The Witcher threatened him with words. Since he had already controlled the highest ruler of the castle...
he was too lazy to go looking for Foltest's assassination targets one by one. Instead, he would use the Prince of Maribor's command to bring them here and deal with them all at once.
Including the finance minister and military nobleman from earlier, plus the six people he ordered the Prince of Maribor to summon, if these eight people were eliminated, not only would Maribor's army be paralyzed, but the city would also likely struggle to function.
Guilliman believed that exchanging these eight heads for ten thousand orens from Foltest would not be excessive.
Of course, as a frugal Witcher, since he had passed by a prince's castle, how could he not visit his family vault?
Now was perfect; his twenty-seven cubic meter storage space was mostly empty.
Unless it absolutely couldn't fit, he intended to loot all the wealth in this castle clean.
Hearing Guilliman's command, the Prince of Maribor immediately realized what the Witcher wanted to do.
Although his face was filled with surprise and fear, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.
After all, summoning so many people at once, surely one or two clever ones would notice something. If there were enough people, he might have a chance to survive.
Just as the prince was considering how to explain the bodies in the hall to the incoming guard captain...
the Witcher waved his hand, and the three bodies in the council hall, along with the rubbish on the council table, all vanished into thin air.
Aside from a few bloodstains on the floor, there were no signs of a struggle in the hall.
Then, under the Witcher's coercion, he wrote an order and handed it to Captain Hoffman, who was waiting outside, commanding him to bring the other six important figures in the city here for an urgent discussion.
Unfortunately, under the influence of the Soul Contract, even if the Prince of Maribor had a fleeting thought of betraying him, a soul-tearing pain would erupt in his brain.
So he could only watch the guards in front of him, unable to call for help, his face pale as he urged the guards to carry out the order.
However, when Prince Yurkas looked back at the council hall again, he could no longer see the Witcher's figure, wondering where the highly skilled assassin had hidden.
Half an hour later, as expected, some of the six important figures he had secretly summoned brought personal guards with them.
When nearly twenty people crowded into the council hall, asking him what had happened...
hope for survival swelled in the Prince of Maribor's heart.
With so many people, even if they couldn't defeat the devil-like assassin, they would surely create a commotion and attract the guards outside.
Of course, reality is often crueler than imagination.
As the six important figures chattered, asking him why he had gathered them at this time...
two cylindrical Northern Wind bombs, like glass tubes, were suddenly thrown in from outside the window, landing precisely in the crowd.
Bang! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The explosion of the Northern Wind bombs wasn't loud, but when the fierce, extreme cold from the bombs enveloped everyone...
everyone except Prince Yurkas was slowly frozen into ice blocks by the magical cold in a very short time, without even letting out a scream.
Yurkas was stunned. He had never expected that the devil-like assassin before him was also a sorcerer, a powerful sorcerer.
Otherwise, how could he have used such powerful ice magic in such a short time?
However, what terrified Yurkas even more was that the devil-like assassin casually chopped off the heads of the important figures frozen into ice, then threw the three bodies and rubbish he had previously stored back onto the ground.
He walked up to the Prince of Maribor, as if killing dozens of people before was like crushing ants, completely unworthy of attention.
The Witcher suddenly said "Oh," as if remembering something, and made a strange hand gesture towards the bodies in the hall. Instantly, dozens of faintly glowing orbs of light were absorbed into his body.
"Alright, Your Highness Prince."
"You are a smart man, and you certainly didn't disappoint me."
"Now, let's close this room. You order that no one is allowed in tonight, then take me to your family vault."
"Open the vault and let me pick a few things."
"As long as you do all this, I promise I won't kill you."
"I swear to the gods, I am always a man of my word."
Hearing the Witcher say this, the Prince of Maribor, who was completely terrified, clutched at it like a drowning man, nodding frantically and saying:
"Good! Good! Good!"
"I'll take you to my family vault right now, it's in the basement."
"You can take whatever you want from inside, as long as you don't kill me."
Seeing the prince being so cooperative, Guilliman almost felt bad about deceiving him further.
He smiled and nodded, saying softly:
"Of course, Your Esteemed Highness."
"Don't worry, how much can one person take anyway?"
"After I leave, you will still be the wealthy and powerful Prince of Maribor."
"Let's just pretend tonight's events never happened."
Although Yurkas didn't believe a word of the assassin's lies, he still nodded desperately, just to seize that slim chance of survival.
After all, as a nobleman of this era, even if he was defeated, he would still receive noble treatment and could even ransom his freedom.
But if he were killed here, he would truly have nothing left.
"Okay, let's go to the family vault now."
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