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Altogether, they were nine carriages, of which three were opened carriages carrying cargo while the rest were filled with people.

Victoria\'s carriage was the carriage leading in front.

Usually, she was supposed to be at the center of even behind because of danger, but she was a very instinctive person.

She also preferred to lead by example.

Besides, she had safety at her side.

Her\'s was the only carriage regardless of the space within with only two people in it aside of course, the driver in front.

Carren sat opposite her. With Victoria\'s foldable wheelchair by the side.

Apart from the time Caren had to accompany her to meet the guards at the Bolos Estate border, she did not move.

Strictly remaining in her position. She did not even adjust her seating position a bit.

Not even the shake of the carriage through rough road could sway her from her seating position.

All she did was seat there with her head rested on her Broad sword and her eyes closed.

In this position, it was easy for one to think that she was asleep, or even dead.

However, Victoria knew better.

Ever since that time she saw Eros take all three women, each of their temperaments had changed in one manner or the other.

Caren\'s was more subtle, calming, commanding and most of all, decisive.

Xena for some reason had become more playful and her attitude was like that of a bird that had been set free.

While Ngozi, well, Ngozi even when around, was never around.

The Merchant carriages strolled through the Bolos Territory on Victoria\'s orders, paying the passage fee of course.

In a few hours, they were at the border separating the Bolos territory from the Snake Forest.

Once more, Victoria paid the leave fee and they were free to pass through.

An hour had already passed since when they got into the forest. Evening had set in, and night was fast approaching.

Victoria was busy reading a book.

This was a book titled : The Philosophy of Soul Beasts and their Origins.

It was one of her favorites from Eros\'s personal library.

As the journey was a long one, she enjoyed her time reading and from time to time, she would check up on the men under her.

A shadow suddenly appeared within the carriage from seemingly nowhere.

As it did, Caren opened her eyes. It was so precis that it seemed as if they were never closed in the first place.

"How many of them?" Carren whispered.

A head materialized from the shadow.

It looked as if it was one with the shadow and only barely separated itself to reveal Ngozi\'s pale but beautiful face.

"They are about thirty of them," Ngozi replied.

"Do you need any help, sister?" Carren asked.

Victoria looked at the both of them as they conversed perplexed as to what was going on.

"No, don\'t worry, I can handle it." Ngozi replied before merging once more with the shadows.

"Sister Caren, Is everything alright?" Victoria asked.

"Don\'t worry, it\'s nothing. Just some pesty flies Sister Ngozi will handle it."

Victoria was not dull. She instantly understood what Caren meant by \'pesty flies\'.

In other words they were being tailed.

Each of Ero\'s women, had been made unique in their own right.

For everyone of them, a different gift.

For Ngozi, it was the shadows.

Her meridians had been made to blend and swim in the dark like a fish did in deep waters.

With this ability came the subtle art of assassination.

This was the technique Eros had passed into her.

A technique worthy of above the Epic grade.

Normal Assassin technique only allowed the user to blend in the dark, Ngozi\'s was different.

In fact, one might say she brought the dark itself.

Of course, she was still low ranked in the cultivation realm, leaving much room for improvement.

According to the technique, at its peak, she would be able to summon the night in day time.

As an Assassin, the dark was her dance floor and the night her warm embrace.

Right now, it was already becoming dark.

These trackers did not know that they had entered a tank with with a very stealthy shark in it.

The skill of tracking was not much different from that of an assassin.

In fact, both were birth from the same mother.

It was like Sprinting a hundred meters and running a ten kilometers endurance race.

Both of them carried with them running except one was for longer distance.

Such was tracking and assassination.

While tracking required Following, Assassination required Following and executing.

Of course, these Trackers were not in the least weak.

However, a dragon invading the home of a snake was a kind of suicide attempt.

The moment she came out of the carriage, Ngozi sank into the ground like hot knife placed on butter.

It was night and not so easy to notice as she pooled into the shadow in the ground.

This was her own world.

In here, she waited patiently for all the carriages to pass.

Once they were all, gone, she waited a little while and silhouettes followed along.

She counted them as they passed.

It was exactly thirty, just as she had thought they were.

And then she moved.

These trackers were obviously well trained.

They gave themselves sufficient gap.

It was in such a way that they could easily communicate with one another, but still kept a safe distance in case of emergencies.

Unfortunately for them, this distance was going to spell their doom.

Ngozi stroke the first one.

She made a shadow pool in the ground, and when the unlucky fellow stepped in it, she pulled him in, and before he could struggle, she silenced him with her blade.

It was swift, and efficient.

Once killed, she dumped his body behind and went for the next one.

She never went for the kill unless absolutely sure that the kill was to be successful.

One by one, she plucked them down like Ripe oranges from a tree...