Somewhere in the Varyndor Kingdom…
Uncle Drew and Saden, whom Kent had tasked with capturing and delivering Turyn, the heir of the Miller family, had finally begun making plans to carry out the mission.
They had arrived in the Varyndor Kingdom days ago but hadn’t immediately gotten to work.
They might be the Night Riders, but they still had to be cautious. They first started gathering intel on their target, and after three days of back-and-forth, they finally met to devise a concrete plan.
Inside a private room in a certain inn, Uncle Drew and Saden sat over a drink. Though they weren’t drinking, they also weren’t talking.
However, they were talking—just not out loud. It was all happening telepathically. Just like Kent had with his women, the Night Riders also shared the same connection with each other and with Kent.
“I discovered that the target will be leaving for Althea Kingdom tomorrow. He will travel with ten Root Saints, five Root Sages, and two Root Great Sages in his entourage.
Aside from them, there will be three female servants who will be serving him directly,” Saden said, reporting what she had observed after spying on the Miller family for the past three days.
“The young master was right,” Uncle Drew said. Before leaving, Kent had told him there was a high chance Turyn would travel to the Althea Kingdom.
It’s the annual auction, where some of the most valuable goods will be sold over a span of seven days, with each blessed day auctioning great treasures that can make or break anyone… even an entire kingdom.
Naturally, people like Turyn, who are rich, would try their luck in the chaotic bidding war that can go on for hours.
Because of this, Kent predicted Turyn would be coming to Althea Kingdom and advised Uncle Drew to ambush him on the road. Of course, since there are no teleportation gates connecting the kingdoms, they will spend some time on the road.
“Then this will be easy enough,” Saden said.
“Indeed. Let’s wait for them at the most suitable spot,” Uncle Drew said through telepathy. After fine-tuning some details in the next couple of seconds, they left.
A day later, a lavish carriage left the Miller Mansion and started heading toward Althea Kingdom. Within this carriage was Turyn, the heir of the Miller family.
Turyn was a genius core disciple in the Varyndor Royal Sect. He was one of the many geniuses the kingdom had to offer. However, while he may have been the apple of everyone’s eye…
He was, in fact, a scum who deserved a whole lot of torture before being put down.
He had hurt many innocent women, with Manager Alina being one of them. What she had been through was traumatizing enough that her passion for something was blocked, and she couldn’t let go of the past even after decades.
Of course, it wasn’t as if his family was unaware of his actions. There had been many reports, but they chose to silence the victims.
However, as they say, what goes around comes around… It seems Turyn’s day has come back to haunt him. Of course, he had no idea this danger was looming over him. He could only wait for what was coming.
Hours after leaving Varyndor Kingdom, night fell, and they had to camp before continuing their journey the next morning.
“Young Master Turyn, there is a suitable place just a few kilometers from here. We will camp there,” one of the Root Sages said to Turyn, who was playing with the three mages inside the carriage.
“Okay…” he said, not even bothering to ask for further details. So they left, and a couple of kilometers later, they arrived at an area with lush greenery and trees for cover.
It was the ideal place where most travelers camped for the night. They quickly set up tents, and just like that, they began waiting for nightfall.
However, while they remained on high alert, a few meters away, three hooded figures—one with two swords on their back and another with a bow and arrow—continued to observe the travelers.
“Remember, don’t kill the others… We are only after the one inside the tent with the three ladies. I will handle the Root Great Sages and the Root Sages. You should handle the Root Saints and him,”
Uncle Drew said to Saden before he moved.
Saden also moved, knowing she was after the main package. All he had to do was press a talisman against Turyn’s forehead while he was passed out, and he would be transported to the Tower Prison.
They moved.
Uncle Drew made his way, using the night to his advantage. He activated [Veil of Death], rendering himself invisible to the living.
Inside one of the three tents built, one of the Root Great Sages was seated in a lotus posture, while the first stood guard outside a couple of meters away.
He slipped inside, and before the Root Great Sage could sense anything, a kick landed on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
Uncle Drew didn’t waste any time and immediately moved to his next target. The second Root Great Sage, who was also unaware of the lurking danger, felt a kick land on the back of his head.
He fell back, but before he could hit the ground, a shadowy mist appeared around him, and in the next second, he was inside the tent with the first Root Great Sage.
Saden passed by Uncle Drew right after he took down the Root Great Sage. She moved closer to the tent housing five Saints.
Five were patrolling outside. She entered and, using a skill called [Rider’s Night Clone], split into five and executed a combined attack that knocked them out simultaneously.
The four clones were made of the energy of the night. It was the type of skill that could be used only at night…
The attack demanded precision, and she delivered it perfectly. The night worked in her favor, allowing her to avoid overexerting herself.
By the time she was done caring for the five Saints, Uncle Drew had also finished dealing with three Sages, leaving only two.
The two were far from the five remaining Root Saints, so she repeated the attacks using the clones. Just like that, after Uncle Drew delivered the blow to the last two Root Sages, the only ones left were the Heir and the three ladies with him.
Uncle Drew gave Saden the go-ahead since he wanted her to have this one.
She moved and entered the tent, dismissing the Veil when he was right in front of Turyn. He was in bed with one of the three ladies, so he was caught off guard.
He pulled out and was about to reach for his weapon when one of the ladies beside him, who had been sucking his dick just a couple of minutes ago, delivered a punch to his face, knocking him out.
“…Punk.”
Her hand hurt, but she was satisfied with the punch.
She spat on him, making Saden look at her strangely. “Please don’t kill us, we are doing this against our will,” the lady said.
It was hard not to give her credit; she was a survivor. She knew when to use a situation to her advantage. So, while Saden would likely have wiped their memories of the incident, she chose not to.
Instead, he walked to one side of the room and retrieved something from a box. “This will be enough to change your lives.” It was a space ring containing all the money Turyn was going to spend during the auction.
She gave it to the bold lady, and then, retrieving the talisman, he placed it on his forehead and was sucked away by an unknown force.
Just like that, word would soon reach the Miller Noble family about the disappearance of their son and all his wealth.
The three ladies also traveled to the Eldorath Kingdom, a small city where they changed their identities and started a new life, free from the torture they had endured at the hands of the Miller family.
Chaos was about to ensue…