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Chapter 102 The Dark Brotherhood

A caravan of carriages traveled across the open plain. Inside one of the carriages, Kane sat quietly, with a couple driving the horses in front of him. The carriages bore the logo of the merchant guild.

As they drove into a vast plain, Kane looked out the window.

The wind swept across the fields, causing the wheat ears to sway in the breeze like waves. And among the wheat ears, many simply dressed "people" were working diligently.

Their ears were slightly pointed, but only slightly more noticeable than those of ordinary people—they were half-elves, descendants of pure-blooded elves and humans who had intermarried for generations.

The bloodline of the ancient pure-blooded elves has long since thinned out. Today, in the Susas Elven Court, apart from the nobles, the bloodline, lifespan, and other traits of ordinary half-elves are almost indistinguishable from those of humans.

"Your Excellency, we have entered the territory of the Susas Elven Court," the coachman's voice came from ahead. "We will reach Twin Port in half a day's journey."

Kane nodded.

Twin Harbor is the closest city to the Nordic city of Susas, a port where two rivers meet.

Its unique feature is that half of the building is on the water, a floating structure in the style of an elf, while the other half is on land.

He closed his eyes.

For this departure, he spent ten gold coins to board the carriage of the Nord Merchant Guild, which had connections with the Susas Elven Court.

"The Demon Cult's plans in Nord have failed, and other countries are unlikely to promote demonic rituals in the short term for the sake of an arms race."

"But after suffering such a heavy blow, the Demonic Cult may... accelerate other conspiracies."

As he was pondering, he suddenly sensed movement on the panel:

[Check: You gain 1 point of National Legendary Rank]

[Note: In the city of war, you thwarted the demon cult's plot, killed the royal representative, and prevented a tragedy from befalling the city. Of course, your fate remains uncertain, and you've also come under the scrutiny of many powerful figures—not entirely a good thing.]

"National Legend Level..."

Kane pondered to himself. National legend status is different from city legend status. The latter is limited to Shantar, while the former means that his existence has been heard throughout the Nord kingdom—especially by the royal family of the capital and the high and mighty queen.

"The hint says this may not be a good thing; it seems I might be seen as a threat to the monarchy. Although I believe I destroyed the demon cult and provided evidence, in the eyes of the royal family, it may simply be a subordinate acting on his own initiative, and the evidence is all presented after death—after all, both parties involved are already dead."

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm already in the Susas Elven Court. Even if she finds out I'm not dead, she can't just send someone here to arrest me."

Kane continued to clarify the purpose of his trip. He took out a striped sheet of paper he had brought from home and wrote down:

1. Continue investigating the Demon Cult's conspiracy in the Elven Court of Susas, identify key figures and eliminate them;

Second, acquire a stable spellbook, advance to the second tier, and gain skill points to complete the advancement;

Third, to repay the favor to the teacher of the curved sword technique, deliver the letter to Ms. Theresa.

That's roughly it. He touched his bulging bag, pondering how to acquire skill points. Usually, skill points require the right timing, just like when he joined the Night's Watch, he only gained them by triggering multiple quests.

But as an outsider, he had no connections or influence in the Susas Elven Court.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered what his first mentor, Raun, who had died at his hands, had said to him in the demon stronghold:

"The Dark Brotherhood..."

Perhaps I could go there and take a look under a new identity.

……

Twin Harbors, with their elfin-style floating structures swaying gently on the water.

Kane disembarked from the carriage, bid farewell to the merchant guild, and found an inn to stay in. He changed into a long robe, put on his hood, and waited until the streets were deserted at night before crossing a series of floating bridges to reach a suspended building overlooking the water.

This is a half-elf style tavern, with a wooden signboard carved with entwined vine patterns. Loud noises come from inside, mixed with the clinking of glasses and rough laughter.

Kane entered, wearing a mask.

Upon seeing him enter, the patrons merely glanced at him briefly before lowering their heads to chat and laugh, paying little attention to this unfamiliar masked man.

He walked to the bar. A half-elf maid with long silver-grey hair and delicate eyes looked at him and pointed to the wooden sign next to her: "What would you like to order? The wine list is on it."

Kane shook his head: "This is not what I want."

The maid's expression remained unchanged, but her hand subtly moved under the counter: "What would you like?"

Kane whispered, "A glass of red life's symphony, in the silence."

The maid paused for a moment, then smiled. "So you want a private room. Please come with me."

As he spoke, Kane clearly felt several gazes cast his way from the patrons behind him. He wasn't surprised, simply nodded, and followed the maid up the stairs.

The wooden stairs creaked and turned several corners, leading to a basement. The maid suddenly turned around, smiled, and asked, "Where did you hear that?"

Kane responded in a low voice behind his mask, "Does it matter?"

The maid clapped her hands lightly: "Then, please remove your mask. The Dark Brotherhood does not entertain guests who do not wish to show their faces. We do not make contacts casually."

Kane thought to himself: An organization that specializes in assassinations, conspiracies, and poisons, and even trained members for a demonic cult, is talking about "not making casual contact"? But he still said, "I refuse."

The half-elf maid suddenly smiled: "Then I apologize, sir."

Suddenly, a whooshing sound arose from behind! A pair of hands lunged at them—

Kane dodged forward, but the attacker pressed forward again.

Kane narrowed his eyes, his blood rushing through his veins, unleashing a burst of power as he delivered a powerful chop to the masked man's shoulder and neck. The masked man coughed up blood, drew a dagger from his robes, and gripped it with practiced ruthlessness.

Kane felt a sense of familiarity—he actually missed this dagger-wielding technique.

He suppressed his surprise and calmly dealt with the situation using his expertise as a dagger expert, accurately dodging every slash and thrust from his opponent.

The newcomer, who was only at the first level of strength, had all his slashes easily dodged, and astonishment gradually appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, the maid spoke up: "Stop."

The masked man immediately withdrew his attack and stepped back, standing respectfully to the side, clutching his injured shoulder and neck, his eyes still fixed on Kane with vigilance.

The maid looked at Kane: "I am Sophia, the person in charge of this area. Who exactly are you? If you still refuse to accept our demands, please leave."

Kane remained silent for a moment, knowing that if he did not reveal his true colors today, he would probably not be able to achieve his goal.

He slowly removed his mask, revealing the face of a pure-blooded drow elf.

Sofia's expression changed drastically; the inquiry in her eyes instantly turned to shock. She then bowed deeply, her tone full of respect:

"Welcome, esteemed pureblood drow. May we ask your name and the purpose of our visit?"