Chapter Three: Horn Town

  Hornby is situated in Yorkshire and is within easy reach of Harrogate. It takes about three hours to ride there on horseback.

  However, Dean didn't have a horse; after all, horses were still a luxury for him at this point - so, having disposed of 'Bat' Sally and the bodies of her gang, changed out of his conspicuous military uniform, made some slight alterations to his appearance, and left Dean, who had spent an entire day's journey getting there, entered the town of Hornblower in Yorkshire.

  Here is a town on his way to the Knights of Favon, actually it's not particularly necessary according to the map, and even a bit of a detour.

  However, according to Dean's memory, something will happen in the next few days - and this matter is closely related to him. Whether it is for his future development or to weaken the power of the deputy commander of the Central Knights' Regiment, he must participate in it!

  So Dean Ning chose here as his first stop, even if it meant going out of his way.

  Of course, in Horn Town, he still needs to supplement some necessary equipment.

  Although the town of Horn is not large, it has become a stopping point for northerners, especially northern merchants, before entering Jade City due to its proximity. As a result, even in this small town, there is considerable prosperity; not only are there taverns, restaurants, and general stores, but also a tailor shop.

  "I need a cloak with a hood, preferably waterproof!"

  A silver keso was produced, and with Dean's thumb flicking it, the silver keso fell into the hands of the tailor shop owner with a shining light, making his smile even brighter. In addition to removing the cloak, he also gave a pair of leather gloves - not some valuable leather gloves, but very ordinary animal skin; therefore, even adding this pair of gloves, the other party was still profitable; at least earning about twenty copper coins.

  This is obviously a very good business for the tailor shop owner.

  So when Dean left, the owner of this tailor shop was very enthusiastic to see him off until he entered a restaurant next to the tailor shop. This is a restaurant that perfectly matches the geographical location of Horn Town, located in the middle of the town, making it very convenient for merchants coming and going from the south and north.

  Inside the restaurant, there were private rooms for ordinary townspeople and merchants on the first floor, while the second floor had luxurious private rooms prepared for truly noble people.

  Dean's ordinary attire undoubtedly led him into the midst of the scattered crowd.

  "What can I get for you, sir?"

  The waiter was a young man, very spirited, with a smile on his face.

  "I want a roast beef, from the hind leg, and a mug of ale! And hurry it up, I'm so hungry from unloading those goods that my stomach is stuck to my back!"

  Dean, speaking at an incredible pace, handed over five coppers - and the food he had just ordered was worth no more than four; clearly the extra coin was a tip.

  "No problem at all, sir!"

  The servant's smile grew even brighter, and afterwards, without leaving any trace, he secretly put one of the five copper coins into his own pocket, then quickly walked into the kitchen.

  As the waiter brought out the food, Dean's gaze casually swept around the room, just like those guests waiting for their food to pass the time; however, compared to these guests' true casualness, Dean's gaze had its own purpose.

  It was just a disguise that was good enough to be undetectable - in his original career as an assassin, Dean had done this kind of thing countless times, and for the sake of completing his missions, it had almost become second nature to him.

  Most of the people at the banquet were businessmen, with a few locals, and Dean quickly distinguished them from their attire and conversation with others at the table; undoubtedly, there was no one he was waiting for among these people - so naturally, Dean's gaze began to look up at the floor above.

  Soon, a private room caught his attention.

  Compared with the other three packages, this one on the far right doesn't have anything special about it, except that there is an extra person at its entrance.

  The armor and short sword attire indicate that the other party is a guardian, especially with that vigilant gaze, which confirms it without a doubt.

  Dean's gaze averted before the other party swept over, but the corner of his eye continued to size up the place.

  The din inside the restaurant made it impossible for Dean to hear what was happening in that private room, but judging from the tense expression of the guard, it was clear that something inside had reached a critical point - although the guard was doing his best, he was clearly not up to the task.

  If it's a real good hand, no matter when, there will be no expression on the face, even if the short sword is stabbed into the enemy's chest and the heart is crushed, it is still expressionless, as if it were the coldest assassin - in Dean's view, first-class guards and first-class assassins are all working together; only, the latter is more hidden.

  Of course, in such a situation, it's natural for Dean to have this opinion.

  If something good really happens, with his current 'whitewashing' state, it will undoubtedly make everything more difficult.

  "Ah!"

  Just as Dean was observing carefully, a shrill scream suddenly came from the package room. Even the noise in the restaurant couldn't cover up such a sharp scream - it was a female, and a relatively young one.

  Dean subconsciously judged the owner of the scream, and the eyes of other customers in the restaurant also turned to the private room where the scream came from; however, after seeing the guard holding a short sword with a fierce expression, most of the rational customers lowered their heads and continued eating their food.

  The waiter who got Dean's tip quickly ran towards the street and loudly shouted: "Guards, guards!"

  At the same time, the boss of the restaurant ran upstairs, of course, he was not alone, and a fat man followed behind him - with greasy skin and holding a deboning knife, indicating his identity, which was a cook.

  "Halt!"

  The diligent guard grasped his short sword and shouted fiercely.

  "Respected guest, don't misunderstand..."

  The owner of the restaurant was a thin, small man with a merchant's smile, and at this time he was trying hard to make his smile appear more sincere in order to gain the other person's favor.

  "The lady inside is my wife, she's just helping me with the business here, it's not what you think... and besides, my servant has already gone to report to the guards because of the panic. You see, our Captain Mark is a very serious guard; so I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding!"

  With a smile, the restaurant owner continued to explain, but the meaning was clear enough, and the raised volume was obviously not directed at this guard.

  "Yes, there's been some misunderstanding!"

  A voice came from the private room, then the door of the private room opened and a woman with a flustered face covered her chest and ran out. Under the indication of the restaurant owner, she quickly ran downstairs. Behind her, a stout but well-dressed man walked out slowly.

  "Noble sir, I did not mean to offend you..."

  The boss of the restaurant bowed his head and bent his waist as soon as he saw this fat middle-aged man, and the cook behind him did the same; what about that deboning knife?

  It had long been hidden behind him.

  If he dares to unsheathe his sword in front of such a big shot, then he will be killed on the spot.

  Bang!

  The restaurant owner, who had just straightened up from bowing, was slapped with a loud slap and stumbled. Before he could react, another heavy kick landed on his abdomen; instantly, the thin restaurant owner rolled down the stairs like a ball.

  "Now, the misunderstanding has been clarified!"

  A stout middle-aged man pulled out a white handkerchief to wipe the right hand he had just hit the restaurant owner with, looking at the other's bloody and battered face as he fell to the ground. He nodded in satisfaction, then turned around to look down at the silent crowd below, where everyone who met his gaze lowered their heads and averted their eyes.

  This made him even more satisfied.

  And equally satisfied was Dean - although pretending to be flustered and looking down, but just for a moment when he saw the other person, Dean completely confirmed the other person's identity: Rouman Pola.

  The uncle of the deputy commander of the Central Knights' Regiment and the person in charge of the underground business of the Pola family.

  His main goal this time, or rather... the interest the other party needs to pay!

  At this time, chaotic footsteps came from the street, along with the loud sound of sword scabbards colliding.

  The sound made the noble old man frown and give up the idea of bringing that woman back, after all, she was just a restaurant owner, although she had some charm, but it wasn't worth his trouble, especially outside of Feicui City, if something really went wrong, you know that Duke York wasn't someone to be trifled with.

  Moreover, he came with an important mission, thinking of his brother, who was also the head of the Bora family. This noble old man changed his mind; he beckoned to the guard and whispered two sentences in his ear. The noble old man continued to walk into the private room, while the guard went downstairs and walked out of the restaurant.

  A moment later, return again.

  And during this time, the footsteps that had just sounded and the clashing of sword scabbards also disappeared.

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