Chapter 27: Devil's Blood Dagger

  "This is your room!"

  Hark took Dean to a corner of the second floor, while those Southern merchants entered a large room after entering the first-floor hall, where there were enough large beds for thirty people waiting for them to choose.

  "I need hot bath water and food, of course, if there's wine that would be even better!"

  Dean pretended to be satisfied with the room while making demands he thought he should make.

  "Hot bath water is only available at night, food is served at any time, two copper coins for a serving, add wine and it's three copper coins!"

  "No problem! I'll just add another glass of wine! The rest can be settled when I leave!"

  Dean said and took out two silver corners and put them in Hack's hand.

  "Of course, food is coming right away!"

  Hake smiled and replied - apparently, for those who don't nitpick, anyone is welcome.

  Just five minutes later, Hack came back with a plate of food, which included large chunks of potatoes, sausages and some pickled vegetables, making up the entire meal, enough for two adults to have a full meal; of course, the taste was also good.

  He placed the food tray in front of Dean, watching as Dean devoured his food with gusto. Part-time chef Hack laughed loudly and simultaneously placed two warm wine jugs in front of Dean, reminding him: "This is different from the wine in your southern three counties, the biggest effect of this wine is to drive out the cold, it's very strong!"

  "Hard liquor? I think I'll like it. When can the first batch of hunters come back?"

  Dein ate while asking vaguely - this was not pretending, but Dein, who had gone without sleep and experienced several battles in one night, was truly hungry; however, even if he was starving, Dein did not forget the identity he was currently dressed as, and asked Hack about the news that should be of concern.

  "It'll take at least two weeks, but I wouldn't get your hopes up too high, all the fresh hides are already spoken for; if you're looking for pelts, I'd suggest asking around town... they may be old stock, but it's better than leaving empty-handed!"

  Hake once again gave a kind reminder.

  "Thank you for your message, but... I still want to wait a bit!"

  Deane bowed his thanks, but a tradesman's cunning still lingered on his face.

  "It's all up to you!"

  Hake waved his hand indifferently and turned to walk out of the room - for these businessmen, as long as they didn't trigger his taboos, Hake wouldn't have much bad feelings towards them, nor would he have too many good feelings; thus, facing Dein who refused to listen to advice, Hake only showed regret as an innkeeper.

  After all, businessmen are profit-driven by nature.

  Ah!

  The door closed, and Dean continued to eat his food as he listened to Hack's fading footsteps. He didn't stop until more than half of the food that could have satisfied two adults was gone; then, he didn't touch the two still warm wine jugs, after all, drinking would be very inappropriate for what he was going to do in a while.

  Of course, before departure, he needs a brief message.

  To know, in order to deal with the captain of that Ficharlun Knights' Order, I rested for less than 10 hours in the past three days, and if only counting yesterday, I haven't had a proper rest until now.

  The principle of balancing work and rest is very clear to Dean.

  So, as long as time allows for it, he doesn't mind taking a rest of two or three hours.

  ……

  When Dean woke up again, the snow fog that had been shrouding Tiel Town had completely dispersed. The sun in the sky brought a rare warmth to the entire town of Tiel. Some local women in Tiel even hung some well-made leather hides on the doors of their homes - when their husbands and sons went out hunting, the women of Tiel became the pillars of their families, not only chopping firewood and cooking, but also taking care of young children and elderly people. Even when encountering special events, they would pick up their bows and arrows and become marksmen who could not be ignored.

  Hunters in Tieland are mostly genderless.

  After greeting the enthusiastic Hark, Dean walked out of Snow Bear House. For a merchant from the south, it would be strange not to visit the unfamiliar and peculiar town after eating well, drinking enough, and having enough rest.

  In fact, about half an hour ago, the southern merchants who slept on the big bed had already gone out together.

  What about Dean who also comes from the South?

  It's obvious that their different living locations led them to subconsciously neglect Dean.

  As for this, Dean was naturally overjoyed.

  As a merchant, Dean strolled through the familiar town of Tiel, occasionally pretending to ask about the prices of the pelts hanging on the doors of houses, and then, with the air of comparing goods, approached the residence of Modell - unlike ordinary residents, this tax official's residence was close to the center of Tiel Town and had an independent courtyard.

  Of course, there is still a considerable gap with Baron Teir who has the entire eastern district of Teir Town as his residence.

  Differences in status and position are always evident in terms of the rights they enjoy.

  However, it is precisely because of this that some ambitious people will strive to catch up - for such people, Dean can't say what kind of disgust, because in a sense, he is also similar at the moment; but for Model, the tax officer, there is an essential difference.

  Whether it was the other party's collusion with the Feren riders to rob and massacre merchant caravans, or their subsequent actions, Dean had already been destined to be in an opposing camp with them.

  "What place is that?"

  Dean pretended to be surprised and pointed at the elderly lady in front of him, pointing at a house belonging to Modell not far away.

  "That's the residence of Thier town's tax officer, Lord Model... In two days' time, Lord Model will be heading to Wobon city to receive his 'Knight Baptism', and become a true knight! With such noble character, it's only fitting that Lord Model becomes a Knight!"

  When it came to the tax official, the elderly lady in front of Dean suddenly became talkative.

  The news he received also confirmed Dean's memory - in fact, when facing Pots, the commander of the Ficharen Knights, the last battle to save time was more adventurous because they had to rush before Mordel's "Knight Baptism". After all, once the other party accepted the "Knight Baptism" and became a knight, it would be absolutely bad news for him now.

  Although the success of receiving a "Knight's Baptism" is probabilistic, Dean knew that Modell would definitely succeed because he had an extremely special item on him: the Devil's Blood Dagger!

  In fact, it's not just the smooth completion of 'Knight Baptism' and becoming a true knight that allowed him to shine in the first Blood Moon War. The demonic blood dagger also played a huge role - its ability to strengthen itself through the enemy's fresh blood is almost on par with some legendary items.

  So, Dean's visit to Tir Town this time, apart from getting rid of Potts' hidden collaborator in advance, another important purpose is for this demon blood dagger - although the female grand duke mentioned that this demon blood dagger has some restrictions, but for Dean who urgently needs to increase his strength at this moment, it is simply not worth considering.

  And Dein could be certain that the Demon's Dagger was now inside his opponent's house——

  The preciousness of the demon blood dagger is unquestionable, and anyone would carry it with them at all times.

  Moldova is no exception, but this is just in general!

  In two days, the other party will head to Wobang City and receive a "baptism" under the witness of the Marquis of Wobang and the local God's Preacher. Although the latter is only attending as an observer, the identity of the God's Preacher has already determined that even if they are just an observer, they have considerable speaking power.

  Especially when the person receiving the 'baptism' has a negative energy aura on their body.

  So, as long as Mold didn't lose his head, he would temporarily let the Devil's Blood Dagger leave him about a week ago and put it in a safe place to avoid being stained with the aura of evil energy.

  So this is Dean's chance!

  After bidding farewell to the elderly lady, Dean carefully circled around, making sure he hadn't drawn anyone's attention. He then turned and arrived at Modell's residence, vaulted over the low wall, landed in the courtyard, and swiftly appeared before the door. A thin iron wire materialized in his hand, which he inserted into the lock.

  Wow!

  Familiar memories and rusty door locks allowed Dean to pass through unimpeded in the next moment.

  Carefully pushing open the door, Dean cautiously slipped inside.

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