The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 2, Chapter 7

Again the boy succeeded, and although the Woods were becoming more and more careful, they were still suddenly caught by a fat hand around their necks on their way out of the house, and the mice panicked, they slowed down, they hid their voices, they were careful to avoid the danger, but the fat man was everywhere, and they were caught four or five times a day by him. Four or five times a day. "The Woods decided to give in to the fat man, who was not a cat, and since he liked it and his life was not in danger, the mice accepted the fact that the fat man was not a cat.

"The cooperation of the Woods family naturally caused Oscar's displeasure, and he is still far from the requirements of 13. The fat boy approached Warden Molonzo Hanin again. He asked the Lieutenant General for a pet, but it had to be fierce, agile, and violent, and finally, it had to be able to catch rats.

Knowing that the boy seemed to be in some sort of training, the Lord Warden had purchased a mountain lion at great expense, a creature that was a natural predator of all sorts of small animals, and the Warden had specially selected the most unruly one. He knew it wouldn't pose much danger to the child, and that King of Killers would naturally take care of everything.

The fact is very different from what Molang Zuo imagined, Oscar did not make much contact with 13, the king of killers in the western continent will close his eyes after explaining the task, Oscar used his own brain to think hard about all kinds of feasibility of accomplishing the task.

Let's say the angry mountain lion, it began to attack after entering the door, the "Wood family" first suffered from the destruction, they are undoubtedly the weakest. The lion cub then starts to hit Oscar, and although the teenager's fists have loosened his teeth a bit, it doesn't matter, as he dodges most of the attacks with lightning speed.

Oscar didn't feel angry at the young lion that often inflicted some wounds on him, that was just part of his training, 13 had said that he wasn't allowed to have any changes in his emotions during his training, that would lower his success rate or even cause him to fail.

In the end the teenager had succeeded. The young lion had given up on attacking, but no matter how much he dodged, the teenager's fists would still land exactly on his head, he also chose to compromise after realizing that he simply couldn't fight against it, and he began to try to get along with the little fat man.

13 was pleased with the student, but he knew that the boy still needed exercise, both physically and mentally. He tossed the teen a dagger that had been taken from the body of the crappy assassin, and 13 hid it away, knowing that the kid needed to become proficient with a sharp weapon for killing.

Oscar took the dagger as he did and remembered forever what the King of Killers had taught him. Any kind of weapon has its trajectory of movement, whether it is the angle or timing of the attack, its ultimate goal is to leave a fatal wound on the enemy's body. Therefore, the key to victory was how to land the trajectory of one's weapon on the enemy's body outside of the enemy's attack trajectory.

The dagger was undoubtedly the weapon with the shortest attack trajectory, so mastering its use was also the toughest, if the enemy was using a lance or a longsword, then Oscar simply didn't know how to make its trajectory fall on the opponent's body. The conditions were limited, and having a dagger in the water dungeon was already a gift from the God of Light.13 It was impossible to teach from the most basic weapon.

13 had already started to instill all the knowledge about killers to Little Fatty at this point, this ancient line of work had already formed an extremely well-developed theoretical system in the Eastern Continent.

At a young age, Osne. Anru. Morrissette didn't know what it was like to kill someone, even though he almost killed two children, but we know that it was a fight. There is a fundamental difference between a killer and a fighter, and it is in this dank dungeon that the boy receives the most advanced knowledge of what it takes to be a killer.

The theory of 13 comes from the Eastern continent's assassin organization that has been passed down for hundreds of years, an organization that not only raises the best assassins on the continent, but at the same time, they are constantly exploring new killing techniques.

Why should killing be called a technique? The reasoning is simple, it is because no one wants to be killed, so killers need a lot of technical support when killing.

Oscar thought that the killer's predecessor who created this theory must have been a great philosopher in the Eastern Continent, who defined a killer as a killing hand. But this meaning would certainly not be as simple as a pair of blood-stained hands. According to the understanding of this Oriental man, killing is a systematic, all-round human project that requires will, vigor, creativity and even art, and this project will never be completed from the day when human beings stand on the earth. The special profession of killer was born with this project, and from the day it was created, its destiny to survive for a long time was laid down. Because there are many people in this world who need to be killed, and because there are many people in this world who need to kill.

Killers never need a reason to kill, there is only a buyer-seller relationship, can a person's life be measured in terms of currency? The answer is yes, at least that's how the killer understands it. Whether it's a high-powered big shot or an unarmed granny, as long as there are people in the world who give their lives a bargaining chip, then the killer has the need to kill them, so that's it.

The techniques that the teenager gradually learns consist of four main areas: one, concealment; two, escape; three, role-playing; and four, communication.

Concealment, this is the technique that an assassin relies on to survive. If the concealment is not skillful enough, then the killer's action and even his life will be threatened. The hiding here is not hiding in the ordinary sense, that is, it is not as simple as putting on a piece of sod or burying himself in the ground. The highest concept of concealment is to completely integrate one's vitality, including blood flow, breathing and metabolism, into the local environment. Therefore, concealment is just a concept, and when it comes to the environment, it is another profound technique.

Escape, no matter whether the killer's mission is completed or not, at the end of the action or found that things can not be the first time, the killer can do must be to escape. Because only in this way can in the shortest possible time out of the assassination scene, only the final smooth out of the other side of the line of sight, the assassin's mission is considered completely completed. Then once the other side to find traces, in this after the escape will undoubtedly appear a lot of trouble and even crisis. Therefore, the technique of escape is what an assassin must be proficient in.

Escape, according to the situation can be roughly divided into two kinds, one is not exposed when the escape, nothing is needed, just need to follow the pre-planning to reach the designated location, of course, even if they meet the receiving partner can not be taken lightly; two has been exposed when the escape, here will need to killers their own excellent skills. This mainly includes the choice of escape routes, as well as the way to get rid of pursuers, the way to deal with hounds, the way to deal with the interception, the way to make traps, and the way to deal with injuries.

Roleplaying! This was the one technique that young Oscar understood the least. The people whom a killer seeks to murder or assassinate are people of the world, and the people of the world in turn have their own occupations. The assassin will also need to blend in with society to hide his true identity while on the prowl, so role-playing is the most used technique here. The killer has to play a role that is close to the target or close to the target's living and working area. If there is a slight deviation from the role, then the identity or purpose of the killer is in danger of being discovered, so role-playing is in fact a disguised technique of concealment, but it is too specialized and important.

Communication, although Oscar was first exposed to 13's carefully taught sign language, he was more enthusiastic about the means of long-distance communication mentioned by the King of Killers, and he was already fantasizing about raising a few carrier pigeons or the small and powerful harrier hawks mentioned by 13.

In the cold, dark water prison, the teenager had no chance to test or even slightly practice what he had learned, and even the dagger seemed a bit redundant.

Oscar's mind is very outstanding, he realized that the killer who can use the dagger to kill the target is undoubtedly the most brilliant, because the attack trajectory of the dagger determines that the killer must be very close to the target, and only the most brilliant killers will appear in front of the target while the other party is still unaware of it. As a beginner who only knew some theories, it was impossible for the teenager to approach the target without any danger.

The teenager likewise learned that as an extremely successful assassin, 13's pride was not that he had assassinated the big shots, but that he was still alive and well. In his repeated speculations he always kept in mind 13's words, what is most important to an assassin? It was not the termination of the target, but the preservation of his own life during the operation.

Sacrifice had always been the belief of the Anru family, and Little Fatty had inherited this notion from his bloodline, so it took him a long time to digest the concept about preserving one's life put forth by this King of Killers. Yes, life was the most precious, a killer's actions should be based on the premise of preserving his own life. Killers were different from dead soldiers, killers killed with their wits, while dead soldiers killed with their lives. Little Fatty never thought of being a dead soldier.

Inevitably, 13 became Oscar's only training subject, and the little fat man went on a stabbing spree to kill him, and although it was 13's own request, he was still amazed at the teenager's dedication.

The teenager's initial moves were very clumsy. Of course, that was in the eyes of the King of Killers; his breathing was too ragged, his movements were too slow, his daggers were not threatening at all, and even though the sound he made had been faint, it was still too loud. This level of assassination wasn't even worth 13 noticing, but he still patiently trained the little fat man. It was very rewarding for him to see a child grow at such an age.

Oscar became more and more skillful at applying the theories 13 had taught him during his training, and what he had half-understood before also blended into practice. Unfortunately, he was facing the king of killers, and the numerous assassinations that the teenager carefully planned ended in failure, but the teenager never gave up, and his best achievement was to cut off half of the black hair of the king of killers.

13 was very satisfied with this, he never thought that a martial artist from the western continent could touch him in a one-on-one situation, and the only one like this was also trained by himself.13 felt very proud of himself, this kid was only a little over seven years old, and what he had achieved was simply unimaginable.13 was very proud of himself, he was very proud of himself, and he was very proud of himself.

The arrest of the King of Killers had been the collective work of twenty-five Paladins, and 13 had taken out fourteen of them, wounding all of the remaining. But now, a seven year old child had almost cut off the head of the Killer King in the middle of an assassination using only a dagger, which I'm afraid no one would believe, but it was indeed the case.

Time just flew by between the attack and defense between the teenager and the King of Killers, and when Oscar was told that he was going to be moved out of the water cell, 13 decided to teach the teenager one last thing.

Oscar was very uncomfortable with 13's decision; this teacher of his had his eye on his pet and the Killer King wanted the skin of that mountain lion. The teen had tried to convince 13 to use another pelt instead, but his teacher was sure he only wanted the one on his pet.

Young Oscar was in a struggle, he had named the lion Ann Rust and he and it had become very close friends, the teenager's dagger could not be pointed at his playmate.

Eventually, the teenager gave in to the pressure of the 13, he held the dagger trembling towards the sleeping Anrusht, he wanted to give his friend a hard time, but the knife was off the mark at the most critical moment, awakened by the blood and pain, Anrusht lost his mind, he couldn't understand why his friend was doing this to him, and his instinctive retaliation inflicted extensive damage on Oscar until he was just on the verge of biting the teenager's throat before the young boy drove his dagger into its heart.

Osne. Anru.

Morrissette put down the quill in his hand, he rubbed his somewhat sore shoulders, his brain was clogged with an inexplicable emotion and now he needed a break.

The teenage Prince couldn't help but drift off a bit at the sight of a room full of sunlight, his spirit still lingering in the darkness. The interaction with the King of Killers was one of the teenager's most cherished memories, and now that His Highness the Prince had completed the written part of the expression, its meaning was something that would never elude His Highness.

The maids of honor in the garden greeted the young Prince cordially as they teased a fat cat that had intruded into the residence from nowhere; the large, fluffy cat wasn't afraid of life, and it cozily enjoyed the girls' petting and the exquisite treats they brought up.

The Prince thought of his Ann Rust, the big cat had had that same look on his face, but the look in his dying eyes always appeared in this Highness's mind.13 In the end the education was a success, and the teenager feared that to his dying day he would never forget the words of the King of Slayers, "If you don't want to experience that betrayal and that despair, then don't give your trust to others so easily. "

The maids let out a merry laugh that Oscar found very harsh. The garden was so exquisite, they were almost all bathed in sunlight, the light caused Oscar to recoil, he suddenly felt out of place in a world full of light.

The Prince returned to his study, and as he opened the door to his memories, the darkness was like a flood breaking down the dam of light, and the teenager felt that power split him completely apart, and he even saw that it was actually his own head that the little fat man was carrying in his hands.

The teenager eagerly wrote down all the memories, he didn't know why he was doing this, it really wasn't something a kid his age should be doing. The teenager had sent Baron Ebber to put off all social events for him, the Prince knew that he wasn't fit for that kind of hustle and bustle right now, he was like a beast that chose to be eaten. In those papers filled with memories, we can hear the maddening growl of the teenager at all times.

Winter in Domolga has the most distinctive colors of all the seasons, and a heavy snowfall has given the city of prisons a white coat. People are not fooled by this coat, everyone who has heard of this place knows well that the prison holds felons who have seriously blasphemed against the God of Light, they are a bunch of demonically mesmerized ghosts and monsters.

The Domolga Prison covers a vast area, it has a main fortress and two secondary fortresses, beyond that it has a large area of wooden and earth-bricked shanties, those small low houses can't even be called prisons, they are more like the slums of a certain city when they are arranged in a mismatched way.

The harshness of the Titan Code had created a ghastly sight in the camps, and the people living in the shanties were the families of the criminals imprisoned in the distant fortresses. Guilt by association was a horrific system, where if you committed a felony, then all of your family members had to go down with you. This was a deterrent to those who wanted to do something illegal, and it also discouraged criminals from escaping while they were in prison, always ready to do so. For criminals who dare to escape, Domolga's rule is to s*******r everyone connected to the guy in front of the guy one by one before putting him back in the brig.

Whether you are a noble or a commoner, whether you are a merchant or a footman, as long as you enter Domolga, then dignity has left you, and you can only use all of your capital to exchange for that exceptionally difficult survival.

Hard labor camps were dying every day, and the prisoners here were worse than maggots in the eyes of the guards and those overseers. The significance of the God of Light placing a coal mine with rich reserves in Domolga was to punish these sinners. All sins in the real world would be judged, but here, in the hard labor camps of Domolga, killing was legal, and it could actually be said that no one cared if you lived or died.

Mining is naturally a men's affair, and all men are expected to participate in the labor. The hard labor camps do not support the elderly, nor are they responsible for educating children; all men are assigned numbers, and all numbers are assigned work. Heavy work? Just kidding! How can anyone inquire about that! The Lord Lieutenant General only cared about the numbers accomplished, he and his deployments never calculated anything ridiculous like workload, that was a matter for the inmates themselves. In a hard labor camp, only the dead can stop working.

The Warden was well aware of the state of his prison, he wasn't willing to change anything, and there wasn't much to change, Domolga had always been this way.

The real bad billets were the so-called secret agents of the Ministry of Justice, the Lord Lieutenant General had contempt for the group of scoundrels who had made a mess of his prison, the Lieutenant General suspected that those fellows were criminals in the first place or they wouldn't have known such diabolical tricks.

These secret agents were the real masters of Domolga, although they were under the jurisdiction of different chiefs, they shared everything in Domolga, women, belongings, food, cigarettes and alcohol, they lived a life similar to that of the free world, and they found it much more exciting and thrilling.

They found ways to use the prisoners at hand for fun, "death matches", and for these entertainments they both innovated and inherited. They knew that every criminal hated them with a passion, but what did it matter? They ate the bribes from the criminals as usual. It wasn't their fault, they said, it was the damn Domolga that was to blame.

Fucking Domolga! The commoners had nothing to live for here, and the nobles were similarly struggling to survive. Their area was right in the middle of the hard labor camp and the women's camp, and the miserable cries from both sides left the once noble and incomparable nobles at a loss, and although they didn't lack clothing or food, the torment of fear tormented their nerves at all times, and they didn't know if the vandals would barge into their cells.

The answer was certain. The spies will never let go of these nobles, they are undoubtedly the most greasy group of people, these insatiable scoundrels will empty your collection of money, and after that it depends on your lady and young lady whether they are in their favor or not. Don't worry! Be bold in your extortion! Never in history has there been a record of nobles imprisoned in Domolga turning over a new leaf. This is the land of despair, the dead end of light.

Oscar peeled off the skin of Anrusht, he forced himself to bear the pain of the injury on his body, the teenager gave the b****y animal skin to his mentor.13 Looking at the silent teenager couldn't help but shake his head and laugh bitterly, back then, his teacher had asked him to kill his own friend as well, but it was a living human being, could the two be comparable.13 noticed that the teenager's gaze had become blurred and deep, he knew that it was the same as the effect he had achieved in the past the same.

Osne. Anru. Morissette moved out of the water cell the next day, he never spoke to 13, and 13 closed his eyes after teaching him a few things. The teenager finally couldn't help but look back as he left the dungeon he had lived in for a year and a half, and he saw the King of Killers slowly fade into the darkness, and 13, it was as if he had never been there.

Oscar saw the sunlight, and he saw Annie, who had learned from the Killer King how to control the flow of emotion. He let Anne caress his cheek, Anne's tears fell endlessly, the Countess had tried to control herself not to cry out, she thought that the young master had been a little dumbfounded, she couldn't stop trembling as she held the baby.

It took Oscar a long time to convince Antonie. The Countess of Homan was convinced that she was not out of her mind, and Anne opened a bottle of champagne for the occasion, and the young man tasted some, haunted by the fact that his first drink had been a celebration of such a thing.

Countess Antonie Homan was undoubtedly a great woman. Countess Homan is undoubtedly a great woman, no one would like to enter Domolga to accompany a prisoner, although there were once many immensely loyal retainers have followed those fallen nobles into Domolga, but their end is also invariably miserable.

Antonie paid no heed to those possible dangers; she had left the princess's youngest son alone in Domolga for a year and a half now, and it was clearly the limit of what she could bear. She had sworn before the endangered princess, in the most reverent words to the God of Light, that she would care for the boy until the end of her own life.

The Countess had been acutely aware of the many pairs of unsuspecting eyes as she entered the prison. Though she knew that real danger had befallen her and the teenager, she had not cared, believing in the God of Light, a great deity who would never abandon a child.

Moronzo. Lord Lieutenant General Hanin made no sign as the child left the watery prison, he had been sternly warned by some of the great men that the child was to die, and the messenger from Turin had politely stated that if the Lieutenant General's stance was not firm, then the earl would likewise face a very dangerous situation.

Although the lieutenant general did not dare to disobey the instructions of the big names to their faces, but the warden has moved a lot of thoughts behind the scenes, he knows that those adults will not do anything to him at all, and in fact, can not do anything to him, he and his division are under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Ministry of the Army, the Ministry of the Army never look at the face of those who preside over the face of the political affairs of those who are in charge of the military, military personnel against politicians is not the source of a day or two of the things.

This Lieutenant General Division Commander of the Imperial Close Guard trusted the juvenile delinquent's father immensely, a trust that did not come from the rank of the child's father, but out of the respect that one soldier had for another. Duke of the Anru family and commander of the Buffy Knights, all the soldiers of the Titan Empire had dreamed of serving their country and making a name for themselves under the command of this marshal. The guards at Domolga Prison sympathized more with the Marshal's young son than with the poor wretch at the Minister of State's knee, and often spoke privately of the crimes committed by the young prisoner, whom they agreed was in some ways a match for the Tigers of Anru in the battlefield. They also knew that Ministry of Justice spies had put a bounty on the boy's head, but as soldiers, they would no doubt follow their general's orders, and the lieutenant general had ordered them to remain vigilant, that the prison belonged to them and not to the hoodlums that the Ministry of Justice had assembled. The soldiers all agreed that this was one of the few correct orders their Lord Lieutenant General had issued.

Just as the military men had assumed, Molang Zuo of the Dormorga Guard Division of the Titan Empire's Imperial Close Guard. Lt. General Hanin made what proved to be one of the best decisions of his life - he was going to protect Osne. Anru. Morissette. The marshal's bribe was tempting, but the lieutenant general thought that while the God of Light had the right to take the life of a criminal, that should not include a child who didn't know any better.

Moronzo. Count Hanin pondered over his decision for a long time, and he was going to do it the old-fashioned way. The inexplicable appearance of the corpse in the dungeon had proved the correctness of this method, only by placing the child in the same place with those powerful and perverted people could he be guaranteed that his life would not be jeopardized.

Oscar was not reunited with his Aunt Antonie; they had only a hurried meeting. Under the personal escort of the warden, he was locked into a cell located on the top floor of the prison's inner fortress, where it was rumored that a general was being held. An extraordinarily powerful General Borsis.