The Emerald Tower

During the day, I spent the inspection of his own equipment and Huck’s several times during the day. Obviously, the owner of the inn was still not very relieved. This young man appeared in his room more than once today and interrupted. Dean arranged and inspected his own equipment, and also proposed that Dean'hiring several guards'.

　　 Although Huck promised that he could find enough reliable guards to ensure his safety, Dean, who had his own plan, had to refuse the innkeeper's kindness.

　　 In response, Huck could only helplessly shook his head.

　　 And, obviously, he also classified Dean into the kind of merchants who demanded money without life. In the end, he was too lazy to pay attention to Dean.

　　 And Dean can only smile helplessly in my heart again.

However, soon, Dean’s kind, wry smile was interrupted by a group of'uninvited guests'-during lunch, Dean temporarily left his room and appeared in the hotel lobby, but, Seeing more people in the lobby than yesterday, Dean frowned.

　　 That kind of unkind, looking up and down look made Dean understand that the other people were coming at him.

　　 For these ‘uninvited guests’, Dean who did everything yesterday is naturally well aware, but the number of opponents is somewhat unexpected.

　　 Moreover, as time goes by, the number of people gathered is increasing.

　　 When it was time for dinner, I couldn't even sit in the wide lobby of the "Snow Bear House".

　　 So that, Dean had to carry his own plate and returned to his room to eat. During this period, those greedy eyes kept staring at Dean until Dean disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

　　 Click!

　　 Dean closed the door of his room, and still locked the door-although the number of people exceeded his expectations, Dean did not intend to give up his original plan.

　　Even, such a large number of people is a very good situation for Dean.

　　 not only can create more chaotic scenes, but also his choice of "stand-in" is greatly increased.

　　 As for the death of the "substitute"?

　　Since we can reach the'Snow Bear House' in such a short period of time, it is obvious that these people are professional bandits—and only professional bandits can have such a channel of information far beyond ordinary people.

　　 Therefore, there is no need for the so-called conscience.

　　……

It was night, after Dean had eaten the last bite of food, it had come completely. Except for the lights of the'Snow Bear House', the lights in the entire town of Tyre could only be patrolled by guards and The manor of the baron in the eastern district of Tyre provided it.

　　 And Dean is carefully searching for his ‘goal’!

Different from the ease and ease of last night, after a whole day of rest, the Tyre town guards are full of energy today. Look at those who smell Kimpton, but dare not stop in the streets of Tyre town at night. The bandits know.

　　 Of course, not all bandits dared to stay like this.

　　 At least, Dean has seen no less than five people knocked to the ground by Tyre's patrol guards and escorted into the dungeon of the outpost.

　　 Naturally, these people are not Dean’s ‘target’!

　　 What he needs are those who run solo, can hide well, and look like his body.

　　As for the face?

　　 Dean doesn't expect this.

　　 However, he had already figured out a way to make up for it-in order to torture more Kimpton, the cruel robber, tortured the young man, even the other party's face was scratched.

This is not too much. In fact, compared to the simple death penalty such as hanging, many criminal laws are controlled by some bandits to establish their reputation, and the object is naturally their opponents. , Or the target that was about to start; and an uncle of Baron Tyre was treated so cruelly, that's why he didn't have the slightest affection for any bandits, and he kept searching and suppressing.

　　 To put it simply, there is no shortage of cruel guys near Tyre.

　　 And this naturally brings convenience to Dean.

　　 In fact, after leaving the ‘Snow Bear’s House’ for a while, Dean has already had his own ‘harvest’-this is a bandit hiding in the eaves and corners of residential houses.

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

　　 And that body shape similar to Dean, without any obvious markings such as tattoos, birthmarks, etc., is undoubtedly in line with Dean's choice.

　　 However, Dean didn't kill the opponent immediately.

　　 If the smell of blood appears, it will undoubtedly make his departure more difficult.

　　 Therefore, when he arrived at the place last night, Dean ended the other person’s life——

　　【XP+1】

The experience provided confirmed the accuracy of Dean’s throat with a sword; of course, before the second time, Dean had already started his own arrangement. First, everything that could prove the identity of the opponent could not be left, and then some "torture" Mark of.

　　 As for why not arrange after the opponent dies?

　　 The traces of ‘torture’ before and after death may be indistinguishable for ordinary people, but for some veterans, it is too simple.

　　 They will easily judge the wound on the other party's body based on the contraction of the skin and muscles.

　　 And Dean would naturally not leave such a handle to the opponent-although he was very suspicious that Tyre had such a veteran.

　　 And after everything is done, all that remains is to wait!

As was the case last night, the spy chief did not make Dean wait too long, so he appeared with another figure-although covered by a cloak, his occasional face made Dean confirm that this is what he was waiting for The goal.

　　 "My lord, I hope you can have a pleasant conversation with Your Excellency Molde!"

After the spy chief finished speaking, he leaned slightly and retreated not far away-obviously, except in order to maintain respect for Dean, the spy chief definitely does not want to participate in the period, even if he has already reported to another big man The news of Dean's presence here.

　　 If he wants to please both sides of such a skill, of course he can't make a desperate bet and only look at one side. What he needs is both sides.

　　 "Molde?"

　　 Dean confirmed the head of the spy's departure. After making sure that the other party could not see and hear the conversation here, he asked the tax officer in front of him.

　　 "Yes, my lord! Molde is very honored to be able to serve you and for the high game!"

After receiving a few words about the "big man" in front of him from the spy chief, Molde expressed his respect and humility, just like he was to Baron Tyre-because he knew that the person in front of him could help His own person; and for such a person, Molde has never been stingy with his respect and modesty, just as he knew from a young age that a good boy would get an extra candy. He was very clear that respect and humility would make He gained more favor in front of these big people.

　　 And Dean didn't refute this respect and humility, he just watched with cold eyes, as if watching a street performer perform.

　　 Of course, Molde’s performances are much more professional than those of street performers.

　　 At least, if he didn't know the other party's details, Dean would not be able to tell whether the other party's performance at the moment was real or acting-the sincere feeling was too strong.

　　 "It's worth learning, isn't it?"

Dean, who asked himself in his heart, said in a hoarse and indistinguishable voice: "I'm glad you have such awareness... Your trouble Cedar One has been dealt with, and this is not a one-time transaction; therefore, I Hope to give us more in return!"

　　 "Of course, I will..."

　　 Molde knows the rules of dealing with these people walking in the dark, and immediately after Dean's voice fell, he said quickly.

　　 However, before the tax official finished speaking, Dean shook his whole body, and then, as if he could no longer support him, fell to the side.

　　 "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Molde almost instinctively took a step forward and held Dean in his arms. With such close contact, the tax official immediately discovered the wound on the side of the abdomen of the'big man' in front of him-although After the bandage, the blood on the bandage was obvious.

　　 "Quiet! I don't want to let others know!"

　　 Dean hurriedly shouted.

　　 "Okay, my lord!"

The tax officer nodded immediately, and at the same time, a smile of joy appeared in his eyes—how to bring a stranger closer, it is undoubtedly that both parties have a common secret; of course, this secret cannot be too much, otherwise, it will be a disaster It is; and it is clear that what is in front of you is not so serious.

　　 As for the injury of the big man in front of you?

　　 Before using the thieves' channels, Molde got some news that others didn't know. In fact, how to contact Gaosai's spies was also learned from the thieves.

And it is precisely because of these unknowing news that Molde is confident that he will get more attention-you see, a big man who came from a long distance to take up his post suddenly found that the place where he took his post was already occupied by the magpie's nest. Moreover, the other party also sent a very powerful killer to deal with him~www.readwn.com~ In the absence of assistance, one person helped the other party, then this big man will definitely be very grateful.

　　 To put it simply, as long as he helps the big man in front of him, Feihuang Tengda is just around the corner.

　　 As for helping another big man?

　　 Molde knew when he was ten years old that giving charcoal in the snow is always more grateful than the icing on the cake.

　　 Of course, Molde didn't worry that the battle between the big men would affect him-after all, a few days later, he would be the "Knight" Molde.

　　A knight, in this remote territory, anyone can win over.

　　 噗嗤!

The sound of metal splitting muscles and the sharp pain afterwards interrupted Molde's fantasy. He looked at the sunken dagger between his waist and abdomen in an incredible manner, and tremblingly raised his head and looked like a cheetah for a moment. Dean, who jumped far away, asked intermittently: "This, this..."

　　 However, even if the tax official swallowed his last breath, there was no reply.

Dean stood silently not far away from the opponent, watching the tax officer who was leading the tyranny in the near future died in front of him like this, until the opponent's body showed a light ball of experience. , He just got back to God——

　　【XP+20】

　　 More experience than Dean had imagined appeared on the character panel.

　　PS is decadent and asks for support~~~ Rolling all over the floor asks for support~~~