Chapter Fifty-One Visiting Down

  Dean stood on that narrow platform again, his eyes scanning one by one over the young people in front of him.

  Undoubtedly, as the winners of this competition, these young people are naturally strong and vigorous, with quite good combat experience.

  This is what he needs.

  He also needs discipline.

  It was a long-term training and imperceptible process, but looking at the young man's solemn expression in front of him, Dean felt a sense of satisfaction.

  At least this is a good start.

  "You know where we're heading in a bit; so, you have ten minutes to clean the blood off your faces and put on those leather armor, fasten your long swords... Now, I'm giving you ten minutes, remember just ten minutes, if anyone comes late, I think others won't mind replacing your position! Let's start!"

  Just as Dean's voice fell, the young man in front of him rushed crazily towards the well, starting to wash himself, and then rushed towards the great hall - where the leather armor sewn and polished by Xilun, and the long sword sharpened and oiled, were neatly arranged.

  Almost at the sixth minute, young people appeared in front of Dean again.

  Of course, after washing away the blood mist, there were still some bruises on his face, but they were much better than before.

  Dein nodded in satisfaction and shouted loudly: "Bring your 'achievements' with you, mount up, and head to Tiel Town!"

  ……

  The news that Baron Thiel was to entertain a nobleman from afar spread throughout the entire town of Thiel after noon, either by the personal attendants who had sent out the invitations or by some of the high-ranking officials in the Thiel domain who had received them.

  Even news of that noble from afar has surfaced a bit—

  Some say they come from the aristocracy of the Emerald City.

  Some say he is the son of the old marquis of Volbonne county.

  Some say it was Lord Tyrrell who found his own bastard son.

  ……

  All sorts of half-true, half-false rumors were circulating in Tirl Town, but compared to those complicated messages, people would rather believe that the Baron of Tirl was welcoming the son of the old Marquis of Wobang County.

  As for the noble of Jade's capital and the illegitimate son of Baron Teal?

  The former is obviously not something that Baron Thiel can aspire to.

  As for the latter? It is well known that after the death of Baroness, Baron Teir vowed not to remarry and devoted himself to raising his son and daughter.

  From this point of view, the people of Tiel Town still admire their lord very much. After all, in what they have seen and heard, which noble is not surrounded by beauties except for their lord?

  Even the benevolent Marquis of Wobang had three wives, one after another, and numerous ***, as well as unknown underground ***.

  Creak!

  A slightly sharp sound of the door opening, a baron's guard walked into the 'Snow Bear House', and the guard's attire and the long sword at his waist made the lively atmosphere in the hall suddenly quiet.

  And this guard, apparently wouldn't notice those merchants who all stayed in Tyltown, he went straight to the innkeeper.

  "Mr. Hack, this is an invitation from Baron for you!"

  The attendant handed the baron's invitation card with both hands to the tall, one-armed man in front of him with great respect.

  There were less than ten invitations, which was enough to show the preciousness of this invitation letter. The man in front of him could get one, which naturally showed his extraordinary place.

  Of course, more importantly, he used to be his instructor.

  Hake still maintains his own dignity.

  "Uh-huh, I'll be there on time!"

  Hake took over the invitation and nodded slightly.

  The guard nodded slightly and respectfully left the hotel.

  As the guards left, some locals immediately started shouting.

  "Hack, you're omnipotent!"

  "A toast for our Hack!"

  ……

  Of course, the people who started booing were just locals, but those foreign merchants who saw the invitation letter looked at Hack with a different gaze, especially those southern merchants who were still thinking about how to deal with Hack, and their faces changed color several times.

  It is obvious that someone who can get along with local lords is not someone they can afford to offend.

  Even if the other party looks like a hot-tempered innkeeper, it's still the same.

  However, some people with ulterior motives are different - their gaze at Hack is as if they are looking at the most delicious food.

  In fact, there are absolutely many people like this.

  They followed the baron's guards, watching where the invitations were delivered, and then quietly left until they confirmed all the guests, after which they gathered together again.

  In a basement of a house somewhere in the town of Tir, in an environment as black as ink, without any light, six people gathered here, discussing in low voices.

  "Have all mission objectives been confirmed?"

  A low voice asked.

  "It's all confirmed!"

  The several thieves who were in charge of tracking replied one by one, and added: "Except for that Hack, they are all very easy targets!"

  "Alright, let's take out all the guests Baron Teir invited! Let him know that the Thieves' Guild of Teir isn't to be trifled with!"

  The former nodded in satisfaction with his subordinates' work, and then a malicious voice sounded.

  "That little aristocrat is troublesome, he will come with a team of militiamen!"

  The voices from before suddenly mentioned it again.

  "It's just a few young hunters and an ignorant fool, no need to worry. What we really need to worry about is that Hack guy - if he wasn't unlucky, he'd already be a knight by now. We can't underestimate him! But first, let's go assassinate that little noble in town and cause chaos, then take out Hack and the others - they'll definitely die without being prepared!"

  That low and muffled voice was obviously very familiar with some people in Tiel Town, at least to the boss of 'Snow Bear's House'.

  So he prepared a plan to get rid of Hack, a plan that seemed perfect in his eyes.

  What about that little aristocrat?

  Just as he said, in his eyes, the other party was just a guy who didn't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth.

  ……

  Although it was only afternoon and still some time away from dusk, Dean had already set off with his two militia captains and a group of subordinates.

  Apart from showing respect for Lord Tyrrell, it was also because of some other things.

  "Squad leader, why are we putting these heads into sacks?"

  Xilun asked inexplicably.

  "Because we need to prepare a surprise!"

  Ding's eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled softly and replied.

  "But Baron-sama already knows..."

  Xilun was speaking fluently, but before he finished, the young man with 'knight qualifications' discovered something off - not a real clue or phenomenon, just a hint in Dean's words that made him instinctively feel that something bad was going to happen.

  And on the other side, Aike subconsciously looked around.

  It is clear that compared with his good friends, this thin and weak militia captain has a much better brain.

  "Does someone want to harm us?"

  Xiren looked at her good friend's appearance and immediately reacted as well.

  "Yeah, there were some guys snooping around us earlier - must have been some thieves!" Dean nodded and pointed in the direction where thief tracks had existed before.

  However, no matter how the two militia captains looked at it, they couldn't see anything.

  This is natural, although the two are hunters by origin, but compared to real trained thieves, they are still far behind - if Dean hadn't been an assassin and received considerable training, he wouldn't have noticed anything wrong.

  And then, after undergoing such training, as long as your grades are qualified, you will develop the habit of always checking those places that are easiest to hide and form an assassination position at the first time.

  So he easily found the problem.

  And quickly give the other party's identity and actions a more accurate definition - after all, the thief's modus operandi cannot be concealed, and recently only a few things have happened in Tiel Town, and only two of them can be linked to thieves.

  One is a dead thief and the other is a big cleanup of thieves in Tiel Town.

  And both of these things are forbidden by the local thieves' guild.

  "It's clear that our Baron's cleanup efforts over the past few days, although not yielding any breakthrough results, have thoroughly enraged those lurking in the shadows - they're aiming to deliver a fatal blow to the party host during this gathering!"

  Dein licked his lips slightly, somewhat admiring the ruthlessness and audacity of the leader of the Thieves' Guild.

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