Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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So, before Frost had even finished breakfast, he bid farewell to sunny Rome and rushed to Channacaré.

The purpose was simply to meet someone and then hand over something valuable to them.

The tavern, filled with an atmosphere of vicissitude, contained only a few drunkards who appeared to be still hungover, and the air was thick with an indescribable odor.

Frost frowned, searching intently for someone who matched the mission objective, his mind solely focused on completing the patriarch Pompeii's task as soon as possible and leaving, completely unaware that a short person was gradually approaching from behind him.

"Sir, could you please move aside?"

Frost: "!!!"

The moment the voice came from behind him was like death brushing past him, making the hairs on his body stand on end and his burning golden eyes ignite in a stress response, staring intently at the short man who was only about 1.6 meters tall and was carrying a mop.

"My esteemed guest, please don't be nervous. That's Hans, he's just a handyman at our tavern."

This time, a lazy voice came from under the bar. Soon after, a young man dressed as a waiter stood up. His dark skin made it difficult to judge his real age.

Even though the other party said that, Frost did not relax at all. He merely turned off his golden eyes but remained vigilant towards the short man.

A harmless appearance can be a disguise, but the lingering malice hidden beneath that harmless exterior is equally real.

"Are you Assassins?" Frost had a feeling that this tavern had a sinister atmosphere.

"Shh-"

The black bartender raised his index finger to signal him not to be so loud, and after gesturing for Frost to follow him, he pushed open the tavern's hidden door.

The hidden door doesn't seem to be that dark, at least not inside.

“My real name is a bit long, sir, please just call me Assassin.” The black bartender came in and took a bottle of wine and a glass from the wall, pouring Frost a glass.

"As far as I know, the Assassins are an assassin organization."

“As you can see, who says an assassin organization can’t consist of one or two people? As long as we can kill our target.” Assassin grinned, revealing a set of large, white teeth that stood out starkly against his skin tone.

So, does that mean the short guy outside was also a member of the Assassins?

Who would have thought! The Assassins, the infamous assassin organization in Europe, were actually just two strange young men!

Frost remained outwardly calm: "Then how can I verify your identities?"

"How about I kill you?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Assassin had already made his move. When the last word fell, Frost felt a stinging pain on the right side of his neck, like being bitten by a mosquito.

Reach out and touch.

It felt like a viscous liquid, but when I looked down, it was scarlet blood.

Meanwhile, the young Black man, Assassin, had somehow acquired a small, square card that appeared to be used as a coaster.

Frost knew perfectly well that he had narrowly escaped death's scythe, and his gaze toward the Assassins once more held a hint of solemnity and importance.

That's just how realistic this world is!

The premise of equal dialogue is having a relatively balanced "power" or "force." Frost wanted to have the former, while the Assassins wanted to have the latter.

When facing someone who can take your life at will, it is only natural to give them the respect and attention they deserve.

"I was just playing a little joke on the Gattuso family, don't take it to heart." To show his friendliness, Assassin poured another glass of wine into Frost's glass.

After speaking, he took out a badge from a small cabinet behind him. It featured a phoenix rising from the ashes, which was clearly the Gattuso family crest.

(The Gattuso family crest has been changed to a fallen holy angel in the setting book, but the one used here is the one in the published text.)

Clearly, this is the real token of contact; the previous ones were merely tests between the two sides.

I recognized her in her eyes; she was the one I had been looking for.

Frost was unaware of the kind of cooperation or deal his brother Pompeii had reached with the other party; his mission was simply to come here and deliver something to them, nothing more.

He didn't want to stay in this awful place for another second!

Frost reached into his pocket and pulled out a palm-sized black box. In front of Assassins, he gently opened the box and pushed it in front of them.

Inside the box was a bullet, the only difference being its peculiar shape. The bullet's metallic tip was engraved with intricate alchemical matrices, while the body was a bewitching red.

Upon seeing this object, Assassin's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously licked his dry lips: "Is this the legendary Philosopher's Stone, known as the 'panacea'?"

"As expected of the Gattuso family, they go to such lengths to kill someone!"

In any case, the Assassins believed that killing someone would not require this bullet made from the Philosopher's Stone, which was said to be able to completely annihilate a person on a spiritual level and could not even be stopped by the Dragon King.

That's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito!

For assassin organizations, "the customer is king," so since the Gattuso family insisted on making this request, the Assassins naturally complied.

Who is the person we want to kill?

This is the first time Frost has opened the black box since it was handed to him by Percy.

The moment I saw what was inside, my usually calm heart was suddenly overwhelmed with turbulent emotions.

Those were bullets made from the Philosopher's Stone!

Images flashed through my mind: Pompeii's long-planned space-based kinetic weapon "Crimson" failed to launch as intended, the White King was killed, and Angers' return to the academy and obstruction of the investigation team.

Could it be that the assassination target is Angers?

The bullet is engraved with an alchemical array with the attribute of "penetration", and the bullet body is made of Philosopher's Stone. The effect of this bullet is to annihilate a person on both physical and mental levels!

His thoughts became somewhat chaotic, and Frost couldn't help but ask this question, which is considered a major taboo in the industry.

Assassin's gaze lingered meaningfully on Frost, his thoughts racing: "As expected, the larger the family, the more complex things become. He really does prefer being an assassin..."

Simple and crude!

"The target is a student at your Kassel College," Assassin said, skirting the line without violating professional ethics.

The Gattuso family is renowned throughout the Western mixed-race community, including their status as members of the Secret Service and board members of the Kassel College.

Therefore, there is absolutely no grammatical problem in the Assassins saying "your Kassel College".

Frost secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the word "student," as long as it wasn't that old lion Angers.

As for the students at Kassel College, the only one worth such a huge investment from his brother, who was almost completely indifferent to family affairs, was the freshman Cao Han, who had quickly risen to fame since entering the college.

If the target was Cao Han, Frost probably understood why Pompeii and the family elders were doing this.

Caesar Gattuso, the proud nephew whom he saw as a blond emperor, was also the sole future leader chosen by the entire family.

Cao Han's sudden rise to prominence is something they cannot ignore, and given the current indications that he leans more towards Angers, the chances of winning him over are slim.

The family is clearing away all obstacles for their nephew in advance!

If that's the case...

Before leaving, Frost turned back and said in a deep voice, "The target is not simple; don't be careless!"

Even a bullet forged from the Philosopher's Stone only has one chance to be fired.

There were some things that he, as the acting head of the family, shouldn't have said to the board members, and it didn't matter whether they understood the meaning behind them.

Whether it succeeds or fails, for the Gattuso family, it's nothing more than losing a bullet made from the Philosopher's Stone.

After Frost's figure left the tavern, and even further away from the port city of Chanakare, a short figure entered the dark room and watched Assassin carefully examining the bullet in his hand under the light.

"Besides the Gattuso family, what role did you 'half-blooded monarchs' play in this incident?" The Assassins and the short man were "old friends," but they had never been able to figure out the power behind him.

"You're in charge of killing, and I'll collect the bodies," the short man replied with his usual indifference.

“I understand, I understand. If we succeed, we’ll take the target’s bullets; if we fail, we’ll take mine.” Assassin carefully put the bullets back into the black box and put them in his pocket. “Let’s pack up and get ready to head to Japan. It’ll be difficult if the target leaves.”

According to his understanding, the most distinctive feature of the "Hybrid Monarch" organization is that they possess multiple or more incantations.

Although the specific principles are unclear, it can be inferred that they have mastered a technique to strip other hybrids of their spiritual power.

Otherwise, these families wouldn't be so keen on "collecting the corpses" of mixed-race individuals with superior bloodlines.

As for the 5 billion yen bounty on the target, the Assassins have never mentioned it.

For the Assassins, money was never their primary goal; enjoying the process of killing was!

Do you think I'll ever have a chance to come back here?

The Assassins' main reason for liking to cooperate with this little man was that he possessed a prophetic ability.

"..."

"As expected!" Assassin muttered to himself, sometimes silence is the best answer.

Chapter 103 Beauty is Justice!

"Eagle, eagle~ calling the chicks."

"Child received, Eagle, please speak."

"Nothing, I just called you out of boredom."

"..."

Lucy Pallas, her face contorted with rage, was furious but utterly helpless against the other two childish men in her squad.

In the words of Cao Han, the squad leader...

"My team is quite democratic; if there are any points of contention, we can vote on them."

The results of it?

As a result, every suggestion made by Cao Han was passed without any controversy by the majority vote, so there was no room for controversy.

Considering that Fingel would be occupying a high position as a "sniper" next, he was given the nickname "Eagle" for flying in the sky, while Lucy Pallas, who could only fight at close range on the ground, became "Chicken" after her protests were ineffective.

"I'm entrusting my life to the two of you this time, so don't let me down," Cao Han's voice came through the call channel.

"Now that you mention it, I feel immense pressure."

"If I'm in any danger, you can't just stand by and watch me die, can you, junior?" Lucy Pallas said pitifully, clinging to Cao Han's arm.

The two of them were walking in Shibuya, one of Tokyo's busiest streets.

Because of the terrifying strange phenomena that had enveloped the entire country a few days earlier, even the high-rise buildings of Shibuya were not spared, and the number of people still walking on the streets was no longer as high as it used to be.

It seems that most of the Japanese people who were severely affected by the disaster are still a bit shaken and hiding at home. Most of the people you can see are young men and women with brightly colored hair.

Fortunately, shopping wasn't the goal for Cao Han and Lucy Pallas; they were simply providing an opportunity for the "greedy person" to take action.