Dragonslayer’s Class Regression Chapter 47

Chapter 47

“Hmm.”

Zeke took a deep breath after getting off the ship.

The smell of the Southern Continent, which he hadn’t experienced in a long time, stirred his past memories.

‘It was terrible.’

After struggling as a porter for adventurer parties in dungeons, he ended up being sold as a slave in the southern region due to a fraudulent contract.

Zeke was seventeen years old at that time.

While being a slave at the Soma farm, he was dragged into missions as an arrow shield, but uniquely, only Zeke kept surviving.

After surviving five missions like that, Zeke received formal hitman training.

Surprisingly, hitman work suited Zeke well.

It was because there weren’t any particular difficulties if he just focused calmly on the mission.

Even knights who could use Aura would easily lose their lives if they were hit by poison while being careless.

It was then that Zeke realized that using Aura wasn’t everything.

However, Blue Knights who could handle Aura Blades were different.

No matter how stealthily Zeke approached, the Blue Knights would sense him like ghosts.

Even if he used poison, they could burn it off or expel it by controlling the Aura in their bodies.

‘But in the end, they’re still human. Humans are bound to have weak points.’

Zeke learned how to cunningly target these weak points to assassinate Blue Knights, and finally established himself as a named hitman of the Mekein Cartel.

It was natural for such a Zeke to receive the favor of Don Juan, the boss of the Mekein Cartel.

Someone approached Zeke as he was lost in old memories while looking around the port after disembarking.

“Vice Manager. Everything is ready.”

It was a guide prepared in advance by the Linehart Company.

Zeke got into the carriage prepared by the guide.

The carriage moved towards Mekein.

Currently, the largest cartel in the Southern Continent was the Mekein Cartel led by Don Juan.

And the Favela Cartel was closely following behind.

The Favela Cartel, originally being South Sea pirates, had sea routes that could cross the Sea of Death.

Although the risk was high, they were bringing Soma to sell in the Central Continent through their own distribution network because the profit from Soma was higher than what they earned from piracy.

At first, they sold diverted goods from the Mekein Cartel, but gradually expanded their scale until they became bigger than their original pirate operation.

If the Favela Cartel had been satisfied with that, there wouldn’t have been much problem, but they coveted the Mekein Cartel’s position.

They thought that if they blocked the Syndicate’s distribution network, Mekein would have no means to move their goods, and naturally, they would lead the market.

‘They didn’t know Don Juan and thought too simply.’

In his previous life, Zeke was in the middle of the war between the Mekein and Favela Cartels.

Zeke led the Mekein Cartel’s sicarios through the jungle areas, destroying the Favela Cartel’s production camps and taking the heads of major bosses.

In the end, the Favela Cartel collapsed in less than 3 years after starting the war, and the southern region became more chaotic with competition among minor cartels.

On the day of victory in the competition with the Favela Cartel, Don Juan adopted Zeke as his son and designated him as his official successor.

However, that evening, Zeke killed all the executives of the Mekein Cartel, including Don Juan.

“Vice Manager. We’ve arrived.”

Zeke, who had been reminiscing about the past with his eyes closed in the carriage, opened his eyes at the announcement of arrival.

It seemed they had moved from Golfa Port to a safe house prepared in the outskirts of Mekein.

“They’ve done quite well.”

Cliff must have paid attention as there was a camp prepared with quite a spacious warehouse attached.

As Zeke entered the camp, he saw a familiar face.

“Kei.”

Kei from the Syndicate was already in the camp.

Kei wore a slightly tense expression.

“Are you nervous?”

“Aren’t you affected at all?”

“I’m fine so far.”

Kei shook her head with an expression that seemed to say ‘hopeless.’

She told Zeke.

” All other preparations are done. We’ll be going to Don Juan’s mansion shortly.”

Zeke nodded.

Today was a gathering where not only the bosses of the Mekein Cartel but also executives of their partner, the Syndicate, would all gather to celebrate Don Juan’s birthday.

Kei was also planning to attend the party as a working-level official.

She had to explain future distribution plans directly in front of Don Juan.

Zeke was to attend the party as her assistant.

Kei clutched her head.

“Phew… Did you know? The Mekein Cartel uses crocodiles to deal with traitors. They say they paralyze the bodies and throw them alive into a swamp with crocodiles.”

“Actually, it’s not an Crocodile but a Shark Dragon. Although it looks similar to an Crocodile, it’s over 6 meters long and its bite force is beyond imagination. It’s one of Don Juan’s odd hobbies. He always wants to brag about having a Shark Dragon farm.”

Kei’s face turned even paler.

“If they find out we’re the ones who Burned Soma, I’ll become food for that monster too.”

When Kei mumbled this, Zeke shook his head.

“No, Kei, you’ll be dealt with differently. Because you’re a mage. In the South, there’s a superstition that possessing body parts of mages can help avoid curses.”

At these words, Kei’s face turned even more blue.

Zeke stood up from his seat and patted Kei’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s get ready and head out now.”

Kei let out a big sigh and stood up.

Since what happened couldn’t be undone anyway.

After changing clothes, Kei and Zeke took a carriage together and headed to Don Juan’s mansion located in the Mekein region.

For Zeke, heading to Don Juan’s mansion, which nearly claimed an entire town as private property, brought back memories.

From the entrance of Don Juan’s private property, which wrapped around the entire mountain, cartel members stood guard with strict security.

Not just the carriage carrying Zeke and Kei, but cartel bosses from all regions associated with the Mekein Cartel, royal family members from the Southern Kingdom, government ministers, foreign politicians, and local dignitaries were all gathering here.

Entering Don Juan’s mansion, Kei’s jaw dropped at its enormous scale.

“Good heavens, this isn’t a mansion but a complete castle. Even in the Central Kingdom, castles of this size are rare.”

The wealth that the Mekein Cartel earned through Soma was beyond imagination.

Probably across the entire continent, counting just personal assets, it wouldn’t be easy to find someone richer than Don Juan.

Zeke, having once lived in this mansion and been responsible for security, knew every corner too well.

‘Even after several decades, everything comes back clearly.’

Kei and Zeke slowly entered inside the mansion.

The banquet hall was the very embodiment of luxury.

True to the Southern continent, various beastkins could be seen everywhere.

It felt strange that beastkins rarely seen in the Central continent could be easily found in the Southern continent.

A sheep beastkin approached and politely offered drinks to Zeke and Kei.

Kei picked up a glass of wine to calm his nerves.

Zeke declined politely to the beastkin, then examined the faces of everyone gathered in the banquet hall one by one.

‘Most are familiar faces.’

The information about key figures that he had forcibly memorized during his hitman days unfolded again across time.

Knowing the future, Zeke knew exactly how each of these people would die.

Then Zeke spotted someone and nudged Kei’s arm.

“Do you know who that person is?”

Kei looked where Zeke pointed.

She nodded.

“Joaquin Fernandez. Also known as El Mencho. I know him as the second-in-command of the Mekein Cartel.”

“You know well. Remember him well.”

“Why El Mencho?”

Just then, the lighting in the banquet hall changed.

Magnificent music played and fantastic colored flames created by mages flew around the banquet hall.

Then the floor in the center of the banquet hall rose up and someone appeared. Standing on the platform was a large man with typical Southern-style mustache and curly hair.

‘Don Juan.’

When Don Juan raised his hand high, the band played lively Southern music.

Don Juan suddenly took up a voice amplifier and began singing a Southern-style song to the music.

“In the waters of death, saved a dying life, fought against fear and moved forward. Life to be prepared if broken, oh, the refusal there leaves traces of death instead. That noble virtue indeed!”

The guests at the banquet began dancing merrily to Don Juan’s song and Southern music.

Cheerful music, luxurious food, delicious drinks, spectacular performances.

Don Juan spared no expense on the banquet.

After several lively songs passed, only then did Don Juan stop the band’s music and pick up the voice amplifier again.

“My brothers! Thank you so much for attending this party today!”

As Don Juan finished his greeting as the party host and stepped down from the platform, the band started playing music again.

That’s when Kei spoke to Zeke.

“We got word from the executives. It’s finally time to meet Don Juan face to face.”

Zeke followed Kei to move to the back of the banquet hall.

Entering the conference room, Don Juan and the major bosses of Mekein as well as the executives of the Syndicate were sitting and talking with each other.

Zeke secretly surveyed various parts of the conference room.

Not only hitmen, but various forces were deployed throughout – notorious outlaws from the border region, knights from the Central Continent, and even fugitive rangers from the Northern Continent.

‘Money sure is good.’

If an assassin had mixed in and showed themselves, arrows would immediately fly from all directions and knights’ swords would strike, clearly resulting in their head being cut off instantly.

Just then, the Syndicate chairman who noticed Kei’s entrance brightened and gestured to her.

“Don Juan. This is Kei, our practical affairs officer I mentioned.”

Kei bowed her head and greeted Don Juan.

Don Juan had a cigar in his mouth and looked over Kei’s plunging dress.

“Nice to meet you. I heard you were a mage but didn’t know you were a woman.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Don Juan.”

Don Juan kissed Kei’s hand and said.

“A beautiful magician is more precious than jewels.”

Don Juan looked around the conference room as if ready to start the main meeting now that Kei had arrived, and opened his mouth.

“Good. I look forward to hearing what wise words you’ll share with me. Let’s begin.”

Kei opened her mouth with a tense expression.

“Don Juan. Do you remember the warehouse fire incident from a few months ago?”

At Kei’s words, not only Don Juan but all the cartel bosses’ expressions hardened.

It was that painful of an incident for the Mekein Cartel.

Don Juan stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray and said.

“How could I forget. But why bring up that story?”

Kei swallowed hard and said.

“I know who was behind that incident.”

At Kei’s sudden statement, not only the cartel bosses but even the Syndicate executives were taken aback.

This wasn’t the content she was supposed to talk about originally.

‘Kei, what are you doing right now?’

The chairman gave Kei a look.

But she didn’t stop.

“Don Juan. That incident is related to the Favela Cartel. And… there’s a boss who was in communication with them right here.”

At that, one of the bosses who had been listening to Kei suddenly stood up.

“What nonsense is this crazy woman spouting?! Take her away right now!”

Just as organization members rushed toward Kei to drag her away.

Don Juan raised his hand to stop the organization members.

“Can you take responsibility for those words just now?”

Kei slowly nodded.

Then Don Juan leaned back in his chair and said.

“Tell me. Who is the traitor to the Mekein Cartel?”

Everyone’s attention focused on Kei.

That’s when it happened.

“Kuheck!”

Someone let out a groan.

The sicarios, hitmen, and guard forces around immediately turned toward the sound.

Surprisingly, Zeke had a dagger to El Mencho’s neck, the second-in-command of the cartel.

He looked at Don Juan and spoke in fluent southern language.

“Pleased to meet you, Don Juan. My name is Zeke Murray.”