The Warden of The Witches

Chapter 92:

Paying Back with a Black Pot

Aiden's words sent a chill down Carlo's heart.

He turned his gaze forward and saw the boss staring at him with icy cold eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man, and the barrel of a gun pointed at him.

"Your level of cunning can't even deceive a child. If you want to stay alive, you can only continue to employ me," aiden said, his voice suddenly lowering. "If you can't understand that, I can get angry too."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray mist-like aura emerged from within aiden's body, floating upwards and condensing into a huge cloak-like ghost.

The face of the ghost became blurry under the hood, but its eyes flickered with green ghostly fire.

This was the guardian spirit bestowed upon him by Arsena. This undead spirit was equivalent to a clone of Arsena. Before it's mana was exhausted, he could use several offensive necromancy spells mastered by Arsena according to aiden's will.

Necromancy was the most forbidden form of black magic. Coupled with the "fine tradition" of necromancers killing their master or apprentice, the spread of necromancy worldwide became severely restricted.

Black mages hiding in the world basically only needed to master two or three decent necromancy skills to call themselves necromancers. However, witch like Arsena could master over a dozen advanced necromancy spells.

Sinister Spirit Roar, Ghost Fire, Evil Ghost Entanglement... Any of these attack methods from the guardian spirit can easily "eliminate" everyone here except for Aiden.

Both Arsena and Dailey were S-class wanted criminals before their capture.

One of the criteria for designating S-class wanted criminals is their ability to pose a devastating threat to small towns regulated by law enforcement and armed forces.

Their level of danger is comparable to that of catastrophic-level monsters.

In other words, both Arsena and Dailey had the ability to single-handedly defeat an entire gang.

As Carlo turned around, he saw the enormous ghostly figure almost enveloping him, instantly feeling uneasy.

He had encountered a necromancer on the road before, but compared to this killer, he was nothing.

The boss and the gunmen standing at the door were completely stunned. The gunmen couldn't even hold their guns steady. Even if they didn't understand necromancy, they could imagine that ordinary bullets would have no effect on the ghost.

The assassin was now using the table and chairs as cover, concealing his figure. Even if they attacked simultaneously, they might not be able to hit the assassin. But if the assassin casually used necromancy spells now, they might wipe out everyone!

"Let me tell you, I'm much stronger than the previous 'Blood Reaper'!" Aiden said softly.

Although he was only borrowing the name and power of a prisoner under his command, he couldn't help but admit that the feeling of pretending in front of others was great!

Carlo's heart was filled with fear and anxiety, fully understanding his situation. He had a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind.

This assassin set him up, making the boss believe that he wanted to hire a hitman to kill him, so he came to ravage the room.

Although he hadn't figured out how the assassin set this trap, he had realized that no matter how he explained now, it would be in vain the boss was already afraid of him, and now he had a perfect reason to execute him. He couldn't be easily spared!

And this assassin could kill him at any moment.

His only way to survive was to hire this assassin to solve his problems. Although this guy was basically extorting him, he could only accept this extortion now, or else he was doomed!

He quickly made a decision, "Then all this money is yours, act quickly!"

He had always lived on the edge of a blade, licking blood. He was well aware that in the underworld, only those who understood the situation and adapted to it could survive until the end!

At this moment, Aiden suddenly said, "Then you'll have to pay ten times the amount."

Upon hearing this, Carlo almost spat blood: Ten times the amount? Why don't you just go and catch it yourself?

But upon careful consideration, this guy's methods were no different from robbery.

However, he couldn't possibly produce ten times the money stored in this office on the spot.

At this moment, Carlo really wanted to teach this assassin the essence of extortion as a senior mafia boss.

Slowly squeezing the target dry within their tolerance level, that was extortion.

Only an amateur would resort to such tactics and crush the target.

He didn't know yet that this assassin wasn't here to extort him at all, but specifically to kill him.

This was Aiden's plan. Since Carlo Polpo made Carmilla take the blame and deceived Silaine with it, Aiden didn't mind deceiving the entire gang in a benevolent way and making Carlo take the responsibility for murder. The scapegoat of the mafia boss!

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a scapegoat for a scapegoat. Using the contradictions within the gang to deal with Carlo without dirtying his own hands.

He had already spoken to the Mounted Police and the Inquisition in advance, so he didn't have any worries.

At this time, the big boss standing at the door spoke: "Allow me to interrupt you, Tainted Blood Reaper. I also understand the rules of a assassin. When assassin takes a job, he must complete the task and cannot be bribed to switch sides. But now you havent reached a deal with Carlo yet, so I guess theres still room for maneuver, right?

"Oh? What do you want to say?" Aiden responded.

"I want to bid!" the big boss said fiercely, "This traitor is my subordinate, you kill him, and when I take back his assets, all of them can be yours! I can still add more money , no matter how much he bids, I can bid higher than him!"

The big boss had his own plan in mind. He brought such a gunman to seize the bag. He thought it was foolproof. But when he got here, he discovered that the killer hired by Carlo turned out to be a monster that completely exceeded his expectations - the second generation "Tainted Blood Reaper".

This second-generation not only inherited the abilities of the previous generation, but was also able to use black magic. It was really terrifying!

If Carlo is allowed to make a deal, his situation will be in danger. He must buy this assassin before Carlo does!

"Oh? You are very smart."

Aiden burst into laughter. Although he had arranged this show, the performances of these supporting characters were even more exciting than he expected.

"We, the Skull Gang, are willing to establish a friendly relationship with the big shot behind you, Ms. Melusine. You just need to tell me how much the protection fee is, and I will have no problem with it." The big boss said confidently.

"I like to trade with smart people." Aiden smiled and simply borrowed the donkey from Poxia, "Since you are so sincere, sir, we are willing to sell you a face. I only take the money on the table, and I will give him to you." I won't kill him, Ill leave it to you to handle it yourself.

"That's perfect!"

Carlo, hearing his fate decided so easily, panicked, "Wait, wait!"

The boss quickly grabbed a gunman's pistol and shot Carlo in the abdomen, causing him to crash onto a chair with a scream.

The mob boss, more experienced in the underworld than Carlo, chose to severely wound him in this situation to seal the deal.

Carlo, clutching his stomach, writhed in pain on the chair. His fate was now sealed. Accused of betraying the gang, he would be executed by the boss in the cruelest manner as a warning to others.

Struggling to reach for a gun, Carlo, in agony, seemed torn between attacking others or ending his own life. The boss, swift and decisive, shot him twice more, crippling his shoulder and arm.

After dealing with Carlo, the mob boss turned to the young man with scars on his face and shouted, "Why aren't you helping the guest put the money in the bag!?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then moved to carefully pick up a sack, stuffing the money and gold bars from the table inside.

Throughout this process, Carlo, unable to move, continued to groan in pain.

Taking advantage of the situation, Aiden, hidden behind the chair, lowered his voice and said to Carlo, "Everything you did to Carmila and Silaine a year ago has come back to haunt you. You're on your way, scum."

Upon hearing this, Carlo abruptly stopped screaming. He stared wide-eyed in terror and angrily asked, "Who... who are you?"

This time, Aiden didn't answer him.

The young man finally finished packing all the money into the bag and carefully approached Aiden, holding out the bag.

"Here, please take it." He handed it over cautiously, clearly afraid of the formidable "assassin" before him.

"Good job," aiden praised.

"No, I dare not take it," the young man thought aiden referred to the money, lowering his head in fear.

"Even though the deal is done, I'll take the first step!" Aiden declared, initiating his concealed black magicthe runes on the chair back were already drawn with his hand.

The room instantly filled with mist. The mist thickened visibly, soon becoming completely opaque.

the mob boss and the gang members were momentarily baffled by this sudden turn of events, but a few seconds later, the fog dissipated.

"Gone..." the young man stood still.

The assassin and the money bag disappeared in the mist, leaving Carlo Polpo half-dead on the chair.

A few minutes later, on the outskirts of the old district, under the clock tower.

"Come on, Veronica, give me a hand; this bag is heavy!" Aiden, back to his original form, handed the sack to Veronica, who came to meet him.

"Sure, what's inside?" Veronica took the bag, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief. Aiden's safe return meant the plan went smoothly.

"Booty," aiden answered briefly.

"Huh?" Veronica glanced at the contents of the bag, her eyes widening, "So much money!?"

"They insisted on giving it. I'll treat it as confiscated loot from the mob and deal with it later."

"Oh, I see..." Veronica nodded in partial understanding, "Is Carlo Polpo taken care of then?"

"Yeah, that guy has cooled off for good," aiden grinned happily.

As he had told Dailey and the others, personally dealing with Carlo Polpo, who added workload to his prison, was indeed a satisfying task.

"But what about Silaine's matter? How do we handle it?" Veronica asked with concern.

The undead Silaine had targeted Carmila, and Carlo Polpo's death wouldn't appease her hatred.

"For her, I'll find another way to deal with it," aiden put away his smile and replied seriously, "As long as... nothing unexpected happens."