Although Quintus lost a lot of money due to the traumas of the past and the miracle Alyon had created, the fact that he was the head of the most powerful family in the city was proof that he was not an empty person. He would make the orc, who made history in the next fights, fight against experienced warriors of three different gladiator schools.
The head of the school of Augustus would regain his loss thanks to his intelligence, for the legend continued unabated. Alyon was killing those who came in front of him with a single blow, enchanting the tribunes with his finger raised to the sky.
It was not in vain that the audience embraced the orc fighting in the arena. Their victory was a surprise, their demeanor flamboyant. There was another reason besides that; the city was shaken by one murder after another. The people felt insecure and found morale with the omnipotent orc.
Soldiers inside the city searched for the serial killer but found no clue. The assassin was very variable when choosing targets. He could have killed a noble family’s son at night, while he could hang a simple blacksmith in the city square in the morning.
Amid all this uncertainty, there was only one piece of evidence that it was all his work, the victims who had been bled to the last drop. Each time, corpses decorated with deep cuts were accompanied by this sight.
“Nafiz, I’m so scared; a serial killer is walking around the city!”
Nafız was about to reply calmly when the beautiful Eftelya called out to her when the young leader of the bodyguards passionately interrupted her.
“Don’t worry, young lady. That villain can’t even take a step into this mansion!”
The young man’s words responsible for her protection calmed Eftelya, but one person in the environment was not satisfied with this situation.
“Yes, my lady, as long as the young commander and his soldiers protect us, our mansion will be the safest place in the city.”
After the female orc’s words, the guards’ commander frowned while the other soldiers sharpened their gazes and looked around.
In the evening of the same day, the city was resting in peace as there was no news of a murder today. The situation was valid for the guards in the servants’ section of the Partheni family mansion.
“Guys, we are losing agents belonging to our unit every day. Don’t you think that the news of his death today is something that should be celebrated?”
“You idiot, I guess you couldn’t get out of the weather you got in with the disabled. Do you want me to remind you that the title of a commander is for the role only?
When the voices of the guards arguing at the table in the one-room house where the guards of the little lady Eftelya were staying, the representatives of the guards were above average, the man sitting in the corner slammed his fist on the table.
“Fools! Know the tune of your voice; we have been ordered to do our duty without the slightest doubt. Never bring your ridiculous arguments to the dinner table again!”
When the soldiers, who had become severe after the warning, turned around, the man who had just spoken with anger said, “I understand you, our Black Harbor unit has suffered a lot of wounds in these few days, but our job is to do our duty in the best way.”
“Now, switch places with the guard at the door who feeds you!”
When the secret leader of the group gave the order, the soldier who had been arguing with the show commander got up angrily and walked quickly. He wanted to go out in a fury, to announce his feelings to everyone through the door he was going to shoot.
In the moments when the room began to ring with the sounds coming from the lock, the leader of the group called the guard, who was almost stubborn with the door.
“Okay, we get it, you’re mad, but you don’t need to take the door with you!”
When the other guards, who had lifted their heads from the meal, began to laugh at their leader’s words, their friends, who had managed to unscrew the door handle, turned to them in horror.
“It open; someone broke the back lock!”
When the warm atmosphere created by the people laughing with joy was wiped with the worry in the guard’s eyes, the severed head falling in the middle of the table would cause everyone’s hands and feet to wander.
“I see that you were not taught table manners when you were little. You are neighing like a donkey while eating!”
More than twenty guards turned towards the wooden beams above the dining table.
‘But you have been taught different things; no matter how hard you try to hide it, you cannot erase the traces of the people you have killed before from your eyes. Nor can you hide from me the tattoo of your evil clan that you are trying to cover with your armor!”
When Nafız finished her speech, she landed on the table where there was a variety of food, accompanied by somersaults. Between the bewildered looks of the guards who saw her, she drew her two daggers and set her sights on her first target.
”Hahaha! You scared us for a moment; little thing, we’re so glad you came on your own. If you had remained silent, maybe you could have killed a few more of our men, but you allowed us to get a nice reward…”
The leader was about to say his last words when he fell silent with the knife stuck in his throat before finishing his speech.
“Kill her, attack in the name of our lord Astute!”
The bodyguard standing by the door tried to pressure the others by calling the Black Harbor Association president’s name to take control after the current leader’s death. This act, which could be considered a genius in regular times, would unfortunately only make the Azrael even crueler.
Nafız, who killed the spies of the underground crime organization spread in the city, looked like a murderer when looking at the death numbers, but she only took the blood of the people she had finished and left them in one piece.
“You are so glorious tonight! I will make you watch things you cannot see anywhere else!”
Nafız, who finished her words simultaneously with the bodyguard, who spoke to agitate his friends, grabbed the closest person with her whip and brought her over her head. This move stunned the people in the room, and the struggling bodyguard was also firmly fixed by the two whips protruding from Nafız’s wristbands. While his friends, who had lost his mobility due to the ligaments surrounding his neck and ankle, were looking at them with their eyes for help, the people in the guard unit were waiting, not knowing what to do.
It is not known whether they would have stayed like this if they had guessed what they would see next, but they certainly would not have been able to prevent what was about to happen. Quickly pulling his whips on the bodyguard in two opposite directions, Nafiz would stretch the struggling man to the point where he would split in the middle.
Screaming in pain, the man suddenly felt a blow to his waist, and the last thing he saw before he died was his lower half, which was pulling away from him. To begin her massacre, Nafız split the person she caught in two with a kick and painted all four sides of the room with the blood coming out of his dead body.
What happened after the flashy entrance was a mystery to everyone. When the people came to the cabin in the morning, they would not find a word to describe the scene or an idea to predict what had happened. Inside the one-story house, human limbs were everywhere. Restoring corpses was as tricky as doing a ten thousand-piece puzzle for the first time.
Only, in one way, the massacre differed from the ongoing series of murders in the city. Although the victims’ blood had evaporated in previous deaths, they carried it outside the house and reached the garden this time.
She was aware of her loss of power, and the blood of these warriors, each of whom was at the warrior level, could greatly assist her in completing her master’s legacy. This thought did not cross her mind after the massacre, but she could not defile the holy relic she had inherited with the blood of the dogs of the clan who murdered Mora’s mother.
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If you have enough reasons, you can do anything.
Jim Rohn
