"Capturing you? Isn't that impossible?" Alcott looked at Ginger, confused.
"Said the man who captured me once." She stared back at him. "It's doable."
"I had special equipment and chains. Those pertinently didn't have those. Don't tell me Connor expected them to beat and drag you out?" Alcott looked at the man that Ginger captured alive.
"I turned him into a thrall and questioned him. He doesn't know anything." Ginger waved her hand. "They are hired assassins from the assassins' guild. Their mission was to kill or bring me alive and get a bonus." Ginger stood.
"I was thinking of letting him go back to report, and then who follow the contact to Connor." She approached the man. "You can do that, can't you." Glaring at his eyes.
"As you order," The man spoke with a straight face.
Arad sat on a chair and watched Ginger. Her blood magic was amazing. She brainwashed the man with a single gaze.
Alcott smiled as he untied the brainwashed man and led him out of the room, "Make sure to lead us to him." He then got back into the room.
"What should we do now?" Arad asked.
"Wait and carry on with our preparation. Fighting Connor won't be easy." Alcott sat on a chair. "I, Ginger, and John will deal with him. You from the back and don't get into direct fighting. He should be a powerful werewolf. And you could lose your head before you know it."
"Alcott is right." Ginger looked at Arad with a serious face. "You don't have any skills with the sword or magic."
Alcott nodded, "Your abilities aren't honed as you didn't have enough time to practice them." He pulled his sword, "It took me twenty-five years to master my strength. But I'm sure you can reach my level in a year or two."
"Alcott is right. You're a dragon that will live for thousands of years, and you also have vampirism and lycanthropy. I'm sure you will live far longer." Ginger nodded, "You will amass more strength than mortal can imagine, but take it slow at the start."
Arad sighed, "I won't do anything reckless." He walked toward the door and slowly looked back. "I will go look for a room to myself. Please excuse me."
"Yeah, we only rented one room. You could sleep with us. It's like camping." Ginger smiled.
"I prefer to have my room." Arad walked out of the room and headed downstairs to the inn owner.
The inn owner stood behind his wooden counter, shaking some drinks for the thugs sitting around when Arad walked in. "I want a separate room? got one?" He asked, putting his hand on the counter.
"There is an empty room. But it needs some cleaning." The owner said, wiping a glass.
"Cleaning?" Arad glared at the owner. "I need the room now." He wanted to go inside and wait for something to happen."
"Ahem." the owner cleared his throat, approaching Arad and whispering. "A woman brought a man with her to her room to have fun." He looked around, "Let's just say he didn't get out of it in one piece."
"What?" Arad glared at him.
"Her friends are cleaning the mess, so please wait for a moment." The owner nodded, "My stomach turned when I entered the room earlier."
Arad stood, "Fine, I will go out. Make sure the room is ready when I come back."
The owner nodded, "I will make it happen." He bowed slightly, and Arad left the inn.
^How about I go destroy the assassins while I have the time?^
[Don't chase troubles.]
^Don't worry. I will just cut a boulder from the cavern ceiling and drop it on their base.^ Arad smiled, ^Natural disaster. Who would know?^
[Ok, That plan might work. But don't hit other people.]
Arad walked through the street with a smile.
Ginger pulled a crystal ball from her pocket and looked at it. "Yeah, we should call John and see if he found anything, or if he was attacked as well."
Ginger nodded. "I was thinking the same." she waved her hand at the crystal ball.
A white light emerged from the crystal ball. "John, do you hear me?" Alcott shouted into the ball.
The two waited for a while, but they got no response. "Why isn't he replying? Did they get him?"
"No, John is strong. Something is jamming my spell, so I guess he's blocking it to stay hidden." Ginger lifted the ball and hid it in her pocket.
Alcott stood. "We must check on him."
"You're right." Ginger stood with him. "Let's go look for information. We might meet him." She smiled.
Alcott and Ginger walked out of the inn and headed to the western part of the city. "Are you going to that bar?" Ginger looked at Alcott's face and then around her.
"I hate that place as well. But if someone can know where Connor's base is, it's them." Alcott stopped as they reached a rundown building.
"The Rippers. Even I find those people crazy." Ginger felt a shiver run down her spine.
Alcott pushed the door open and walked inside. He looked around to see some people eating raw flesh in the corner.
He turned around, disgusted as he headed toward the counter.
Alcott pulled a chair for Ginger to sit on and then took one for himself. He sat beside her and looked at the owner. "Heard any news."
The owner looked at him and then turned around, "I didn't."
Alcott sighed, "You know it isn't healthy to not talk for a long time." Alcott called from his chair.
HAHAHAHAHA! A man burst laughing in the back, "Alcott, you've grown old, you bastard."
Alcott turned around with a vein bulging on his forehead.
A brown-haired man sat on a table in the back, his golden eyes glowing in the dark as he smirked. "The hell took you soo long? I'd finished five people before you showed up."
"Connor! You accursed werewolf!" Alcott growled.
Ginger looked beside Connor, seeing a pile of human bones. The man has been gorging himself on human flesh.