Pseudo-Villaines

Baron Assassination

"Curtain! That Lombard bastard! He could have humiliated me in front of the king! This is unacceptable!"

In his study room located in one part of his house, viscount Lostov looked very frustrated. He kicked everything in front of him. Benches, tables, small cabinets, etc.

This was because of Baron Lombard. Since the generations of his father and grandfather, the relationship between the Lostovs and the Lombards was antagonistic. Hostile and trying to get rid of each other.

So far, there have been no extreme measures. At most they only dropped the reputation of the opponent by talking about the ugliness of each in the presence of other kings and nobles.

But for viscount Lostov, the Lombard barons had gone too far. That person actually took advantage of the events of two years ago to bring him down his pride and his family.

"Look at the king's majesty. Also dear gentlemen. viscount Lostov could not protect his house from rebellion by the animals! How could he possibly protect this kingdom if he could not protect his own surname!?"

ARGGH!!! Remembering that sentence made him even more frustrated! Viscount Lostov had no other choice! He had to get rid of that person immediately or his reputation would fall!

Amidst her frustration and despair, she heard a small laugh behind her. Quickly, he immediately pulled out his sword from the scabbard and turned around quickly then stabbed towards the sound of laughter.

But the stab only hit empty air. Instantly also viscount Lostov felt a chill run through his entire body. He had indeed felt this but only occasionally. A fear.

"You look very upset, Mr. viscount. As I thought, you need my help to get rid of your anxiety."

The person who should have died from his stab is now sitting casually in his chair. He even put both his feet on the table casually without any fear and hesitation.

"W-who are you!? W-what's your business at my place!?"

Even viscount Lostov could feel that his voice was trembling. He was scared, panicked, and worried. Was he the one who was sent by the Lombard baron to kill himself? Will his life end tonight? He doesn't want to die now! Not before he saw the head of baron Lombard separate from his body!

"Haha! Looks like you misunderstood, Mr. viscount."

The man laughed as he leaned his back on the chair. The mask he was wearing made viscount Lostov not know the face behind the figure.

"I'm just a worker who offers my services to those who 'need'. Incidentally, I found out that you are my potential customer."

The man placed a piece of paper on Viscount Lostov's desk. He hesitantly took the paper and read the contents. A moment later, the expression on his face changed drastically.

He smiled behind his mask. Viscount Lostov could sense that. His teeth were trembling but if this person before him could do as he wished, then Viscount Lostov would give a decent price.

"Good, then, wait for the news tomorrow. Ah, I'm asking for half of the payment tonight."

Viscount Lostov moved stiffly. He took a bag of money from his wooden safe and gave it to the person in front of him.

"Alright, I'll go first, lord viscount. You can wait for news from me. At the latest, I'll give it to you tomorrow night. Nice doing business with you, Mr. Viscount. Then I'll see you again."

Viscount Lostov could only see the person leaving without doing anything. Hands clenched. Why would he be able to break through the security in his Mansion? Viscount Lostov is back now.

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The nobles have a habit of pleasing themselves with glamorous things. Usually by buying super luxury items brought from a larger kingdom.

Especially they like everything gold plated. Gold plated plate, silver plated glass, etc. Of course not all nobles can buy this. But sometimes, they would set aside their money to increase their prestige.

"Truly a joyous day. What I achieved yesterday is worth celebrating. The fall of viscount Lostov was in sight. I'll take all the treasure he has. Ah, the girl's pretty so I'll take her. Ahhaha!"

Baron Lombard laughed to himself as he walked with his guards. There were four knights tasked with ensuring her safety.

Mood Baron Lombard was really good at the time when then, somehow, one of the pink-haired little boys was picking up his pocket of money.

"MALINGS!!! HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!? HURRY UP AND CHASE THE BOY!!"

The knights hesitated for a moment. However, they immediately ran over to see the Baron's anger slowly rising.

"That bastard!!"

Baron Lombard still looks very emotional. He did not even realize that from a distance, a coachman riding on three horses pulling a large carriage filled with many items was shouting at him.

Baron Lombard only realized when the horses stayed a few more steps towards him. But too late, the horse's legs had already flapped its jaws and neck first. The Baron's neck and jaw crumbled right then and there. In less than ten seconds, his life had stretched and he was no longer awake for good.