65: Ordering a hit

In the Kingdom's Outer Region, a hut could be seen in the heart of a lush, dense forest, nestled comfortably between a towering mountain and a crystal-clear stream.

The Mountain was behind it and the stream was in front of it.

In this simple hut, a man could be seen sitting on a chair and reading a newspaper.

This man had striking grey eyes. His eyes were intense and cold as if he was a reaper from hell ready to claim souls. His skin was unusually pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He was dressed in black, his mouth covered by a mask, and his most distinctive feature was the three-streak tattoos running across his eyes.

There was a table next to him. On the table, a long-distance communication cursed artifact was placed.

Ring-ring-ring!

Suddenly, the artifact stirred from its slumber, ringing with an intensity that drew the man's attention.