Stealthly moving through the bushes behind the district house he search for the particular abode of his target in order to end his mission quickly.
The district was a face to face street and wasn't to long, Lucian found no trouble in scanning the houses in search for his target.
However he soon realized that more guards were rushing into the district and surrounding the houses of every important person as a defence against him.
" *Puff*, If I killed up to a thirty of you what makes you think you'd be different " he scoffed at their nativity, he hoisted himself to the roof of a building.
He surveyed around in search of clues that might lead to his target and surprisingly something odd happened.
Guards surrounded and rushed into buildings of the district but one was slowly approached by special armoured personnels otherwise known as Knights.
He had killed some previously but it was extremely quick and unnoticed, he estimated around twelve templar knights in the entire region.
So it was extremely suspicious for seven of them to be heading for a single building, Lucian observed closer and found out the building was bigger than the rest by three times.
Made fully of stone and had glass windows which was ultra rare, he decided to pop in there for a quick survey.
" Child Of Light, Bless Thy Word, Lighten Thy Steps and Enchant Thy Speed " He said getting into a running stance, * BOOM *, The house he was one exploded in flames as he dashed away like a beam of light.
Every single being in the district turned their heads to the burst of flames, sizzling of burning flesh and screeches of dying souls.
The knights also had their minds distracted by the explosion which was incredibly close to them, they didn't notice Lucian flash past them and phrasing through the walls of stone built building.
Getting into the building was one, searching for clues was second, looking around he noticed his location to be a storage unit, that was known because of the lack of darkness and piles of tubers and sack of grains.
It was pretty huge to be the storage unit for a single person, this wasn't even a residential building, " At least now I know were all the village tributes are going " he said exiting the room.
He found himself at the end of a passageway which had rooms aligned closely to each other, but Lucian knew it was a trick.
Hung to the ceilings were alien lights which fascinated Lucian for a moment as he had never seen something as such, " Sorcery is really improving ".
Losing interest he focused on his environment, to his right was the the way out of the passageway, he could see a flight of stairs leading downwards, the left held all the doors.
If he dared open a wrong door it would set off an alarm or some sort of trap, with time against him, Lucian had to think of something.
He slowly observed the doors closely, as expected they all looked similar, maybe too similar, akin to the cloning of the main door.
Just by looking at the placing of the doors even a mental health patient would know it was fake, and that was were all the problems lied.
All the doors were too fake to be real.
They all beared the same scratches, marks and wearings of time, he trolled relentlessly until he was short of time, footsteps were fast approaching.
He could make a sprint back for the storage unit but decided against it, instead.
[ Technique Activated : Photographic Memory ]
Activating a technique for the second time was something he dread doing even though he could activate it as long as his body was well recovered.
Instantly he felt his mind flooded with immense amounts of information spanning across his life time, everything he seen, did, and said were recalled with utmost accuracy.
He opened his eyes and walking to the fourth last door in the passage way, he grabbed it's knob, the shadows of the knights loomed closer.
* Screech *
The door scrubbed roughly against the polished ground as it flung open, " Sarah, this door really needs changing, it's hurting my ears ".
" Sorry but Sarah isn't available Grandpa " Lucian said to the old man who just spoke, the man choked with a grasp and Lucian quickly knocked him out with a single tap.
He was currently in an office with shelves of scrolls and leather wrapped books, a wooden office desk and a wooden stool.
A bed was kept by the side, it was which the man lay on.
The window reflected a timid moonlight which illuminated the dark room, Lucian sat on the stool and faced the window.
He took a cigarette stick which he found on the table and lit it up before taking a few puffs.
Time slowly etched away, silently he waited reciting the darkness mantra to keep himself busy, ' Patience is the key of Assassins ' he reminded himself.
He busied himself by chanting his darkness mantra, a rooster crowed indicating the beginning of dawn, not minding that he continued reciting the mantra.
As anticipated the door screeched open, " Lord Malen? ", a female voice uttered in confusion while closing the door, no response came so she walked towards the sitting figure.
The room was dark and the figure faced the window, she looked around in confusion at the ever still figure and that was when she realized an error.
Lying on the bed was the fat still body her eyes could make out to be the true lord Malen, alas it was too late to make a move.
Before she could breath, her head was banged on the desk, sheets of patch paper were sent flying, " Not a sound, am a trigger happy psychopath " Lucian said with the muzzle against her forehead.
" Answer my questions, quickly and truthfully, it's three o'clock already ", the young woman made an attempt to break away from Lucian's grip.
He responded by dragging the hammer of the revolver, fear grew sprouts in her mind in her mind as she knew collectors similar to assassins were ruthless psychotic creatures.
Lives meant nothing to them.
" Your name's Sarah right ", she nodded, " Speak only when I ask you to speak ", she nodded again, " Where is Arvino Alarz'ine Bercort and were can I find him " Lucian asked.
* Knock * Knock * Knock *
" Answer it quickly and be smart " he instructed hiding behind the desk as she went to answer the door.
" Miss Sarah, here's the report Lord Malen asked for ", A guard said handing her a stack of patch paper with a few scrolls, he turned and made to leave.
" Wait " Sarah called out, " Yes, Mistress " he replied waiting for an order which never came, with a timorous expression and beads of sweat running down her forehead she let the guard off.
Veiled by the dim lighting of the room, Sarah failed to preclude a quick jab for her nose which knocked her off her feet, * Ahhh *, she groaned holding her nose in pain.
Blood soon flowed from her nose, " You attempted to sell me out, lucky you, you could have been seven seconds dead by now " he appraised.
He walked towards the window and shut the curtains, being able to perfectly see in darkness gave him the perfect advantage of not revealing his identity and carrying out his extraction.
Another advantage was his unpredictability of whether she was a fighter or something else, who knows she might have been planning a sneak attack.
When her nose lit up a bright green glow he became relived for she was actually a healer, she looked to young to have learnt another spell, except she was a prodigy.
Lucian teleported to her side with his blade unsheathed, it's sharpened edges against her throat, " Like I said formerly, where can I find Arvino Alarz'ine Bercort, answer truthfully and maybe I would let you live ".
" Please I have a sick mother at home " She beseeched with tears streaming down her face, * Sigh *, " Tell me? " Lucian asked, " Can you heal a severed head. "
She gulped in response, " Well I guess you're just useless after all " Lucian said in an attempt to sever her head off, " Please I will tell you, don't kill me please, Ohh good lord. "
Lucian smirked, " He resides on the second street of the district, precisely the seventh house on the left, although he was planning to report back to his city of appointment early today. "
" So there might be a probability of not meeting him, if your able to reach his building. " She blurted out to Lucian.
He stood sheathing his blade, " Thanks for co-operating " he said dispersing into a mist of darkness.
His target had been locked unto.