Rise of the Lycans

The bright moon hung high in the night sky. Inside the magnificent room, a cold wind blew in through the wide-open windows and doors, causing the oil lamp on the table to flicker on and off. Next to the overturned chair lay a noble young man dressed in luxurious clothing. At this moment, his delicate face was pale and colorless, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were purple. A sharp arrow had brazenly pierced his chest, aiming straight at his heart. "Cough, cough..." Suddenly, the young man coughed violently and woke up. He opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, only to find that he was no longer in the environment he was familiar with. "Where am I?" "Aren't I in the detective agency? Sigh..." A rush of memories flooded his mind like a tide. Cain Gerard was the name of this body. As a baron who had just inherited his title, he should have had a bright future. However, on this fateful night, a sudden assassination ended his life. And it was at this moment that Su Ming from Blue Star had taken over his body. It was really unfortunate. Su Ming had simply taken a nap in his detective agency, but he didn't expect to have traveled through time when he woke up. He stood up unsteadily, but a sharp pain came from his chest. Only then did Su Ming remember that there was still a sharp arrow stuck in his body. "Damn it, I actually forgot about this." Looking at the sharp arrow that had pierced into his chest, Su Ming didn't know what to do. But the increasingly intense pain was warning him that he either had to pull out the arrow or endure the pain continuously. After struggling for a moment, Su Ming took a deep breath. Enduring the excruciating pain, he grasped the tail of the arrow and pulled it out in one go. Immediately, golden-red blood spurted out along with the arrow, and Su Ming himself knelt down on the ground. The indescribable pain emerged in his body. It seemed that from the moment the arrow was pulled out, Su Ming's strength was also flowing away along with the blood. Holding his bleeding chest, Su Ming slowly changed from kneeling to lying down. Finally, losing his supporting strength, he completely collapsed, and everything in front of his eyes became hazy. However, his will to survive kept reminding him that he couldn't just fall asleep like this. Perhaps the gods were also moved by him. Under his strong will, his eyelids that had been fluttering gradually opened, and an indescribable sense of comfort welled up from his heart and spread throughout his body. Su Ming, who no longer felt the pain, relaxed his spirit in this comfortable feeling and gradually fell asleep. In the early morning. When the bright sunlight shone into the room, there came a knock on the door. "Dong dong dong." "Baron Cain, sir." Maintaining the posture from last night, Su Ming who had fallen on the ground, no, it should be Cain, opened his eyes again. He struggled to get up from the floor and wiped his somewhat wet cheeks. Only then did he realize that his whole body was already stained with blood. However, what puzzled Cain was that his blood actually had a bit of gold in it, and the blood that should have dried up or coagulated long ago was now dripping from his body like running water. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Cain ripped open his tattered shirt. After looking at his chest, he showed an expression as if he had expected it. The blood hole left by pulling out the sharp arrow earlier had already healed, leaving only a ferocious scar. There must have been some changes to his body last night. Cain clearly knew that even if he had the strength of the first rank beginner stage in his memory, it was impossible for him to have such an ability. Looking at the large pool of blood on the floor, Cain shook his head self-deprecatingly. That's right, a person who could bleed like this and still be fine couldn't be an ordinary person. At this moment, an inquiring voice came from outside the door again. "Baron Cain, sir?" Hearing this familiar voice, Cain knew the identity of the person outside the door. It was his personal valet, Enqin. As a servant who had grown up with Cain, he was deeply trusted by him. When he didn't know whether the assassin came from outside or inside the castle, Enqin was the person he trusted the most. Immediately, Cain opened the door wide and pulled Enqin into the room. "Lord Cain, what happened to you?" Enqin asked anxiously as he looked at Cain whose whole body was stained with blood. Cain patted Enqin on the shoulder, indicating for him to calm down, and then said, "Enqin, I'm fine. Don't ask too much about this. First, clean up this place and remember to keep the arrow." Seeing that Cain didn't want to say more, Enqin suppressed the doubts in his heart and began to clean up. On the other hand, Cain, who had given his instructions, went to the bathroom alone to clean himself. After washing and dressing himself again, Cain walked out of the room and, led by another maid, arrived at the dining room. After he took his seat, the servants waiting by the side began to serve breakfast, and at this moment, the butler, Jess, also walked in. In the memory of the original owner, this butler, Jess, was an old man who had assisted the family since the previous baron, and he had extremely rich experience. "Lord Cain, the warm red wine from Peisburg has been prepared for you. Should it be served now?" "Bring it here, Jess." "As you wish, Lord Cain." Jess took the red wine from the servant and slowly poured it into Cain's glass. During this time, Cain also observed the expressions of everyone. However, whether it was Jess or the others, they were all as usual. It seemed that they didn't know about his assassination. Could the assassin be from outside the castle? After breakfast, following the original owner's habit, Cain came to the training ground outside the castle and started his daily morning exercise. Wielding the long sword in his hand, Cain absent-mindedly slashed at the training dummy. While trying his best to maintain the original owner's daily routine, Cain also kept thinking about who on earth would want to assassinate him at this crucial moment. Was it Jess? Obviously not. As the butler of the castle, he had no reason to assassinate himself. Could it be Marcus? A strong and steady figure emerged in Cain's mind, but then he shook his head. As a knight enfeoffed by his family, the other party wouldn't make such an unwise choice. It definitely couldn't be Catherine either. Just like Marcus, she was also a transcendent cultivated by his family. Once he fell, they themselves would also be greatly affected. Putting down the long sword in his hand and taking the towel handed by the servant, Cain wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued to think. Excluding all the people in the castle, the assassination was likely carried out by someone from the outside. The morning exercise ended quickly, and Cain returned to his study again. The study had been cleaned by Enqin. He stood aside and handed the murder weapon, the arrow, to Cain. Taking the arrow, Cain instructed, "Enqin, remember not to spread what happened in the room." Enqin nodded and said, "Yes, I understand, Lord Cain." Then, he consciously exited the study. After the other person closed the door, Cain picked up the arrow and carefully studied it. There was a protruding part at the tail of the arrow, and the fletching that should have been at the tail was above this part. This was a typical crossbow arrow structure. At the same time, the style of the crossbow arrow was also a common one. Obviously, the assassin didn't want to reveal his own identity. Putting down the arrow, Cain came to the window. Assuming that his previous reasoning was true, then the assassin was likely to have entered the room from the outside. The window of the study was very clean, thanks to the servants who came to clean it every day. However, Cain still found some doubts below the window. Looking down, the magnificent stone wall supported the entire castle. But at a position slightly below the window, Cain noticed that one or two stone bricks were somewhat different. They were missing a corner, and the missing positions were exactly on both sides of the window. This tiny detail, if not for Cain's previous occupation, an ordinary person would definitely not have noticed it. Sure enough, as he had thought, the assassin had entered from the outside. Then, the assassin who could avoid the multiple patrols outside the castle and easily climb up the city wall to assassinate him must be a transcendent, and even his rank was higher than Cain's. This gave Cain a bit of a headache. Transcendents all had their own unique powers and were far beyond what ordinary soldiers could resist. Moreover, now the other party was in the dark and he was in the light. Once the assassin found out that he was still alive, he would definitely come to assassinate again. Cain had to formulate a plan before the other party carried out another assassination.