Before the sun had completely set, Faceless had already quietly crossed the canal, outflanking the mercenary camp.
Her real name was not Faceless, but Aphrodite. This was the name given to her by Bishop Heather in the Holy City of Hermes, meaning dust. She liked this name very much, because dust was simple and unadorned. As long as it fell to the ground, it would no longer be distinguishable from each other, just like herself.
Only in front of Heather, Aphrodite would restore her original appearance.
As a member of the arbitration tribunal, she assisted the bishop in dealing with many fallen people, including witches who had rebelled against the church, and believers who had been corrupted by the secular world. She was sent to King's City to complete a key task: to transform a devout presiding judge into the King of Graycastle. As for capturing fallen witches, it was just a side activity. She liked to imitate those witches who had been punished and tortured, and then experience it from the beginning to the end. Sharing the pain of the fallen people made her feel more deeply the meaning of everything she had done, and it was also the atonement for her devil's power.
The other side's camp was very cleverly set up, located in the raised fields on the shore, making it difficult to observe their whereabouts from a low place, and the witches flying in the sky made her not dare to get too close. Aphrodite had to lurk in a farm warehouse, waiting until it was dark to act.
When the night shrouded the earth, she unexpectedly found that the situation had changed.
The mercenaries had withdrawn from the pier area, all retreating back to the camp, but those Dreamland Water idiots, unexpectedly sparsely holding torches, gathered together on the riverbank. This kind of formation was simply telling the other side that someone was coming to attack the camp. Even if there were no flying witches, as long as the mercenary group was not completely blind, they could easily see that something was wrong.
Oh no, her heart was not good. If the other side judged that the rats outnumbered them, and that they had no chance of winning, they would definitely retreat to the east. Although marching at night was very taboo, when it came to escaping, they obviously couldn't care so much. But at the moment there was not even a shadow of the encirclement. Dreamland Water had just occupied the pier, and were still relying on the few rafts on the shore to slowly cross the river. By the time they surrounded them, the other side would have already run away. It was impossible to let the rats chase the enemy at night, so where would she go to find those damn witches?
Aphrodite hurried in the direction of the camp, hoping to blend into the group before they retreated.
But when she arrived near the mercenary gathering place, the scene in front of her was completely unexpected.
There were still people patrolling the perimeter of the camp. The bonfire was burning brightly, and the shadows of people came and went. It seemed to be orderly, and there was no chaos.
They didn't choose to retreat?
After carefully observing for a while, Aphrodite confirmed her judgement and was secretly delighted. Although he did not know why the other party decided to stay here instead of running away, the outcome was already set in stone. She took out a dagger from her waist, observed the movements of the sentries, and moved towards the weakest spot.
In addition to giving her the meaning of survival, Lady Heather also taught her fighting and assassination skills. Their opponents were not elite mercenaries who had been through hundreds of battles. This could be seen from the arrangement of the sentries. Taking advantage of a mercenary looking elsewhere, she quickly threw herself behind him, covering his mouth with one hand and stabbing the dagger into his neck with the other.
After quietly killing the mercenary, Aphrodite pressed the other side with one hand and put her other hand on her chest, casting her transformation ability. This was a long or short process: when she replaced the King, in order to ensure that it would last for a long time, she had almost exhausted all the magic in her body, and the transformation time had lasted for nearly half an hour. But this time she didn't need to expend so much effort, and in the blink of an eye she had turned herself into a mercenary. Although the effect could only last for half a day, it was enough for an assassination.
Before the patrol could come back, she quickly stripped off the other side's clothes and put them on her body, while dragging the corpse into the wheat field.But when faced with the mercenary's weapon, she felt a little confused. It was an iron spear with a wooden handle, but the shaft didn't have a spear point, instead there was a small black hole.
What kind of weapon was this?
She thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with an answer. Seeing that the patrol was about to pass by, Aphrodite had no choice but to first follow her memory and carry it on her back, pretending to be a serious lookout.
Just like the countless previous assassinations, the patrol team brushed past her and did not notice anything strange.
Aphrodite was also not anxious to return to the camp to find the whereabouts of the witches, after all, the substitution spell could only simulate the appearance, but couldn't read the mind, in case she met an acquaintance, it would be very easy to give herself away. Wait until these people were in chaos, then there would be countless opportunities for her to choose.
When the moon hung high in the night sky, the idiots of Dreamland finally crossed the canal, approaching her side.And behind her also sounded a whistle, the patrolling and sentinel mercenaries began to withdraw to the camp, her chance had come.
Following the crowd into the camp, Aphrodite was surprised to find that the other side was far more than a hundred people, they had formed a long circle, surrounding the top of the small hill, some were crouching, some were standing, their hands holding that strange weapon, the end with the hole pointed at the enemy.
She didn't have time to take a closer look, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she bent down and entered the nearest tent.
Not long after, outside came the sound of battle cries, which were then interrupted by a more violent explosion. Aphrodite was startled, the sound was so dense, almost without the slightest pause.
In the end what happened? She resisted the urge to poke her head out to see what was going on, calmly waiting.
As time passed, the camp became busy, everywhere was the sound of footsteps and orders, probably adjusting the defensive strength according to the number of enemies attacking. What made Aphrodite anxious was, why after so long, they still hadn't attacked the top of the hill!?
After a while, the sound of banging gradually became sparse, and she could no longer hear the sound of the rats fighting, this made Aphrodite's heart sink, could it be … that the dregs of Dreamland had already been defeated?Even if the number of mercenaries doubled, it would still only be two or three hundred people, and the more than a thousand rats surrounding from all directions were actually unable to take a step onto the top of the hill?
The opportunity seemed to be getting away from her.
Aphrodite immediately drilled out of the tent, moving towards the center of the camp, waiting for the battle to end, when the people were counted, it would be very difficult for her to hide from everyone's eyes. This wasn't a well-prepared infiltration, she was completely unfamiliar with the mercenary group's personnel and password, so she had to finish the battle quickly.
Bypassing two tents, Aphrodite slowly poked her head out, looking towards the center of the camp. She saw four women sitting around the campfire, probably the witches mentioned in the intelligence report. Although the numbers didn't match up, but from the beginning this damned intelligence report was never accurate, and killing two or killing four didn't make much difference, any suspected fallen people should be interrogated. If there wasn't enough time to interrogate, then they should all be killed, even if they were wrong, it was still a necessary sacrifice.
She looked left and right, planning her retreat route, stood up from behind the tent, pretending as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the campfire.
Just as she stepped into the center of the open space, Aphrodite felt a cold hard object pressing against the back of her head.