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Upon reflection, it was not without clues that Abel had become an Old Days Believer.

When Leonard had been undercover in the Silver Moon Sect, the goal of the Silver Moon Leader had been very clear: to get close to Young Master Kak and infiltrate the High-ranking Nobility Circle.

But the Lionheart Family was not foolish and not entirely unguarded against Faith Pollution. It was hard to contaminate the core members.

At present, it seemed that people from the Silver Moon Sect had already penetrated part of the Lionheart Family.

That Silver Moon Leader, his schemes ran deep.

Leonard thought about it and felt that the Silver Moon Sect was a big trouble.

As for how the leader of the Great Sword Hunters Group, Bonnie, intended to save people, that was her business.

He had done what he needed to do.

Leonard had no intention of meddling further.

Even if he were exposed, it didn’t matter.

After all, the killing of Abel could not be concealed, and the old faction of the Silver Moon was an enemy in itself.

He didn’t care about the additional bounty on his head.

What Leonard now intended to do was to go to the Hunter’s Association to post encrypted information and pass the message to Camilla.

The “Thirteen Masked Knights,” although mysterious and with strong combat power, might not know the situation of the Silver Moon Sect.

Old Days Believers suffered from Faith Pollution, making it very difficult to obtain information.

Even a powerful official organization like the X Bureau found it hard to grasp accurate information about the Silver Moon Sect.

The current situation was a bit complicated.

Leonard had basically confirmed that the Silver Moon Sect had already colluded with some great noble secretly or had infiltrated them.

And the Silver Moon Believers, due to the reason of the God they served, possessed some special means unknown to outsiders.

Leonard had no interest in those conspiracies,

but he felt that Camilla’s assassination operation might encounter troubles.

…

After a short while, Leonard walked out of the bustling Hunter’s Association.

The information had been posted in an encrypted recruitment manner, and Camilla was very likely to see it.

Having done this, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and strolled the streets.

After killing Abel and learning the origin of the Gluttony Breathing Technique, he had originally planned to return immediately to Sinless City, to go to Upper State Prison to see who that mysterious expert was.

But now, plans had changed, and he decided to stay a few more days.

He had also heard some news from the Information merchant about the Black Market. Lionheart City was bustling with excitement, as many High-ranking nobles and experts were present.

The more lively it got, the more it felt like a storm was brewing.

Knowing Camilla’s character, even if she was aware of the dangers, she would still not give up the assassination.

After all, it was a blood feud.

And there was a legend about the “Thirteen Masked Knights” among the Black Market: once they took on a mission, they were bound to complete it.

Camilla and her team would definitely go, and there were people waiting for them to make their move.

So, in the upcoming days in Lion City, there was bound to be an earth-shattering battle.

Leonard was very interested in battles at such a level.

With that thought, he changed his outfit and went to mingle in a tavern.

Leonard had spent some time mingling in Noble Circles.

He thought that if one were to assassinate High-ranking nobility, the chances were highest at public occasions.

Such as banquets, balls, and the like.

Those venues were complex with many people, making it easy to mix in and get close to the target.

He had inquired some information from the Information merchant beforehand and learned that in two days, the Lionheart Family would host a charity auction.

Almost every noble in Lion City would receive an invitation then.

As a Fugitive, Leonard had to be careful at every step.

He wanted to find a suitable identity to disguise himself with and sneak into the charity auction, to simply watch the commotion unfold.

After waiting in the tavern for quite a while,

the street finally started to get lively.

Members of the Brotherhood’s Gang were raging through the streets looking for someone.

While others did not know what the Gang was up to, Leonard knew that Abel’s death had finally been revealed.

But the timing was ideal.

Even if someone guessed who had done it, they would likely think that after such a long time, the killer would have already left Lion City.

At the same time, he also admired the work of the female leader of the Great Sword group for not revealing their hand prematurely with so many people in tow.

Leonard paid no attention to the Gang members passing by the tavern in their search, leisurely enjoying his drink.

Around midnight, Leonard found his target.

A man dressed in an opulent, classical suit entered the tavern.

Coincidentally, Leonard knew the man he had seen twice before at Rose Manor.

A downtrodden manor lord, Baron Keton.

…

Two days later.

In the wealthy district of the Eighth District.

Inside a lavish apartment.

Leonard shoved the unconscious Baron Keton into a wardrobe, and as he closed the door, he said with a smile, “I’m sorry, Baron, have a good rest tonight.”

No sooner had he spoken than the muscles on Leonard’s face began to shift, and within moments, he transformed into a slightly chubby, mustachioed middle-aged man.

Having met this fellow twice, Leonard had memorized almost everything about this man from Radiant Star City, a major cultivator from the Bolton Family, the fifth-generation baron, during their mutual business flattery.

He had tailed Keton for the past two days, observing his habits and mannerisms.

Such as his likes for leering at young girls, and his constant use of a handkerchief held with a limp wrist…

There were now no flaws to his disguise.

Looking in the mirror at his reflection, Leonard tried out the accent: “Oh, I am Keton, from Radiant Star City. Perhaps you’ve heard of the ‘Sugar King’? That was my grandfather, who once handled nearly half of the Federation’s southern sugar…”

In the mirror, the mustachioed figure was animated, a spitting image of the Baron Keton he remembered.