Hitman with a Badass System - Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249 Assassination Requirements

Gaya, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned forward eagerly. "Who is it?" she pressed, her voice laced with anticipation.

The assassin, enjoying the suspense, let out a low chuckle before revealing, "Borgin Ironfist, the leader of the Ironfist Beast Tamers."

The name struck both Michael and Gaya with a mix of shock and intrigue. However, it was Gaya who couldn't hide the grin that quickly spread across her face. As the Goddess of Monsters, she had a bone to pick with the Beast Tamers, who had inflicted unnecessary pain and suffering upon innocent beasts and monsters. To her, Borgin Ironfist represented the epitome of cruelty towards those creatures she vowed to protect.

Recalling the system's quest to assist Gaya in settling her scores with the Beast Tamers to unlock her godhood in this realm, Michael couldn't help but smile inwardly. The assassination mission seemed to align perfectly with their personal vendettas, serving as a means to achieve multiple goals with a single action. Diiscover new stories at nove/lbin(.)c/om

Intrigued by Gaya's evident excitement, the assassin raised an eyebrow. "You seem thrilled," he observed, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Without missing a beat, Gaya snatched the wooden strip from his hand, her eyes scanning the name to confirm its truth. "Hell yeah, I am," she retorted with a fiery zeal. "Borgin is an asshole. It's about time he got what's coming to him."

The assassin, unaware of their divine status and the depth of their grudge against the Beast Tamers, found himself caught between surprise and fascination at Gaya's reaction.

Catching the assassin's chuckle, Gaya sensed that the path to Borgin Ironfist wouldn't be as straightforward as she had hoped. The assassin's earlier mention of the initiation needing to be carried out on the guild's terms lingered in her mind. She understood that the method of execution would likely be dictated by the very Angel of Death standing before them.

Then, it was Michael who broke the silence, his voice steady with an underlying layer of excitement barely perceptible to those who didn't know him well. "How do you want him killed?" he inquired.

Internally, Michael was buzzing with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. Having been Earth's deadliest hitman, the idea of delving back into the world of assassination, albeit in a realm far different from his own, invigorated him. His moral compass, once rigid in its refusal to harm the innocent, found itself in a world where innocence was a rare commodity. Moreover, Michael harbored no delusions about Borgin Ironfist's guilt; the man and his Beast Tamers had ensnared countless creatures, both harmful and peaceful, all in the name of profit.

Unfazed by Michael's question, the assassin delivered his requirement with a cold precision that belied the cruelty of the request. "I want Borgin to be killed in public, by the very beasts he's caged. Wouldn't that be an ironic and fitting end?" he proposed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

The twisted irony of the assassination method wasn't lost on Michael and Gaya. To have Borgin meet his end at the hands of the creatures he'd wronged was not just poetic justice; it was a stark reminder of the guild's merciless humor and the cruel fates they engineered for those marked by their hand.

After hearing him, Gaya couldn't help but express her twisted appreciation for the plan. "That's a sick plan, and yeah, I get the irony," she admitted with a hint of excitement in her voice. Michael, however, remained the picture of composure, his mind already weaving together the threads of a strategy.

The assassin wasn't finished, though. "That's not all, my dear newbies," he added, causing Gaya's anticipation to spike. "I knew there had to be more," she said, her eyes gleaming with the challenge.

With a knowing chuckle, the assassin tapped his temple. "An assassin's deadliest weapon is his brain, not spells nor the weapons he carries. So, for this assassination, I want you to go old school—no spells allowed."

Gaya, bubbling with anticipation, couldn't help but share in the excitement. "Never thought Borgin would be facing his fucking karma this quickly," she said, her voice laced with a mix of glee and surprise.

"First things first, we need a base of operations. Let's find a room with a good view of the beast tamers' headquarters. It'll give us the upper hand in planning our move." said Michael.

He understood all too well the importance of meticulous preparation in the world of covert operations. Even the tiniest snippet of information gleaned from surveillance could prove invaluable during an assassination.

Nodding in agreement, Gaya and Michael stepped out from the shadows of the alley, their eyes scanning the bustling streets of Goldspire for a suitable inn or tavern. As Michael and Gaya weaved through the bustling streets of Goldspire, their search for a suitable base led them to a tavern that caught Gaya's attention. "This place looks promising," she pointed out, her gaze fixed on the establishment across the street from the beast tamers' location.

Michael nodded in agreement, taking note of the tavern's strategic positioning. "It's perfect. The upper rooms should give us a clear line of sight to the beast tamers," he articulated, his eyes evaluating the tavern's exterior. The building was older, with a worn facade that spoke of years standing witness to the comings and goings of countless patrons. Its sign, creaking gently in the breeze, bore the name "The Griffon's Rest."

Upon entering, they were greeted by the warmth of the tavern's interior, a stark contrast to the alley they had materialized in moments before. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats and ale, the chatter of its patrons creating a lively atmosphere.

Approaching the counter, they were met by the proprietor, a burly man with a welcoming grin. "How can I help you folks today?" he asked, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the worn wooden surface.

"We're in need of a room. Preferably one with a nice view," Michael stated, straightforward in his request.

Gaya, seizing the opportunity to negotiate, jumped into the conversation. "And at a decent price, mind you. We're not looking to buy the place, just sleep in it," she said, her tone edgy, a hint of her less-than-patient nature peeking through.

The tavern owner, taken aback by Gaya's forthrightness, chuckled nervously. "Well, our corner rooms have the best view, but they're a bit pricier due to the demand."

"Pricier? For that old thing?" Gaya shot back, her voice rising. "You should be paying us to stay there, considering we'll have to endure the noise from those beast tamers!"

After a few moments of spirited haggling, where Gaya's colorful language and fiery temperament were on full display, Michael intervened, smoothing over the conversation. "We'll take the corner room. Just ensure it's quiet, and we're not disturbed," he said, finalizing their arrangement with a nod.

The proprietor, relieved to conclude the negotiation, handed over the key, a small price adjustment made in their favor thanks to Gaya's persistence.

Ascending the stairs to their room, they found it modest, lacking the opulence of the "Corn Bread's" diamond room. "Well, it's no diamond room, that's for sure," Gaya remarked, scanning the simple furnishings and the less-than-luxurious bed.

Undistracted by the room's lackluster appearance, Michael moved straight to the window, pulling back the curtains. The view it afforded of the beast tamers' building was unobstructed and clear, just as they needed. The building itself was a stark structure, functional with minimal embellishments, a hub of activity even at this hour.

"This will work," Michael stated, his gaze fixed on their target, the gears of strategy already turning in his mind. The room, while not lavish, was their strategic advantage—a place from which they could watch, plan, and execute their mission with precision.