Assassination System Chapter 217 Lurking in the Shadows

Later on at the morning, the Dreamy House proceeded on their operations as usual.
As expected, most customers were couples with the remaining percentile coming from the disciples that worked on the medicinal fields of the Academy. Every morning or after a day of hard work, they indulged on a bowl of Garlic Soup to resist the cold temperatures of winter.
Zieve looked haggard and bedraggled, enough that Juliet constantly nagged him to rest along with the hired disciples that expressed concern for their head chef. Nevertheless, Zieve continued on his work and his movements never lagged nor he committed any mistakes.
Jacob and Sandra did their jobs behind the scenes, as members of the Pharmaceutical Company. They couldn't blatantly support Juliet or else those that held grudges against them may file complaints. The former secured quality ingredients while Sandra ensured efficient and fast paperworks completion.
With the support of the reliable duo, Juliet could focus on managing the Dreamy House.
"Here's your Garlic Soup! The cup is also yours but you will get a discount if you use our cups when you come back, so don't throw it. Okay?" Juliet beamed with a smile and served her customers that cup engraved with their trademark at the side.
The couple happily received their bowl of Garlic Soup and business remained as bountiful as usual.
Amidst her serving. Juliet's figure suddenly paled and shivered. Fiercely turning around with her cultivation base silently rotating in preparation, Juliet's expression looked solemn.
"Was it my imagination?" Juliet thought. She felt an incomparably cold aura boring down her body. It was intimidating enough that she forgot her service.
Snapping back to reality. Juliet faced her customers and placed this strange phenomenon at the back of her head.
On the roof of an unremarkable residence. A shadowy figure could be seen standing with a feminine figure. The feminine figure looked nervous and in contrast, the shadowy figure looked steadfast and calm.
"Their business usually ends at sunset and their residence has numerous spell formations for defenses. I think, Juliet herself has an Artifact that could protect her from attacks..." The feminine figure voiced out and the shadow figure clicked his tongue.
He expected that the young woman had vital information that he didn't know since she stood beside Juliet for an extended period of time. It turned out that all she knew were the basics and weren't exactly helpful.
Coldly staring at her, he said: "I'm not retarded, your information is something that even the most novice of Assassins would know. Go back to your comrades, you're hindering my work..."
The feminine figure shivered and deeply bowed her head. She didn't dare to retort before scrambling towards her residence for safety.
The shadowy figure clenched his daggers as he stared at the fleeing woman. He had the habit of killing all informants since they could potentially serve as an eyewitness. Unfortunately, he was under Rodger's rule so he had to follow the latter's instructions.
Snorting coldly. His expression remained as indifferent as ever as he casually stared at the Dreamy House, marking his targets and engraving their faces in his mind.
"Tonight, since I have my personal Artifacts with me, none of the targets can possibly escape..." He mumbled and his figure merged with the shadows. Disappearing from sight.
Back at the Dreamy House, Juliet wiped the sweat on her forehead and smiled at the exhausted Zieve.
"Today's also a good day... If we keep this up, we can finally have the necessary capital to sell our franchising licenses..."
Zieve stared at Juliet's ethereal and mature, yet adorable countenance and felt that his exhaustion seemed to disappear with the appearance of the latter's blooming smile. Smiling, he said.
"Yeah, we should be able to acquire the necessary funds by tomorrow if we keep this up..." Zieve passed Juliet a gourd of water and the latter drunk it with gusto, evoking laughter from him.
"Seeing you drink like that, you must be so exhausted. After all, there's only the three of you managing the customers...." Zieve lightly chuckled, in the course of their business, Zieve recruited three part-time workers for Juliet's sake yet despite all of these, the large volume of customers proved difficult to manage.
But this was also the reason why Juliet was so incredible. Her innate charisma and leadership skills rallied the indignant and hungry customers as she gave them complimentary treats and warm smiles.
If their position was reversed, the socially-awkward Zieve would've collapsed under pressure.
"I could say the same to you. When I delivered you that dinner yesterday, I saw you scribbling on your notebook like a madman with two boiling cauldrons of Garlic Soups in front of you. Just what were you doing last night?" Juliet asked in curiosity and Zieve awkwardly scratched his head.
"i was just testing some findings. Apparently, a certain ingredient compliments the warming properties of the Garlic and the Garlic also amplifies that certain ingredient's effects which made our meal so popular among the couples..." Zieve whispered but his expression quickly change when he realized what he said.
However, when he turned to look at Juliet. All he saw was the shining light of curiosity within her eyes as she said with an excited tone, "Really? You found the reason why and how we became so popular even when we're mainly using Mortal Ingredients?"
Zieve wanted to use subterfuge but when he saw Juliet's excited expression. He bitterly smiled and said.
"Yeah. A certain ingredient had some intense aphrodisiac properties when orally consumed and it also improves blood circulation. In other words, it's a staple for young couples..." Zieve slowly said while looking away.
Juliet's figure froze, her mother taught her all sorts of things so it wasn't strange that she understood what Zieve meant. Nevertheless, Juliet was still an inexperienced maiden and encountering this sort of thing proved difficult for her.
Furiously blushing, Juliet turned around and retreated with erratic footsteps. Her thoughts, unknown.