Chapter 82 Slytherins Great Plan

-----Sangria City-------

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Standing in front of Slytherin, were one of his trusted aids and 4 other soldiers under his command.

So as not to draw too much attention onto himself, he had left thousands of his men back at his base, in Engril City. And had come to sangria city with just 150 men.

His men had all blended in with the peasants, and actually looked like servants and farmers.

Today, Slytherin had already received word that the ghostly prince would leave the Quinzy Inn, and head towards the ’Haunted Plane’ of Sangria.

The Haunted Plane was a cemetery located in the outskirts of Sangria, that was believed to be cursed.

People didn’t go there during the night time, due to the frightening folk takes that were said about the cemetery.

That’s why all burials were only done during the day.

Those who were brave enough to go there at night, never came back to their families.

It was believed that the ancestors of their enemies haunted the cemetery, and were thirsty for blood.

It was also believed that once the ancestors got a hold of a living person, they would suck out all the blood from that person’s body, leaving only a dried out corpse at the end.

\"Boss, we had observed that place every night for the past 4 days... The masked man would go there with his men for a few hours, before coming back to the Quinzy Inn.\" One of Slytherin’s subordinates said.

\"Did he meet anyone there?\"

\"Boss....Except for the hooded woman that he met on the first day, he hasn’t met anyone else.\"

\"If that’s the case, then he might be using that place as a way to send messages to his subordinates.\"

\"How many men does he have with them each time he goes to the cemetery?\"

\"Boss, he always takes 15 men with him to the cemetery.\"

Slytherin nodded as he listened.

\"Tonight, I will only take 30 men for the mission. Tell the rest of the men to wait outside the gates of Sangria.

Once this mission is over, we will be heading out immediately.\" Slytherin commanded.

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The night was dark, cold and somewhat foggy. All around, sounds of frogs could be heard, croaking away. As well as the loud chirps of crickets.

’Criek!... Criek!... Criek!’

The rain that fell during the day had finally stopped, leaving most of the foot paths muddy.

Slytherin and his men moved stealthily, as they followed their enemies towards the cemetery.

Today, they wore all-black clothing, leaving only their eyes visible for all to see.

They indeed looked like assassins.

Even with the pale moonlight cast on them, one would have to struggle just to make them out.

Once the ghostly prince and his entourage passed through the cemetery gate, Slytherin signaled for his men to stop.

The cemetery was also shrouded with fog, and gave off an eerie feeling to it.

He honestly couldn’t wait to slit the throat of the man who gave him so much pain, throughout these few months.

He would spend sleepless nights stalking and tracking down the ghostly prince’s movements, but he could never really pinpoint where his little white rabbit’s hideout was.

But the third time he took over the mission, he had more than 80 % of the men who followed him on the mission, killed at once.

At this point, he had changed the ghostly prince’s name from ’little white rabbit’ to ’bastard’.

F*** getting rabbit stew. Right now, he wanted to eat the rabbit’s flesh raw.

It was then, that he had developed bad blood with the bastard.

This time, he wanted to skin the bastard’s face and place it on his wall at home.

Anyway, right now Slytherin had to make sure that their actions didn’t alert the 5 guards ahead of them.

He looked up, at the wooden frames on the ceilings and his eyes lit up.

\"Follow my lead\"

Slytherin placed his hands and legs on the walls, as if he were doing a side-way leg split.

He looked like ’Jean-Claude Van Damme’, as he climbed up the narrow walls.

The hallway they were in, had extremely narrow walls, as it was closer to the entrance.

Once they had all gotten onto the wooden ceiling frames, they quietly moved on the frames, towards an even bigger hallway.

This hallway was the one that had 5 guards patrolling on it.

As they moved, they began to listen to the conversation of all the patrolling guards.

They had learned that the ghostly prince was still having his meeting in a room 2 hallways away from them.

They continued in ahead and finally arrived at the last hallway.

Slytherin signalled for his men to move.

6 men quickly dropped from above, landing on the 3 guards guarding a large wooden door.

Before the enemy guards could react, the men quickly placed their hands on their enemies mouths, and used their blades to silence them.

Once that was done, they quickly moved the bodies to the sides.

As they dragged the bodies, Slytherin and the rest of the men on the ceiling dropped down.

\"Be careful.... This bastard is tricky!!.\" Slytherin warned, as he stood in front of the large wooden door with a victory smile on his face.

’Bamm!’

The door was kicked down, and the men quickly rushed in.

But to their suprise, there was no one in site.

Forget no one, there was absolutely nothing in the room... No tables, no chairs... nothing.

Why was this room guarded if no one was in there?

At this point, they all became solemn.

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\"Looking for me?\"