Free Web NovelChapter 37: The First Mission? Assassination?!
Darius quickly controlled his emotions and returned to his usual expressionless face.
Although he was genuinely excited by the amount of potential members and money standing outside his pavilion, maintaining his image remained his highest priority. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Soon, he began making his way toward the entrance.
Before he even got close, the sibling duo and Moon immediately noticed him.
"He really came exactly on time like I told you," Any proudly declared while pointing toward her watch.
However, Shen and Moon completely ignored her words, their attention fixed solely on the pavilion entrance.
Meanwhile, Darius himself felt slightly shaken inwardly.
Only now did he fully realize that Moon’s current appearance was exactly the same as during the fight against the gang member last night. Yet yesterday morning, his appearance had been vastly different.
’So he was wearing some kind of human mask before and only revealed his real face later...’ Darius thought while observing the handsome man carefully. ’Truly cautious.’
Back then, he hadn’t sensed anything unusual whatsoever.
Even now, remembering it carefully, Moon’s disguise had felt completely natural.
The realization made Darius slightly wary of such methods. Still, after recalling the system, he quickly calmed down.
’If Moon truly had bad intentions, the system would’ve reacted already. No point overthinking things.’
Soon, Darius arrived before the pavilion entrance.
The gathered people immediately made way for him.
Taking out the key, he calmly unlocked the door before slowly pushing it open.
Then, without even turning around, he spoke in a low indifferent voice.
"First come, first served. If anyone dares cut the line, don’t blame me if you end up banned from entering the pavilion again."
Any, who had been preparing to rush inside first, instantly froze.
Under her veil, her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
’What if I end up waiting forever just to rent a room...?’
Looking at the three cloaked newcomers standing ahead of her, along with another man positioned fourth in line, she immediately felt depressed.
Even if each cultivation room session only lasted an hour...
That still meant several hours of waiting.
"Hopefully they get shocked by the prices and leave..." Any muttered under her breath.
Unfortunately for her, everyone nearby possessed cultivation.
Naturally, they heard every word clearly.
Shen immediately leaned closer and whispered nervously, "Little rascal, watch what you say. If Pavilion Master Darius hears you..."
He stopped midway and swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Truthfully speaking, he genuinely didn’t dare imagine Darius hearing such words.
Meanwhile, seated behind the receptionist desk, Darius naturally heard everything perfectly.
However, instead of becoming angry, he felt rather pleased.
Such complaints only proved how valuable the pavilion’s services truly were.
Taking his seat calmly, Darius shifted his attention toward the masked man standing at the very front.
The long red bandage covering the man’s eyes immediately drew his interest.
’Surely this one will become a member...’ Darius inwardly prayed. ’Otherwise how the hell am I supposed to complete that ridiculous guardian mission?’
At that moment, the masked man finally spoke.
"We only have one question."
His voice remained calm and indifferent.
"Does your pavilion provide missions suitable for cultivators between the First and Third Realms?"
Darius didn’t hesitate whatsoever.
"Of course."
"Shameless. But you upheld the pavilion’s reputation, so you get a positive evaluation."
The system’s voice echoed in his mind.
Darius ignored it completely.
After all, he truly wasn’t lying.
He firmly believed that sooner or later, missions would naturally begin flooding the pavilion without him personally searching for them anymore.
The trio’s eyes visibly brightened hearing his response.
However, the enchanting woman standing behind the masked man slightly leaned closer and quietly reminded him, "Restrictions."
The masked man nodded slightly before continuing.
"We are interested in becoming members, but only if the pavilion’s restrictions aren’t excessive."
He paused briefly.
"By restrictions, I mean forcing us into missions we dislike or assigning us to groups we have no interest in joining."
His tone remained calm throughout.
"Naturally, if the pavilion faces danger, defending it would still be our responsibility as members. That isn’t what we mean."
Darius listened carefully before nodding inwardly.
From the man’s words alone, he could already tell the trio likely disliked the rigid systems imposed by most guilds.
Fortunately for them, the Immortal Pavilion operated very differently.
"There is no forcing here," Darius calmly explained. "If you like a mission, you take it. If you dislike it, you ignore it. The pavilion won’t assign groups or force cooperation."
Then he lightly pointed toward the cultivation rooms.
"Our goal is simple."
"To help members become stronger."
His voice remained calm, yet carried faint confidence.
"Of course, the pavilion currently possesses only a small number of services..." Darius added before slightly narrowing his eyes. "But this is merely the beginning."
Hearing this response, the trio visibly relaxed.
Meanwhile, Any, who was secretly listening from behind while sitting on a nearby table, became even more excited.
’More services in the future...?’
Her eyes sparkled instantly.
’I need more spirit stones somehow...’
At that moment, she had already begun thinking about ways to earn money.
Meanwhile, Darius quickly finished registering the trio as official members.
Counting the new additions inwardly, his mood improved considerably.
’Good. Even if new missions appear now, there should finally be enough people to handle them.’
Soon afterward, he guided the trio toward the cultivation rooms they wished to test.
Then, just as he turned back toward the front desk, the middle-aged man standing fourth in line slowly stepped forward.
The moment Darius heard his first sentence...
Even he couldn’t stop his eyes from slightly lighting up.
"I heard your pavilion accepts assassination missions as well. Is that true?"
For a brief second, the entire pavilion fell silent.
Even Moon slowly turned his head.
Meanwhile, Darius’s heartbeat slightly accelerated.
Not because of fear. But because he suddenly realized something important.
Rumors might have spread as wild as fire that people started adding up things on their own accord...
What assassination missions!
