The Predator’s Contract Partner

Chapter 244: Tpcp 244

Lucerne didn’t say anything for a while. And he told Ian to get a cigarette. He began to smoke slowly.

‘He’s starting to smoke it since this hour. If I make a mistake, today…… .’

Lucerne took one puff of his cigarette and slowly laid his head on the armrest of his chair. He closed his eyes and gradually savored the languor that came. Ian also knew that terribly sweet, pungent, strong flower scent.

Mauritiana flower. In other words, hallucinogenic drugs. It was a narcotic. Lucerne mixed Mauritiana flowers with a cigarette.

In the empire, such hallucinogenic drugs were allowed on the battlefield only for knights fighting monsters. It was a way to protect the spirit of the knights. The battlefield where monsters were fought was fierce and hellish.

Although Lucerne acted like a madman, he was actually a very rational person who followed the rules to some extent.

So, he rarely used hallucinogenic drugs except on the battlefield. A week before and after going to war. This is because only hallucinogenic drugs were legal there. The fact that he is breaking the rules and taking hallucinogenic drugs… … .

‘Oi, he’s really, very angry… … .’

Ian started to tremble. When Lucerne becomes this strange, bloodshed inevitably follows. It wasn’t until everyone suffered that it calmed down.

“General, are you alright?”

Ian gathered his courage and asked. Lucerne’s associates were standing in the hallway, glancing at each other. Lucerne rubbed his forehead. He closed his eyes and slowly took another drag of the hallucinogen. He blew out smoke.

“There is no twist this time either.”

“What?”

“I thought it would be okay, but I’m really angry.”

Lucerne laughed. He muttered.

“For some reason, you did something pretty.”

Ian was very perceptive. At that moment, he realized that this matter had something to do with Elisha. And that premonition was correct.

Tuk.

A letter was thrown to Ian. Ian received it by chance.

[A request to create a borrowed-name identity/account for Elisha de Lor has arrived.

The client appears to be related to Princess Ilione.]

The note said: Ian’s face turned white.

‘Ugh, we’re in big trouble.’

Elisha asked Ilione to create a fake identity and account…. Her intentions were undeniable.

‘After all, it’s through our guild! Madam, you are out of luck! Why did you do this? As if you were getting ready to run away.’

Ian thought.

Lucerne owned the information guild. Although small, it carefully attracted only a select number of customers. One of the guild’s duties was to create borrowed-name identities and accounts for some VIPs.

But that was a trap that Lucerne had dug a long time ago. It was a plan to operate such a guild with great care and later secure borrowed-name accounts for members of the Cartier family. In fact, it was going smoothly.

However, the intelligence network caught Elisha’s work, not those of Jacob or the head of the family.

“General, this is… … .”

“Yes,”

Lucerne said.

“This betrayal is really painful.”

“But your wife hasn’t betrayed you yet… … . This is not necessarily proof… … .”

Lucerne glanced at him. Ian closed his mouth and bit his lip. He asked quietly,

“Impressive, even touching, isn’t it—right?”

“… … yes?”

“My wife. It’s quite a feat to even use Princess Ilione. No wonder the painting was strange. A tombstone suddenly appeared from somewhere. Ilione sticks around with Elisha… … . Now I have to take away your only friend.”

“… … .”

“It almost became a perfect crime, right? If they had gone through another guild, I would have found out much later.”

However, no matter how much one tries to create an account and identity secretly, the person receiving the request would be the one creating it. In other words, one needed info on what identified the actual client.

Identification information, external characteristics, and the true identity of the genuine account holder. When it all came together, it was no surprise that Elisha’s identity was revealed immediately. Elisha’s moves were perfect, she just had bad luck.

Lucerne raised the corners of his mouth. He wanted to laugh.

“Shall we go, Ian?”

Lucerne said. He got up from his seat.

“I almost fell for it this time. Trust.”

[t1v: NOOOOOOoooooo]

He rubbed his head. Lucerne was thinking about Elisha from last night. Elisha wasn’t the only one who saw hope.

The sweetness she gave him last night. She proposed that she could give him herself slowly. She almost turned his life upside down in just one night. If he hadn’t heard this sad news today, something could have started inside Lucerne. But sadly, that heart was buried before it could sprout.

He did not know love and was accustomed to madness and possession. Even that beautiful thing that almost sprouted last night. He decided to welcome familiar emotions instead. Monopoly and ownership. It was what he was most familiar with.

‘Where did you pick up such bad things?’

Lucerne thought as he spoke to himself.

“I was careful because I thought she might break if I was too rough,”

Lucerne said.

“I can’t let her go even if she breaks this time. But I still want to hold on to her, so it’s a good thing for both of us,”

Lucerne laughed.

“High General.”

“I’m going back home today. Tell them to clean up the mansion. My wife won’t be able to leave the house for a while, so get ready.”

Ian, who understood what he meant, searched the floor with his eyes. He nodded his head slightly.

“Yes, sir, but… … . Madam, how long will she be unable to go out? The knights will be curious about your wife’s well-being. I think we need to prepare an appropriate excuse.”

“Maybe forever.”

“…….”

“So keep everyone’s mouth closed.”

Lucerne said casually. He extinguished the cigarette by rubbing it against the arm of his sofa.

Slam. The door was closed.