"You… are you a devil?" the assassin said through gritted teeth.
"What do you think?" Amanda's scepter moved slightly, and the gold embedded on the assassin's body transformed into liquid, flowing back into the necklace around his neck.
The assassin was free to move again, but his gaze remained fixed on Amanda.
His eyes were filled with *rage, fear, and suspicion.*
"Twelve hours, remember that." With that, Amanda turned and left.
Dong Jiayue lingered no longer and departed as well.
The assassin, after hesitating for a long moment, finally turned and vanished into the dark night.
Back at her quarters.
Dong Jiayue immediately deployed twenty thousand undead soldiers, surrounding all the tents.
Not a single gap was left, fearing another assassination attempt in the dead of night.
…
Time crept by.
By the next evening.
The sky began to grow dim.
The massive beast-skin tent was suddenly flung open.
A blood-soaked figure entered the tent with a cold expression.