Chapter 6, The Frail Assassin

Morin had long been on guard; although he hesitated, he did not let his vigilance slip. The moment he sensed even the slightest movement on the bed, he was already aware and without hesitation, he took off.

"Do not leave through the door?" Moshen said

Flash

"It is better not to leave any unnecessary traces," Morin said, as half of his body had already crawled out.

There is no other way; we can only rely more on wisdom to solve problems

In this way, can it come to an end? After watching Morin leave, Mosen looked back at the small cabin once more. Soon, there would no longer be that bothersome presence in this flower garden, which he cherished the most. Upon realizing this, Mosen suddenly found that he was not as eager as he had been in the morning when designing the viewing pavilion; his mood seemed to have become somewhat heavy

The fleeing Morin did not look back, but merely listened to the sounds behind him. His Spirit of the Pivot was the most powerful, having reached the Sixth Heaven. Once he completed the connection with the Spirit of the Hero, he would attain the realm of the Connector, gaining even greater abilities. However, aside from that, his other five spirits, with the exception of the Spirit of Strength, also possessed certain levels of mastery. The Spirit of Sound had already reached the Third Heaven, and at this distance, no sound could escape his ears.

This is indeed somewhat of a dampener, but Morin is quite helpless with a body like this. He certainly envies those who are exceptionally skilled and move like the wind. However, the Morin family's physique is inherently sluggish in terms of physical strength.

Mosen was worried from the very beginning that he would not be able to carry out this task cleanly, so he called upon his nephew, who works as a killer, to assist him. In retrospect, the saying that each profession has its own expertise is not without merit.

Morin saw the target lying motionless on the bed, but at that moment, his more powerful and sharper Sixfold Spirit of the Celestial Pivot conveyed to him even more precise information

This is the toxin I extracted from the oleander and the white nightshade, and the amount on this needle is sufficient to kill an entire grade of students from the Zhi Feng Academy. Now..." Morin said, carefully inserting the needle into the mattress, then stepping back to take a look, nodding in satisfaction.

the latter half of the night

"Uncle, come over and lend a hand!" Morin called out. After two strenuous attempts to climb, he ultimately slid down helplessly, and had no choice but to seek assistance from friends and family.

If one were a perceptive individual with an exceptional spirit, they might discern the differences within. However, Morin knew that the person in the cabin possessed no such perception, especially since he was now a dead man

Without perception, this fellow has no idea how powerful and terrifying the target he is pursuing truly is

A figure gently moved through the flowerbed, occasionally accompanied by footsteps that coincidentally blended with the rustling sound of the wind brushing through the flowers.

I got up ... ... got out of bed. ... ... ... went to the window ... ! ... jumped out !

"Just live there," Moshen pointed to the small wooden house behind Morin.

"Uncle, rest assured, I will take care of the aftermath when I come to collect the needle. No one will discover that his death was unnatural." Morin smiled confidently, and after the incident of climbing through the window, his assassin demeanor immediately resurfaced. After saying this, he walked towards an empty direction and soon disappeared from Mosun's sight.

Mosen's nephew. The Mo family, much like the position of the Wind Academy among various academies, is an inconspicuous family among the countless families on the continent. They possess no remarkable bloodline, nor do they have a vast family estate. They lack a unified plan for the future of the family; in fact, they resemble an ordinary extended family, without the burden of family reputation or similar concerns. Each member lives their own life, and the only bond they share is a sense of kinship due to their blood relation, nothing more.

He has absolute confidence in the toxin he has configured, with no issues at hand; apart from not being stabbed, there is fundamentally no explanation at all

"Stop rambling. What are you going to do?" Mosen strained to tiptoe outside the window, observing Morin's actions inside the room

Morin is still hesitating, but the figure on the bed has already moved

"Uncle, help me," Morin called out to Mosen from the window, asking him to assist him in climbing out.

The temperature is incorrect

Mosen feels somewhat uneasy. He only knows that his nephew is engaged in this matter, but he is unaware of the level of competence. Initially, he felt quite reassured, but now he is beginning to doubt its reliability.

Although Morin is fully capable of this, Mosen repeatedly emphasized that it must be an accident, one that appears to others as an unexpected event rather than an unnatural death

"Yes," Moshen said

Where is the person to be killed? After the pleasantries were exchanged, Morin immediately began to cherish his time and started his work.

"I will come to collect the needles in the late night, and then just wait to collect his body!" Morin said while patting down the clothes that had been disturbed when he climbed through the window.

Should we kill him directly

Mosen looked around to confirm that no one was present, then hurriedly stepped forward to assist, finally managing to get Morin into the small room. Following this, they heard Morin, who had entered the room, exclaim in frustration: "Who is it! Why didn't you lock the door when you went out?"

Morin

Not right

Why did the poison needle not take effect? Was it discovered?

Hope that Su Tang will not be too sad... Moshen thought, as he began to lower his head to tend to the flowers and plants, for only these could bring peace to his heart

Mosen felt helpless. If one must assign a characteristic to the Mo family lineage, then poor physical fitness would likely be the most fitting. However, it is regrettable that this is a flaw rather than a powerful ability, and such a label is better left unassigned

The design is practical, and the considerations are quite thorough. However, this clumsy attempt to climb through the window has completely ruined the aura that an assassin should possess. Fortunately, Moshen is one of their own and can understand Morin's difficulties. If it were another employer, they would likely have already lost confidence in this assassin.

Even though the Mo family members are physically weak and possess very little strength, as perceivers, they still have plenty of combat means. Compared to ordinary people, this represents an entirely different level. This guy, clearly lacking any spirit power, still dares to chase after me; this is probably what is meant by the saying that the ignorant are fearless

A few twinkling stars hang in the sky, but for a perceiver who has reached the second heaven realm of the Chongzhi Po, this little light is already sufficient for him to discern everything

There is currently no one there. Morin demonstrated his professionalism. He had already familiarized himself with the entire situation in this area before deciding to stay here

I never expected that dealing with an ordinary person would require me to activate my contingency plan, Mo Lin thought to herself

Morin stepped on two footstools and rested his hand on the windowsill. Although the room was darker, as long as there was a bit of light, it posed no problem for a perceiver at the second level of the Spirit Realm to see clearly.

Be careful when you leave," Moshen advised. Although the atmosphere at the Academy of Wind is quite tolerant, it cannot disregard the lives and deaths of its students. The academy will certainly conduct a thorough investigation, and a stranger like Morin is bound to raise suspicions.

Although there was no physical contact, even at this distance, Morin had already sensed the body heat emanating from the target. It was already the latter half of the night; unless this individual had just fallen asleep, it was impossible for him, who had been dead in the middle of the night, to still possess such body heat

Cannot ... ...

There is no need to ask, as Mosen is already aware of Morin's plan. It is simple yet practical; who could discover the poison scheme hidden beneath the mattress? Even Mosen, with his sixth-tier strength, cannot see through it.

Mosen is a horticulturist at the Academy of Wind, while Morin, on the other hand, is an assassin, or rather, a killer

Morin could not help but glance back; the so-called worthless waste mentioned by Uncle Mosen did not seem entirely useless. At the very least, it displayed a certain boldness, although in his view, that boldness appeared quite foolish

It is very simple. Morin has already begun his actions. He approached the bedside, took a pair of tweezers from his right pocket, and then carefully extracted a needle from a pouch sewn into the left side of his garment.

The situation seems a bit off, is it for further confirmation, or ... ...

Even so, Morin still approached the window as quietly as possible, then bent down and stacked two bricks under the window to serve as a footrest

This made things simpler, Morin said, immediately turning around and striding towards the window of the small cabin. The window was relatively high, and Morin had already confirmed the situation inside, so he did not look again. He grasped the windowsill with both hands and forcefully climbed up, but the professional assassin's aura was soon completely lost.

A heavy thud echoed behind Morin, and to his surprise, the target had chased after him