Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 75: Disguised Departure

To minimize such flaws, Viggo secretly met with each individual afterward, including Aizen.

"You’ve risen quickly, and your strength has grown rapidly. The techniques you use are peculiar, making you a peculiar person. Peculiar people usually have secrets.

"I’m not interested in your secrets. If you dare to flaunt yourself like this, you probably aren’t one of the righteous sects’ spies," Viggo remarked during his private meeting with Aizen.

Aizen had no proof to offer nor any chest-pounding guarantees. That wasn’t his style. Righteousness or evil—those were merely labels others applied.

He didn’t care.

What he did care about was the task at hand. As expected, Viggo assigned him to act alone.

"50 miles outside the city gate, there’s a boundary stone. Next to it is a forest. The forest might have many people, but they aren’t your targets.

"You’ll walk there. Once you arrive, your targets will appear shortly. They are two individuals.

"They may be disguised, but you’ll definitely recognize them. Kill either one, and your mission will be complete."

"Two disguised individuals at a forest 50 Miles away. Righteous Clan disciples?" Aizen’s eyes flickered as he nodded in agreement.

The mission seemed simple—just kill one person—but it wasn’t that straightforward.

Success or failure wasn’t something to get overly attached to.

If he killed someone, the mission would be considered complete, as even the system’s tasks would validate success based on Viggo’s acknowledgment.

It was a profitable trade.

Even if the mission couldn’t be completed or put his life at risk, abandoning it wouldn’t be a big deal. The minor penalties for failure wouldn’t be crippling.

This was the benefit of faction missions. Unlike system-triggered random storyline missions, faction missions rarely had severe failure penalties, except for a few specific ones. Most weren’t even mandatory.

System tasks, on the other hand, were more domineering. Once triggered, they carried severe penalties for failure and were mandatory. They had to be completed once activated.

This was understandable—after all, the system’s existence was utterly defiant of natural law.

To reap its vast benefits and resources, one had to pay double the effort in return.

Nothing in life comes easy.

To ensure the mission went smoothly, Aizen changed his outfit, wrapped his Curtana Sword in long cloth strips to conceal it, and took out a human-skin mask he had never used before.

Since Viggo had instructed everyone to act alone and made those remarks to him, it implied there might be spies among the outer sect disciples involved in this operation.

Then again, perhaps there weren’t any spies at all. It could simply be a precaution, or a ploy to intimidate potential spies, making them feel as though they were already under surveillance.

Whatever the intention was, who could say?

As for Aizen, he only cared about getting stronger—using every available resource to do so.

Now, his task was simple: find the targets and kill one.

It might be a trivial effort or a feast of death.

A man of ordinary appearance, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, left the city.

His hair was tied in a messy bun, and he carried a long object wrapped in brown cloth strips on his back. It might have been a sword.

At his waist hung a wine gourd. He wore cloth leggings and black-soled shoes—neither shabby nor refined.

In short, he looked utterly ordinary. So ordinary, in fact, that the guards at the city gates couldn’t remember when he had entered the city.

Perhaps he’d been inside for a long time—so long they’d forgotten.

Soon, the guards dismissed him entirely.

They were busy collecting entry fees and keeping an eye out for any fat sheep they could fleece.

Such "sheep" were usually nervous types entering the city for minor but unsavory dealings.

Aizen walked along the roadside on a narrow official road.

The main road saw occasional passing merchant caravans. Horse hooves and carriage wheels stirred up large clouds of dust.

Every so often, he uncorked the stopper of his wine gourd and took a sip of the bitter wine.

The bitterness was unpleasant, but drinking it in small amounts served to remind him of its taste.

By getting used to this bitterness, he wouldn’t be so easily intoxicated or swayed by the novelty of sweet or strong liquors.

Fifty li wasn’t a long journey, but it wasn’t short either. By the time Aizen arrived at the stele, he was dusty and disheveled, appearing even more ordinary—almost destitute.

Ahead, the boundary stele marking Triesenberg city’s territory stood by the road, and beside it lay a forest.

The forest indeed had many people—mostly laborers hauling goods into the city or unkempt wanderers like him.

Aizen seemed tired and aimless as he entered the forest to rest.

His arrival drew a few glances but soon went unnoticed as the others resumed their chatter.

Leaning against the root of a large tree, Aizen stared up at the canopy above, holding his wine gourd.

He didn’t seem to be on a mission. Instead, he looked like a man idly enjoying a lazy outing.

Yet, lying under the tree, his mind remained tense and alert. His ears caught snippets of information from the surrounding conversations.

The laborers were speaking in hushed tones, occasionally joined by haughty wanderers sharing their opinions.

"Hey, did you hear? They say the Seven Swords Clan is still staying at that cursed place 200 Miles away. They’re swearing to grind the one who killed Marco Crowley into dust. Probably trying to provoke the Heavenly Demon Clan into taking the bait."

"You think the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Clan are fools? Nobody’s going to take that risk.

"I heard that apart from Harold of the Steel Sword Clan, the other six prominent disciples of the Seven Swords Clan have gone missing. No one knows where they’re hiding."

"I knew that already. Of course, they wouldn’t expose themselves as sitting ducks. Some of them going into hiding makes sense."

"The opening of the Triesenberg Treasure Vault has always been a battleground between the righteous and demonic outer disciples. I wonder whether the righteous will prevail this time, or the demonic sects will gain the upper hand.

"This time, the Seven Swords Clan is led by Ryven of the Skyforge Sword Clan. His strength has reached the pinnacle of the magus body refining stage, making him comparable to the top five on the Heavenly Demon Clan’s Gold Rankings. Though he’s only ranked seventy-something on the martial world’s list, he’s still incredibly formidable.

"With him lurking in the shadows, he’s a huge threat to the Heavenly Demon Clan’s disciples."