Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World-Chapter 147: A suspicious mission

Time passed quickly between Klaus’ intensive training to regain his optimal state and strengthen himself and the big news that constantly plagued the city.

It’s been a week since the fight with that shadow-like beast, and nothing different or serious has happened. Klaus has been getting deeper into understanding energy and his power. Also, now that he can train during the night, his level has increased considerably.

The problem is that he can’t use the full power of the Cursed Field, which is annoying. He tested it several times and realized that, in mortal combat, he couldn’t rely too much on it during the night, but it was still amazing for unexpected hits or bold moves.

During the day, he has no problem with using it, but now there is a problem, and that is that Klaus discovered that the Cursed Field he performs at night, or rather in places or moments where there is a lot of cursed energy gathered, is several times better than the one he performs during the day. Even when it doesn’t have the same power or the same ability during the night, it still has a noticeable improvement in several things that make it amazing, such as versatility and, on some special occasions, range.

But that wasn’t the only thing he had been doing these past few days.

The main issue concerned his new territories. He needed to take control of them, so he used a false identity given by Jasmine and the Night Sorcerer to reach final agreements with the various qualified vendors.

During the last week, each of the companies and territories that previously belonged to Johew came under his control. In addition, Nithim Twice quickly transferred the more than 5 million Carter coins they gave for his murder to his account, which made it possible for him to invest more heavily in that special area.

With so many companies, it was not difficult for him to put together the company he had bought some time ago with Carion, although that company would not be of much use to him other than generating some money. That time, he bought it solely to get closer to Johew, but it didn’t do him much good in the end. So, with his knowledge, he went there and worked a bit with various specialists to make the company return smoothly to its functions, no big deal.

But taking control of so many companies was really complicated because, in a way, he was under the scrutiny of not only public scrutiny but also the great nobles and powers that craved those companies. Although at the end of the week, no one suspected anything for now, he knew it was temporary.

His combat power had increased, as had his monetary and social power, but many civilians also criticized him.

Somehow, some strange protests were raised in various parts of the country against the Sorcerers’ Absolute Supremacy. This basically meant that the civilian population of Soneli was angry enough with recent events (as well as scared) that they protested to diminish the power of a Sorcerer in society.

Some advocated creating a different system of control over each witch sorcerer in the country to control them. Others were more extreme and advocated the extermination of this dangerous entity that stalked civil society.

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At first, it seemed silly and pointless on the part of many fearful people. Still, somehow, they managed to get several ministers and governors to join their missive, which caused the situation to become much more dangerous.

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The rapid growth of such extremist movements naturally attracted the attention of many people, especially since they used the slogan that Johew was a Hero and martyr of the sorcerers, which also attracted Klaus’ attention.

’The rapid growth suggests that there is a dangerous organization behind it. It doesn’t suit Fallen Leaf, but it may suit Nithim Twice. After all, they don’t rule the nation and are constantly hiding, so not everyone knows who they are. But why would they do it, just to make trouble for Fallen Leaf, or do they plan to move now?’ Although confused and thoughtful, he didn’t linger to think too long, either.

The situation was still controllable, so there was no problem if the relevant bodies came out to give some convincing statements to convince them; it would be fine to ignore the extremists; those are just crazy and get controlled very easily.

The current reality was that Klaus’ training was paying off big time, and his strength had finally increased overnight. That was a good sign of improvement and progress.

Between intensive training, talks with Carion, and outings with Jasmine, where she helped him quite a bit, it’s hard for time not to pass quickly, but during the evening of the 7th, Klaus received a sudden call.

"This is Ronan."

"Mr. Ronan, I hope you are well. It seems you have a mission for me." Klaus smiled on the other end of the cell phone. His tone of voice annoyed Ronan, but he nodded.

"Come to my building. This is an important mission, and we need to talk personally."

"Okay, give me an hour, and I’ll be there." After that, Klaus hung up the cell phone. He went to get ready and soon left, heading for the place he arrived at relatively quickly, as he didn’t drive around to avoid being tracked.

The luxury would not surprise him a second time, but remembering the price of this building, he couldn’t help but think that the life of the rich was pretty amazing.

A few minutes after he arrived, he entered the room where Ronan was waiting for him.

It was the same room as before, only this time Ronan wasn’t quietly sipping wine. Instead, a small chalkboard on the wall had a picture of someone and a printout that said, "Kill him."

Ronan was throwing sharp nails at him, so as he entered, Klaus frowned.

’He is one of the most powerful in Etherleaf today. I hear he’s soon to be promoted to Executive.’ He thought as he looked at the face of the person in the photograph.

"Infighting?" he asked, to which Ronan scoffed.

"None of your business, can you kill him? I need him dead by Wednesday."

"Oh? They gave you a pretty short deadline."

"Can you or can’t you?"

"Does it matter if I can? You won’t be able to send someone else if it’s not me. It seems you’ve run out of alternatives, and that’s why you chose me."

Though Ronan wanted to refute his words, he only shrugged. "You underestimate my wealth, and I think you overestimate someone’s loyalty."

His response was funny to Klaus, who couldn’t help but chuckle several times.

"I think you underestimate my mind, Mr. Ronan. I’m afraid you’d be surprised how much I can know." Klaus meant it, but he seemed to be joking.

"His name doesn’t matter to you, but he is the subordinate of one of Lord Aranfer’s men, specifically the man whose nickname is ’The Mountain,’ he is one of that man’s most beloved subordinates, and he is 4 days away from being rammed as Executive of Etherleaf."

"Not only do you want to get me into internal fights of yours, but you are also asking me to kill someone high up in the organization where I work. This will cost you dearly, Mr. Ronan."

"Payment is not a problem. I’ll let them promote you to an executive. How about that? I’ll also give you a monetary payment. This." At last, he held up a hand with all five fingers extended.

5 million. He had a coin in his other hand; it was a Carter Coin, so it was obvious the amount he would give him and the type of coin.

Klaus stared at it, his mind plunged in thought.

’The power of an Etherleaf Executive lies not in that he has control of many sorcerers but rather in the amount of information to which he has access. But, if he allows me to rise to that level, they may limit my access to much of that information. Still, Ronan has no idea what kind of information I’m aiming for, so there’s a low probability that he’ll manage to block everything I’m looking for.’

He smiled.

"As long as you give me all the information you have, I can do it. Mind you, I’ll do it on the day I want, but it will be before midnight Wednesday by Thursday."

Ronan nodded softly and, after some consideration, pulled out some briefing papers. "That’s all I have. It’s an important mission, Mr. Will. I hope the Night Sorcerer can shine again like he did that night."

"And I hope Mr. Ronan can keep his word and give me the prize he told me about. Now, I will take my leave; I don’t have much time to waste."

Ronan smiled and did not dismiss him. "Good luck, Night Sorcerer."

Klaus shrugged. "Luck is something only idiots depend on. So, good luck to you, Mr. Ronan." Subsequently, he left the room and quickly returned to his apartment.