Herag put away the pocket watch; this Holy Healing Technique was even more powerful than he imagined.
Such a terrifying bloodline curse was actually dispelled as well.
Casting the Holy Healing Technique once consumed 45% of his magic power, and he had just enough left in his body to cast it one more time.
"This is..." Emil thought he was sure to die.
Herag explained, "There is a spell on this pocket watch that can just dispel the curse."
"I see, it seems that magic isn’t entirely that horrible." Emil’s mood had not yet recovered; everything he had just experienced was enough to cast a shadow over his life.
There was almost no one around anymore, only a ground full of corpses.
Other parts of the castle were very chaotic, with shouts of killing and cries.
A tree falls and the monkeys scatter.
After Baron Buck fell, apart from those who had originally ambushed outside, even the guards and servants inside the castle were rushing to carry away the valuable things inside.
In the entire castle, except for Melissa, all of Baron Buck’s blood relatives were dead, which was equivalent to no owner.
And Melissa was still in immense grief now, and it was unclear if she could ever recover in this lifetime.
"Melissa, let’s bury Lord Baron and the others first." Emil composed himself and decided not to bother about the others.
The dead were already gone, and treasures were not important; the most important thing now was to comfort Melissa.
"I’ll go check on Old Henry, and I’ll come find you later." After Herag greeted them, he went to the back garden.
The situation was so chaotic now, Old Henry couldn’t move, and Herag was afraid he might encounter danger.
Along the way, Herag met many frantic people. Not a few guards had bars of gold and pearl necklaces held in their arms, and they glanced at Herag guiltily. Seeing Herag saying nothing, they hurriedly ran off with their heads down.
As Herag passed by a room, he discovered a guard inside raping a maid; the maid’s clothes were already torn to pieces.
"You looked down on me before! You even rejected me when I pursued you..." The guard’s face was full of malice.
Herag silently took down the longbow from his back and shot an arrow through the window, taking the guard’s life.
The maid, gasping for breath, looked towards the window, only to see the back of Herag leaving.
The room filled with a strong scent of blood, and the maid clutched her chest and fled; the guard lay on his back in a pool of blood.
Such scenes were happening all over the castle, a complete chaos.
On the path to the back garden, Herag also saw a guard’s corpse, with some pearls scattered beside it, indicating a fight over property.
In the back garden, a person hurried out, and when Herag looked closely, it was Mary, who took care of Old Henry.
"Mary!" Herag shouted.
Mary shuddered in fright, looking even more alarmed when she saw Herag; she turned and fled.
An old lady like her couldn’t outrun Herag; it only took him two steps to catch up with her.
"Why are you running? Where is Old Henry?" Herag demanded.
Mary’s eyes were shifty, not daring to look at Herag, "He... he fell asleep."
"Asleep? Come with me to check." Herag grabbed Mary’s neck and walked her towards the back garden.
Inside the house, the bow still hung on the wall, and Old Henry lay on the bed, looking indeed as if he were asleep.
A cup of wine was placed beside the bed, seemingly the wine given out today.
As Herag approached, he realized Old Henry was already without breath.
"How did he die?" Herag asked.
"He... he..." Mary stammered nervously, "He had a cup of wedding wine this morning, and then he fell asleep. I didn’t pay it any mind. Later on, when chaos erupted in the castle, I went to call him and found out he had already passed away."
"Shenlan, detect the cause of death."
"Detection complete: natural death, no possibility of murder."
Herag felt somewhat relieved, at least he passed away without pain.
"You may go." Herag released Mary.
Mary backed away while constantly watching Herag, afraid he’d suddenly start killing.
Outside, many footsteps were approaching, along with a voice Herag found somewhat familiar.
"Melissa isn’t dead, I don’t know why she survived. Come on, I’ll lead the way; she’s currently only with Emil. Master David, tonight you can lay your enemy’s daughter under you."
"Housekeeper Ivan’s voice." Herag climbed onto the back garden roof and observed.
Ivan, with a fawning expression, followed behind a young blonde man, and behind them was a team of fully armed men.
Among this group were a full four Knight Level experts.
Herag quickly reached the banquet square via the rooftops; Emil and Melissa had just finished tending to their dead kin.
"Emil, Ivan is bringing..." Herag relayed what he had seen.
"David? That should be Simon’s eldest son; I’m going to kill him!" Melissa said, emotionally charged.
Emil held her and said, "You hide first; Herag and I will handle this."
Melissa surprisingly calmed down: "I’ll wait for you."
She knew she couldn’t be of any help and forced herself to stay composed.
Herag leaped onto the rooftop, finding a suitable sniping position.
Emil hid atop another roof, ready to react to the situation.
David led a group swaggering in, his face filled with pride.
With Baron Buck, the Great Knight dead, he thought no one could threaten him.
"Our families have fought for over a hundred years, and in the end, we have won, hahaha!" David couldn’t help but laugh.
They had sacrificed only one person, but on Buck’s side, it was utter annihilation.
Herag was concealed on a distant rooftop, his bowstring taut, the arrow glimmers with cold light.
To be safe, he even poison-coated the arrow.
The arrow whistled out; David, who was still laughing, was completely unaware of the impending danger.
The knight behind him sensed some danger but couldn’t pinpoint its origin.
The knight raised his hand, intending to warn David: "Master..."
An arrow pierced through David’s throat, blood splattering.
"Master!" The four knights quickly surrounded and protected David.
But at this point, it was too late; David pointed at the sky, unable to utter a word before collapsing.
Housekeeper Ivan clutched his throat in horror, blood bubbling from his mouth, and he fell too.
"Take cover!" someone shouted.
The crowd began to disperse, each seeking shelter.
It was at this moment that Emil descended from the rooftop, with Herag providing long-range support; they were already very familiar with this coordination. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
With Herag’s hundred percent accurate archery, combined with Emil’s extremely powerful melee ability, this group was completely outmatched.
Just ten minutes later, Herag put away the Fine Steel Bow and joined Emil in cleaning up the battlefield, ensuring none remained who hadn’t been fully dealt with.