After speaking, the man in black took a step forward, his figure slowly melting into the darkness as if he had never been there at all.
After a long moment, the figure in the black cloak tremblingly turned and pulled the dagger from the wall.
A Storage Pouch hung from the dagger, containing exactly what the man in black had mentioned.
An indescribable hatred filled the man's eyes, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
However, besides hatred, his eyes also held a deep-seated fear.
'Hiring the Shadow Tower to deal with that person before could be done in secret, without any worry of retaliation…'
'But now, everything was completely different.'
'The ones delivering the warning now were from the Shadow Tower itself.'
'The people of the Shadow Tower are everywhere, their assassins spread throughout the Eighteen Snow Countries.'
'If I don't do what they say, I probably won't live past three days... Fuck!'
