Chapter Thirty-Three: Sent Right to the Door

  The day was spent in Dean's inspection of his own equipment and Hack's repeated reminders - apparently, the innkeeper was still not very trusting of this young man, today more than once appeared in his room, interrupting Dean's sorting and checking of his equipment, and also made a suggestion to let Dean 'hire several guards'.

  Although Hack guaranteed that he could find reliable guards to ensure his safety, Dein, who had plans of his own, had to decline the innkeeper's kindness.

  Hake could only shake his head helplessly in response.

  And, quite obviously, Dean was also categorized as that kind of 'money is life' businessman, and in the end, he didn't even bother to reason with Dean.

  Deane could only sigh helplessly in his heart once again.

  However, Dean's kindly bitter smile was soon interrupted by a group of 'uninvited guests' - at lunchtime, Dean temporarily left his room and appeared in the hotel lobby, but looking at the much larger crowd than yesterday, Dean frowned.

  That sinister and sizing-up gaze made Dean understand that these people were coming for him.

  For these "uninvited guests", what happened yesterday was a given, but the number of them was somewhat unexpected.

  Moreover, as time went by, more and more people gathered.

  By dinner time, even the spacious hall of 'Snow Bear's Home' was packed.

  To the point where Dean had to take his own plate and return to his room for dinner, while during this time, those greedy eyes were staring at Dean until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

  Crack!

  Dean closed and relocked his door, despite the number being more than he had anticipated, Dean did not intend to abandon his original plan.

  Even so many people, for Dean, is also a very good situation.

  Not only can he create a more chaotic scene, but his choice of 'substitutes' has also increased greatly.

  As for the death of "substitute"?

  Since they were able to arrive at the 'Snow Bear's Home' in such a short period of time, it was clear that these people were professional thieves - only professional thieves would have such far superior channels of information.

  Therefore, there is no need for so-called moral condemnation at all.

  ……

  Night had fallen completely after Dein finished his last mouthful of food, and the only lights that could be seen in the whole town of Tirl, apart from the bright lights of the 'Snow Bear's House', were those provided by the patrolling guards and the manor of the baron located in the eastern district of Tirl.

  And Dean was carefully searching for his 'goal'!

  Unlike last night's ease, the Thirlstone town guards who had a whole day of rest were in high spirits today. Just look at those thieves who came after smelling the scent of Kimpton but didn't dare to linger on the streets of Thirlstone at night.

  Of course, it's not that all bandits don't dare to make such a suggestion.

  At least five people had been knocked down by the patrol guards of Tuir and taken into the dungeon of the outpost.

  Naturally, these people aren't Dean's 'targets'!

  He needs those who can run errands for him, hide well and resemble his figure.

  What about his appearance?

  Dean wouldn't ask for this much.

  However, he had already thought of a way to make up for it - in order to extract more information from Kimpton, the ruthless bandit tortured the young man, even scratching his face.

  This is not an excessive thing, in fact, compared to hanging such a simple death penalty, many laws have been mastered by some thieves to establish their own prestige, and the object is naturally their opponents or targets about to be attacked; And one of Lord Tyr's uncles was treated so cruelly, so he would have no good feelings towards any thief, and kept searching for them.

  To put it simply, there is no shortage of such ruthless guys around Tielu.

  And this naturally brought convenience to Dean.

  In fact, just a moment after leaving the "Snow Bear's Home", Dean had already made his own "harvest" - this was a thief hiding in the eaves and corners of residential buildings.

  The other party's hidden actions, the dagger and short knife on their body are enough to prove their identity.

  And that physique similar to Dean's, with no tattoos or birthmarks on his body, undoubtedly meets Dean's selection criteria.

  However, Dean did not immediately kill him.

  If bloodshed occurs, it will undoubtedly make his departure more difficult.

  So it was at last night's location that Dean ended his opponent's life.

  【XP+1】

  The experience provided confirmed the accuracy of Dean's one-sword throat seal; of course, before that, Dean had already started his own arrangement, first proving everything that could prove the opponent's identity could not be left behind, and then some 'torture' marks.

  As for why not arrange after the other party's death?

  The traces of "torture" before and after death are perhaps indistinguishable to ordinary people, but for some old hands, it's too easy.

  They can easily judge what's going on with the scars on each other's bodies based on the contraction of their skin and muscles.

  And Dean wouldn't naturally leave such a handle for the other party - although he was very suspicious whether there were such old hands in Tiel Town.

  And after doing everything, all that's left is waiting!

  Like last night, the spy leader didn't keep Dean waiting for too long and appeared with another figure - although the hood was covering his face, occasionally revealing his features made Dean confirm that this was the target he had been waiting for.

  "Sir, I hope you can have a pleasant conversation with Mold!"

  The spy chief finished speaking, then slightly bowed his head and retreated to a not-too-distant place - it was very clear that apart from maintaining respect for Dean, this spy chief absolutely did not want to get involved in the matter, even though he had already informed another big shot of Dean's appearance here.

  To achieve such a skillful trick of pleasing both sides, one cannot just focus on one side, but rather needs to take care of both.

  Mold?

  Dean confirmed the departure of the spy chief, and after making sure that the other party could not see or hear the conversation here, he asked the tax officer in front of him.

  "Yes, sir! Mold is deeply honored to serve you and High Ser!"

  After getting some information about the big shot in front of him from the spy chief, Mold expressed his respect and humility, just like he did to Baron Teal - because he knew that the person in front of him was someone who could help him; and for such people, Mold would never be stingy with his respect and humility, just as he had known since childhood that good boys get more candy.

  And Dean didn't refute this respectful and humble attitude, he just looked at it coldly, as if watching a street performer.

  Of course, Mold's performance is much more professional than those street performers.

  At least, if he wasn't deeply familiar with the other person's nature, Dean couldn't tell whether the other person's current behavior was genuine or an act - that feeling of sincerity was just too strong.

  "Worth learning, isn't it?"

  Dean, who was muttering to himself, said in a hoarse and indistinguishable voice: "I'm glad you have such an epiphany... Your trouble Snow松 One has been dealt with, and this is not a one-time transaction; so, I hope to give us more returns!"

  "Of course, from now on every week I will..."

  Mold knew the protocol for dealing with these shadowy figures, and immediately after Dein's words fell, he hastily said.

  But before the tax official could finish speaking, Dean swayed slightly and then fell to one side as if he could no longer support himself.

  "What's wrong, sir?"

  Mold almost instinctively took a step forward, holding Dean in his arms. At such close range, the tax official immediately discovered the wound on the "big man" on one side of his abdomen - although it was bandaged, but the fresh blood on the gauze was obvious.

  "Shh! I don't want others to know!"

  Dean exclaimed in a low, urgent tone.

  "Alright, sir!"

  The tax officer nodded repeatedly, and a hint of joy appeared at the bottom of his eyes - how to get close to a stranger's distance, no doubt both parties have a common secret; of course, this secret cannot be too excessive, otherwise it is a fatal disaster; and it is clear that the current situation is not so serious.

  What about the injuries of the big shot in front?

  Previously, through the channels of thieves, Mold could get some information that others didn't know - in fact, how to contact High Sai's spies was also learned from the channels of thieves.

  It was precisely because of these unknown messages that Mold allowed himself to gain more weight - you see, a distant person who came to take office suddenly found that the place where he took office had been "occupied by magpies" and the other party even sent out a strong killer to deal with him.

  In a situation where one is isolated and helpless, if someone helps them out, this big shot will necessarily have considerable gratitude.

  Simply put, as long as he helps the big shot in front of him, his rise to fame will be just around the corner.

  As for helping another big shot?

  Mold knew at the age of ten that sending charcoal in snowy weather is always more appreciated than adding flowers to brocade.

  Of course, Mold wouldn't worry about the fight between big shots affecting himself - after all, in a few days, he would be 'Knight' Mold.

  A knight, in this distant land, would be welcomed by anyone.

  Hmph!

  The sound of metal tearing through muscle, and the subsequent agony, broke Mold's reverie. He stared incredulously at the dagger buried to the hilt in his abdomen, and shakily raised his head to look at Dean, who had leapt back like a startled leopard, and stammered: "Th-this..."

  But even when this tax officer took his last breath, he still didn't get a reply.

  Dean stood silently not far from the opponent, watching as the tax official who had been bossing him around just now died right in front of him. It wasn't until an orb of experience floated up from the opponent's body that he snapped back to his senses.

  【XP+20】

  More experience than Bidi imagined appeared on the character panel.

  Posture is collapsing, seeking support~~~ Rolling on the ground, seeking support~~~