little beauty, don't hide anymore, let your brother take good care of you..."

However, the beautiful, panicked face of the saintess that was expected did not appear.

The tent contained only some rotten wooden crates, rusty pickaxes, and scattered miscellaneous items, emitting a strong musty smell.

The lustful demon, unwilling to give up, took out a magic lamp and turned it on with a "snap".

The blinding light instantly dispelled the darkness inside the tent, illuminating every corner clearly.

It was indeed deserted.

"Damn it! You're messing with me?!"

Enraged, the demon's forehead veins bulged, and he kicked the empty wooden box in front of him, smashing it to pieces.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to gouge out the eyes of those useless mages and stomp on them!"

The venomous snake also slipped into the tent. Ignoring the lust demon's rage, he quickly crouched down, his sharp eyes sweeping across the ground.

There were clear and fresh footprints from multiple people in the dust, as well as drag marks, and... the embers of a recently extinguished campfire.

"They did stay here, and not for long," the viper calmly assessed.

The lustful glint in the demon's eyes intensified: "They can't get far! Chase them!"

He dashed out of the tent in one stride.

The venomous snake, however, focused its gaze on a rather inconspicuous spot in the corner of the tent, where the soil showed clear signs of being disturbed.

An idea struck him, and he squatted down, carefully brushing away the loose soil with his fingers.

There was a small thing buried under the soil.

A few strands of hair, shimmering with a faint ginkgo gold hue, were carefully wrapped around a small wooden stick.

It turned into an extremely rudimentary... little doll?

The snake's pupils contracted slightly.

"This is?"