Hitman with a Badass System-Chapter 1439: Apologize for Not Being Able to Update As I was having a fever

They finally stepped outside the Silver Citadel, leaving the relative calm of the lobby behind. The streets were chaos. Carriages, pulled by panicked pegasi, clattered past, their drivers shouting and their passengers screaming. Elven healers, their robes billowing in the wind, rushed towards the Citadel, their faces etched with worry. And in the sky above, squadrons of elven soldiers, their armor glinting in the light of the twin suns, flew towards the tower.

But Alyndra's father ignored it all. He strode forward, his expression unreadable, his gaze fixed on some distant point ahead. He did not summon a carriage, he simply walked, and they followed.

"What in the seven hells was that?" a female elf, her voice shrill and panicked, cried out from a nearby group.

"An explosion," another elf, his face pale and his eyes wide, replied. "In the Silver Citadel. Can you believe it?"

"But how?" a third elf stammered, his voice trembling. "It is impossible. The Citadel is impenetrable."

"Someone must have done this," a fourth elf growled, his hand clenching into a fist. "Someone dared to attack us."

"But who?" someone asked, fear clear in their voice. "Who would be crazy enough to do that?"

Michael and Gaya, their senses on high alert, ignored the panicked chatter of the crowd. They were too focused on Pink's message, on Andohr's plan, and on the looming threat of Death's capture.

"What the hell happened back there?" Alyndra asked as she caught up to her father. "Who did that?"

However, Aelrindel was not in the mood to answer Alyndra as he simply shook his head.

"We will talk about it later, Alyndra," he said, his voice tight and controlled. "When we are home."

They continued their walk, their pace quickening, the tension in the air growing with each step. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached their destination.

A manor.

It was smaller than the Silver Citadel, of course, but it was still impressive. A sprawling estate, surrounded by high walls and lush gardens, its white stone gleaming in the moonlight. They entered through a set of ornate gates, passed through a courtyard filled with fountains and statues, and approached the main entrance of the manor. Aelrindel pushed open the heavy doors, and they stepped inside.

As Michael and Gaya followed Aelrindel, the tension in the living hall was palpable. The elven guards, though maintaining their stoic expressions, subtly shifted their stances, hands instinctively moving closer to their weapons. They did not question Aelrindel's orders, but their unease around Michael and Gaya was clear. Aelrindel, with a curt gesture, directed the guards' attention to Michael and Gaya.

"Keep an eye on them," he ordered, his voice low and firm.

"Take them to the guest room and make sure they remain there." He then turned to Alyndra, his expression softening slightly. "Come, we need to talk."

"Yes, my lord," the guards nodded in unison. One of them gestured towards a side corridor.

"Follow us," he said to Michael and Gaya, his tone leaving no room for argument. As Michael and Gaya started off, guided by the guards, Aelrindel led Alyndra towards a grand staircase at the far end of the hall. They soon disappeared from sight, ascending to the upper levels of the manor.

The guest room, as expected, was opulent. A large four-poster bed, draped in silks the color of a twilight sky, dominated the room. Plush carpets covered the floor, muffling their footsteps, and intricate tapestries, depicting scenes of elven heroes and mythical beasts, adorned the walls. A large window, overlooking the manicured gardens, offered a breathtaking view of the estate. Despite the luxurious surroundings, the room felt confining, like a gilded cage.

"Remain here," one of the guards said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "And do not try anything… funny." The other guard chuckled, a harsh, unpleasant sound.

Gaya opened her mouth, ready to unleash a string of colorful curses at the departing guards, but Michael simply nodded, a calm, almost serene expression on his face. He gently pulled her towards a plush sofa, its velvet surface inviting, and sat down, leaning back with a sigh. Gaya, her anger momentarily forgotten, followed suit, settling beside him.

The guards, their duty fulfilled, did not enter the room. They simply closed the door, the heavy thud echoing in the sudden silence, and took up their posts outside, their presence a constant, looming threat.

Once they were alone, Gaya turned to Michael as her hazel eyes flashed with confusion and frustration.

"What the fuck did Pink mean about Andohr planning to capture Death? That sounds insane. Even for him." she asked.

Instead of answering immediately, Michael tapped his ear, activating the hidden comm link that connected him to Pink.

"Hey, Ghost," Pink's voice crackled in his ear, a hint of amusement in her tone. "I knew you would call back. You just cannot resist a good mystery, can you?"

"Yeah, well, this one is a doozy, Pink," Michael replied, his voice low and serious. "Tell me everything you found out,"

"Alright, Ghost," Pink said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "So, I did some digging in that lovely red crystal you sent me. It was encrypted, of course, with some nasty spells and runes. Took me a while to crack it, but I managed."

She paused for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts.

"What I found, it is big. You were right. Andohr is planning something huge. He is going to capture Death. Apparently, Death will be in Luxor in two days, at the Golden Gryphon Inn."

Michael and Gaya exchanged a look. The Golden Gryphon. It was a high-end establishment, known for its discreet clientele and impeccable security, a perfect place for a secret meeting.

"But that is not all," Pink continued, her voice hesitant. "The information is incomplete. Like Seraphene did not want to commit the whole plan to the crystal. She is paranoid, that one. Smart, but paranoid as fuck."

"At least we know the when and the where," Gaya said, her voice thoughtful. "But it still does not give us the whole picture. Why is Death coming to Luxor? Why do the Three Horsemen want him? And what the fuck is Andohr's angle in all this? And what do they get by capturing Death?"

"Unfortunately, Gaya, there is no information about that in the crystal," Pink replied with a sigh. "It is either Seraphene does not trust anyone enough to record it, or she herself does not know."

Michael, however, was already formulating a plan.

"Does not matter," he said, his voice low and determined. "Whatever Andohr is planning, I am going to fuck it up. Royally." He added, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"And who knows, maybe I can turn Death against him, against the Three Horsemen."

Gaya, sensing an opportunity for revenge, quickly interjected.

"Pink, can you find out where Xyloth's temple is? Any mention of it in that crystal?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

"Bad luck, Gaya," Pink said finally, her voice regretful. "Nothing on Xyloth. But…"

"But," Michael interrupted, his mind racing, "Death might know. Seshat once said Death is the elder brother of the Three Horsemen, their creator. He might know where Xyloth is. And who knows? Maybe he will even help us, after we save his ass from Andohr, of course."

"So, we crash a party, save Death, and make him owe us a favor. I like it." Gaya said with a grin.

Michael, his mind already racing with possibilities, tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"The Richmen Club, huh?" he murmured, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling, as if he could see through the ornate plasterwork, the gilded chandeliers, and the floors above.

"The same place where we met Alyndra. Interesting."

He recalled the layout of the tavern, the opulence, and the air of exclusivity. It was not a secret meeting place, not overtly. It was a high-end establishment, a playground for the wealthy and powerful. But Death choosing it as a meeting place? There had to be a reason, a purpose.

"Seems like we need to extend our stay in Luxor," he said, turning to Gaya, a sly grin spreading across his face.

But before Gaya could respond, a loud thud, followed by the unmistakable sound of breaking glass, echoed from the upper floors of the manor.

Hearing the sound, Michael and Gaya exchanged a quick, knowing glance. Then, a scream, high-pitched and furious, pierced the silence. It was Alyndra and soon, another crash, followed by a string of curses, echoed from upstairs.

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"You fucking pig!"

Michael and Gaya, their curiosity piqued, stood up in unison. Suddenly, the door to their room burst open, and the two guards who had been stationed outside rushed towards the staircase.

"Do not move," one of them barked over his shoulder, his voice strained and uncertain.

But they did not wait for a response. They simply ran, their footsteps thundering up the stairs, their armor clanking in the sudden silence. On the other hand, Michael and Gaya, exchanging another knowing look, followed, their movements silent and stealthy.

"Trouble in paradise?" Gaya murmured, her voice laced with amusement.

"Seems like it but let's wait for Alyndra and see what happened. I have a feeling it must be important,"