Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 463

“The Dark Castle is the most mysterious assassin organization in the world. They also specialize in training assassins,” May said.

James had been in the military for ten years. He had conquered lands and lived his days by the edge of the sword, but organizations like this were something he did not know much about.

This piqued his interest. “You say you were one of Dark Castle’s three SSS-ranked assassins. I don’t know what SSS means, but does this mean there are two others as strong as you are?”

May nodded. “More or less.”

“Who are they?”

May shook her head. “I don’t know. Dark Castle has a rule where we all had to wear masks. I’ve never seen any of their faces. Dark Castle also has a rule where you have to complete your mission if you accept it. If you fail, you’ll die in most cases. However, the penalty is circumstantial. There’s also another rule where you have to die if someone sees you without your mask on.”

“So, what’s next?” James asked, looking at her. “You can’t return to Dark Castle, your supervisor is dead. Dark Castle will definitely be on the hunt for you. You might not be able to move freely now.”

May shook her head slightly.

She had not thought about it.

“I need men by my side,” James said simply. “If you want, you could follow me. I can’t guarantee your safety forever, but you’ll be safe for the time being.”

May turned to look at him.

“You’re taking me in? Aren’t you worried I’d attack you the first chance I get so I can complete my mission?”

James chuckled. “That depends if you’re capable of doing that.”

May was lost in thought.

She had no way of returning now. She had no place in the world.

There was only one other option for her, besides dying, and that was to follow James.

She nodded after a few moments of thinking. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”

James smiled faintly.

He pulled his phone out and called someone named Ronald Moone.

Ronald was one of the thousand men he had transferred from the Southern Plains and was the current leader of those thousand men.

These men had been laying low in Cansington since being transferred here, awaiting James’s order.