Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 240: The Cold-blooded Killer of Syracuse Who Left the Family

In early spring in Syracuse, drizzle is the main theme of the sky. Looking at the city from the wilderness, the well-arranged urban buildings are shrouded in gray fog.

Wet weather is annoying, and the hair on the ears and tail is often stained with dirty water splashed by road vehicles. However, the splashes may not be dirty water, but also boiling blood.

In the dark alleys beside the busy Syracuse Avenue, leather boots quickly stepped over the puddles in the potholes on the road, and the blood dripping from the injured prey guided the hunter in the direction.

The blood dripping from the blade, the silver family crest on her chest, the cold and calm expression, and the conspicuous knife scar on her cheek all indicate the woman's identity: a member of a famous Venetian family in Syracuse.

Ingrid Venice

She had just been attacked by other families. A sharp sword blade pierced out from the most inconspicuous corner of the street and pierced through the coat she was wearing.

Ingrid's sword counterattack was so fast that the moment she locked onto the attacker's direction, the weapon in her hand had already cut through the opponent's chest.

The feel of the sword hilt let Ingrid know that the opponent was wearing a protective vest, so the blow was not fatal.

Although Ingrid has decided to leave Syracuse, since someone wants to kill her, Ingrid doesn't mind clearing out a group of competitors for the family.

Following the bloodstains on the ground and turning the corner, five or six Ruperts wearing black suits and holding sharp blades appeared in front of us.

The injured assassin was now lying on the wet ground, his chest no longer moving.

"If it's just the few of you, the building blocks may not be enough." Ingrid chuckled and shook off the raindrops on the blade.

"That's not necessarily true, Ingrid of the Venice family..." Several men in black looked at each other and dispersed to attack from all directions.

"I'm in a hurry, so your death will not be too dignified." The sword blade drove the air to cut through the raindrops, and the thin vest could not protect the neck.

A cold light flashed, and heads with ferocious expressions fell to the ground due to inertia, followed by bodies that lost control.

The blood spurting out from the neat cuts painted the walls on both sides of the narrow alley a bright red.

"I was delayed on the road for a while. I wonder if little Lisa has woken up..." Ingrid quickly walked through the alley, returned to Syracuse Avenue, and continued her shopping trip as if nothing had happened.

......

"Old man, I am leaving Syracuse. Take care of yourself in the days to come." Ingrid gently placed the silver family emblem in front of old Venice, then turned around and left.

"Where are you taking little Lisa? To the East?" Old Venice picked up the family emblem, stroked the patterns on it with his old and skinny fingers, lowered his head and asked in a deep voice.

"No, the East Country can't cure her illness. I will take her to Kazdel."

"Here's some money, use it as Lisa's medical expenses." Old Venice opened the drawer and took out a large stack of money in an envelope.

"No need. The money I've saved is enough." Ingrid didn't stop and continued forward.

A neatly dressed, gentle and elegant Rupert man passed by her.

"Ingrid..." The man greeted with a smile, but received no response.

"Master, seven bodies were just found on our territory. Six were killed by one blow and one bled to death." The man bowed and reported to Old Venice who was sitting on a recliner.

"It must be Ingrid's handiwork. I smell blood on her."

"Oh, no wonder the wound is so neat. I'll arrange for someone to deal with the body now." The man bowed to Old Venice again and turned to leave.

"Antonio, Ingrid is leaving with little Lisa, you go and see her off. Find a chance to put the money in their car."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

......

"Mom, I saw Uncle Antonio waving at us. Why don't you turn around and go back?" The young nine-tailed fox sat in the passenger seat and asked Ingrid who was concentrating on driving.

"Don't worry about him." Ingrid glanced at the rearview mirror and didn't see Antonio as Lisa mentioned.

"Mom, are we going to see Dad?"

"Lisa, does the wound on your arm still hurt?" Ingrid did not directly answer her daughter's question, but instead expressed her concern for her daughter's arm that had been stabbed by the Originium fragments.

Even though the wound had healed long ago, the dark Originium crystals had already taken root in the flesh and blood, and began to invade other parts of the body along the blood vessels.

"It just hurts occasionally, don't worry, mom." Lisa shook her little head, and her two delicate braids swayed.

"Mom plans to take you to get treatment, and you can go see Dad after you're cured." Ingrid looked ahead. The lifting platform of the mobile city was at the end of the street.

"Okay." Lisa gave her mother a sweet smile, her eyes full of expectation and hope.

......

Ingrid Venice, the notorious assassin of the Venetian family in Syracuse, drove all the way to the northeast.

At the same time, the rumored mobile embassy of Ursus, the Emperor's Blade, secretly followed Speaker Witte's convoy, leaving Saint Stein Castle and heading southeast.

As the sharp sword wielded by the emperor, the Inner Guards are not actually completely loyal to the emperor. They are more loyal to Ursus.

The current ruling class of Ursus is divided into two factions: the new and old nobles, and the internal guards also have their own favored factions.

Shortly after his companions left the base, the news that the two Internal Guards and Speaker Witt had left Saint Stein Castle one after another was delivered to Koschei through layers of transfers between the Internal Guards and Snake Scales.

"Oh... I didn't expect it to be you, Speaker Witte." Kosice licked his scarlet lips, his cold snake eyes narrowed into slits because of excitement.

"You may have to sacrifice yourself for the greatness of Ursus. Isn't this exactly what you want? Once I leave the land of Ursus, I won't have to be bound by my hands anymore."

Koschei walked out of the room, the sunlight shining through the glass in the corridor onto his body, the shadow under his feet distorted, his mouth opened to reveal his fangs.

......

Syracuse has its own cold-blooded killers, and Kazdel also has his own underground scavengers.

In the underground level of the city, Ascalon stepped out from the darkness, the knife on his arm already stained with blood.

Several subordinates, wrapped in cloaks with only the tips of their heads exposed, followed behind him. Two people in a group carried the still warm corpse and put it into a body bag.

Prepare to take it back and use Sarkaz witchcraft to search for possible remaining memories and find the mastermind behind it.

"Another group of people trying to steal the formula of the medicine. They keep coming. It's not a pity that they die..."