Chapter 82 Four Musketeers

After eating the succulent BBQ meat made by Jacob, Peter couldn't help but cry and told Jacob he had eaten nothing like this before and kept singing praise for his cooking.

Jacob merely chuckled and ignored the young man who seemed to have gone insane after eating BBQ.

Although they seemed eating, Jacob's entire focus was on that small dot in the distance.

Even with his improved vision, he can only see a small dot, so he was sure the other party have some kind of visual gadget which made him warier of their background and strength.

Jacob looked at the sky, and only three hours remain before dusk started to break down.

He looked at Peter, who had a blissful expression on his face. He said, "Is there any patch of trees in our way before stopping for the night?"

Peter was startled by this strange question, but he quickly answered truthfully, since Jacob treated him with the beast meat of his life. "There is a small grove in our way between the main road and this one."





"How fast can we reach there?" Jacob asked with squinted eyes.

"Um… two and half hours if we speed up. But there isn't any need to since the sky is clear." Peter told.

However, Jacob stood up with an impassive look on his face, "I want you to enter that place in two hours and I'll reward you with another meal!"

Peter's eyes suddenly glow like a raging fire when he heard this and quickly stood up in high spirits. He might even kill someone for that meal, much less drive somewhere in which he was proficient.

"Sir, let's go!" He hurried toward the carriage. He was afraid Jacob would go back on his words.

Jacob smiled with a hint of coldness as he glanced toward the east before he coolly entered the carriage.

In the distance,

Old Four nearly choked on his saliva as he watched Peter enjoy the BBQ like a hungry wolf.

He couldn't help but cuss while chewing on those dry jerkies like rubber. "I'll eat all that meat once I kill that hateful prick!"

He suddenly shouted, "Let's go, they're moving! We have to secure that high-quality meat!"

Old First chopped on Old Four's head and rebuked, "Then move the carriage, idiot. You are the driver, remember?"

"Oh, quickly, they seemed to move fast." He said as they quickly embarked on the carriage and move behind them while keeping their distance.

Two hours later,



"Look, they're almost in around the Lionheart Road. I think they're trying to reach Lye Town before night. That's why they're moving so fast." Old Four kept the bronze telescope on his left eye, he said while controlling the carriage carefully.

"Impossible, the Lye Town is still eight hours away. They will be stopped for the night since there are still groups of bandits in the night. We'll get our chance." Old Third retorted as he held a map and pointed to a small-town area.

"He's right, and even if they got to the town, we can easily kill them while they're asleep. It's our specialty." Old Second laughed like a maniac.

However, after then minutes, Old Four paused the carriage.

"What now?" Old One sounded vexed.

"They're stopping in that grove. and that brat is taking out the camps? It seemed they were planning to spend the night there! Fuck, that bastard is again taking out more meat. I'm afraid there won't be anything left for us at this rate!" Old Four complained in resentment.

"Shut up! You always focus on wrong things." Old First retorted in a gloomy tone, "Since they're staying in the open, let's turn it into their grave."

"Hide the carriage. We'll slowly move in, and the moment they let their guard down, heh…" Old Second laughs cruelly.

Jacob and Peter again enjoyed another delicious meal, and it was already started to darken, so they decided to rest and continue their travels at the first ray of light.

It was how typical long-distance traveling work here since they didn't have any lights on the roads, and it wasn't safe if you didn't have any guards.

Banditry was quite an ordinary thing on these roads at night, and those rats ran extremely fast if they encountered anything dangerous.

Nevertheless, as long as you hand your belonging to them, they will not bother you and let you go.

Anyhow, the full moon illuminates the lands with the soft moonlight,

Four silhouettes suddenly flashed past tree after tree as they were extremely careful to not make any sound and continues to move toward two pyramid tents close to a carriage and horses.

One silhouette suddenly made a hand signal before the other three formed a fist in response and, with cat-feet, they moved in. Each one of them held a long barrel gun close to their shoulder in a shooting position.

This gun's barrel was two feet long and four inches wide. It was a musket!

They all surrounded the first tent from four different sides as if they know who was in there, they have done this countless times.

"Attack!" Old First shoulder before he pulled the trigger.

'Bammm…'

'Bammm…'

'Bammm…'

'Bammm…'

Four raging sounds reverberated in the vicinity like thunderbolts.

"Hehe, the Four Musketeers struck again!" Old Four or the Fourth Musketeer laughed out loud in pleasure as he held his Musket on his shoulder.

"Let's butcher the Kid." The Second Musketeer laughed like a manic as they moved toward the last tent.

They weren't afraid anymore since the threat was already gone, so there wasn't any need to hide their presence anymore.

"Old Third, do you want to enjoy the Kid first, like you always do?" Fourth Musketeer chuckled nastily, "Old Third?"

However, no reply came, and he looked back confusingly and what he saw made his skin crawl with needles.

His three brothers' heads were cut in half like some extremely sharp blade had passed through them like a wind.

"NOO… how?!"

They were just talking happily a moment ago and the next moment they were dead?

"This must be a dream… this must be!" He didn't dare to believe, that after all these years of escaping death together, they would have died without even putting any resistance.

"Yeah, it's a dream. How about I butcher you so you can enjoy this dream?" A devilish voice sounded at this moment.

Fourth Musketeer suddenly jumped in fright and wet his pant out of pure terror.

"Don't kill me! I surrender. Just make me your slave, but don't kill me. I know many secrets. Spare me, please. I was forced to do all this!" He didn't care about his lofty image anymore and kowtowed like crazy.

Jacob appeared as he clean the blade of his sword from blood and coolly said, "How about telling me who you are and why you come after me?"

He spared this idiot because he wanted to know who was bold and bore enough to go after a nobody like him.

Furthermore, these four were all C ranks, and if not for their moronic stunts, they might've resisted for a second or two in front of him.

But they were extremely confident in handling others if things went wrong with their strength, and that also render their downfall. They underestimate their prey after getting easy blood for so long that they forget something. Sometimes, prey can be a hunter in disguise!

Fourth Musketeer quickly told, "W-we are Four Musketeers, a C rank mercenary team of Lionheart City, and hired to kill you last night as quickly as possible. As for the person who hired us, it was through the Vice Agency Leader!"

Jacob's eyes narrowed. "It seemed it wasn't your first time getting this kind of job?"

"Yes, that Vice Agency Leader is a black-hearted bastard. He always deals in such jobs as long as they paid well and no one is strong enough to go against him while the Agency Leader is always out of City." Fourth Musketeer had tears in his eyes as he cursed the Vice Agency Leader who send them after this monster.

Jacob frowned. He had four people before who could pull this kind of stunt, Austin who he rejected, then Ralf and Warren, who Jacob scared shitless. Lastly, Rosalia left resentful the other night after he refused her raid invitation.

'That old guy won't be coming after me with this group of morons, and he hates mercenaries. As for those two idiots, they didn't have that kind of connection, or they won't be just small hooligans of a small town. Then it was probably that arrogant tramp!' His eyes turned deadly cold.

"Do you know anyone named Rosalia Lion?" Jacob asked coldly.

Fourth Musketeer seemed to get started when he heard that name and couldn't help but told with suspicion, "I don't know anyone famous with this name, but I can't help but remembered the Lioness of Lionheart Family, Rose Lionheart. She also vanished for months now. Maybe it is her who is using this alias!"