There were guards patrolling the town. Dudian easily avoided the patrols of the guards and sneaked back to a simple looking hotel. There was a green frog pattern painted on the signboard of the hotel. It was quite childlike.
Back in the room, he saw Aisha sitting quietly at the table, like a virtuous wife waiting for her husband to return.
There was a trace of warmth in Dean's heart. He went back to Aisha and whispered to her that he was going out tonight. After that, he helped Aisha wash her teeth and face. He carried her to the bed and let her lie down to sleep. Although Aisha didn't need to sleep and he had never seen her close her eyes, he still hoped that she could rest like a normal person.
After taking care of Aisha, Dean lit the oil lamp and sat at the table. He looked at his right arm. His mood was a bit complicated. He didn't know whether he could get the magic mark of the supplicant or not, but he couldn't delay his right arm any longer. He saw that the gold in his right arm had dyed his shoulder. In a day or two, it was estimated that it would flow into his body. At that time, the threat of the golden sarcoma might come back.
"I'll cut off my arm and start over again. I don't know if I can get the magic mark of the supplicant here …" Dean's eyes flashed. To get the magic mark of the supplicant, he had to rob at least four more territories and let them buy it for him. However, five lords bought the magic mark of the supplicant in a row. Most likely, it would attract the attention of the Temple. There should be no lack of masters in the Temple.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed softly.
In the end, he was still somewhat reluctant to cut off his right arm, but he could only do so.
However, this small hotel was naturally not suitable for cutting off his arm. He was going to leave here at dawn.
He had been in the wilderness for so long that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. After thinking for a while, he washed his face and went to bed.
This time he slept very well. He didn't need to hold the Splitter. His heartstrings were tight.
Dean woke up when it was almost noon. He stretched his body and felt that the fatigue of these days had been swept away. He got up and helped Aisha wash up. After putting on his clothes, he took Aisha downstairs to eat.
"Boss, give me ten black pepper bone steaks." Dean casually found a place to sit down and called out to the lady at the counter.
The proprietress was a young woman in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a light red headscarf and looked very capable. She glanced at Dean and saw that Dean and Aisha had ordered ten steaks. She was speechless. But the more Dean ordered, the more she would earn. There was no reason for her to refuse. Moreover, Dean and Aisha's clothes were expensive. They were not poor people.
She responded and turned to report to the kitchen in the back hall.
After a while, a twelve-year-old girl came over with two fragrant black pepper bone steaks. This was one of the more expensive dishes in their restaurant. Although the little girl looked tender, she was very well developed. Her chest was bulging and exuded a youthful and tender atmosphere. She didn't lose to a fifteen-year-old girl. Dean took a look and took the steak. He secretly sighed in his heart. The people here did have the ability to marry early. With this speed of development, a twelve-year-old girl could be a mother at the age of twelve or thirteen.
In the slums of Silvia, twelve-year-old girls had children everywhere. Not only did they have children, but they also had to shoulder the task of earning money for the family. All of them matured very early. Unlike in the old era, what did twelve-year-old children know? They could only cry piteously in front of their parents.
When Dean finished eating one steak, he cut the other one and fed it to Aisha.
This steak was only medium rare, so it was more nutritious. Aisha didn't reject it because there was blood in it.
The little girl came over with two steaks. Her face was full of envy as she saw Dean's appearance. She smiled: "You and your wife are so loving."
Dean faintly nodded. After feeding Aisha, he ate his own steak.
When he was eating the sixth steak, several rough voices echoed. Dean felt that it was a bit harsh. He saw the door of the hotel was kicked open. Three or five burly and muscular men came in. They were led by a man wearing a pointed helmet and armor. He arrogantly glanced at the hall. His eyes didn't stay on Dean's body. Finally, his eyes fell on the proprietress behind the counter. He sneered: "Proprietress, today's business is good. Is it time to pay the protection fee?"
The proprietress's face changed as several people broke in. She quickly greeted them with a smile: "Brother Mimon, two days ago we said that we would pay at the end of the month. As you can see, our location is remote, so the business is not good …"
"That's your business. How can you blame me if the business is not good?" The burly man's gaze swept across the Lady Boss's body, brazenly staring at her bulging chest. He sneered and said, "We've come here so many times that our feet are aching. We still haven't settled this debt with you. Today, even if you don't want to give it to us, you still have to. Otherwise, my brothers don't have a good temper. If they smash your little shop, I won't be able to stop them!"
The proprietress's face changed: "Brother Mimon, you can't go back on your words. We …"
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't believe that you have no money!" Mimon impatiently said.
"We really have no money." The little girl who was serving Dean said in an angry tone: "We have just paid the rent and the lord's tax. We don't have any money to pay you. We don't have anything to eat!"
"Nothing to eat? What are they eating? " Mi Meng glared at her coldly, and her eyes turned to the little girl. She looked her up and down, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She said, "If you really can't take out the money, that's fine too. Little sister, accompany a few of my brothers to vent their desires tonight, and we'll forget about this matter for now.
The little girl's face turned pale as she heard his words. She quickly hid behind the proprietress.
The Lady Boss protected her with one hand and squeezed out a smile at him, saying, "Big Brother Mi Meng, the child is not sensible, please don't mind her, it's just that we really can't take out the money, these are sold to our customers to eat, how can we bear to give it to ourselves, it's not like you don't know, doing our business, we don't earn much money, we can barely make ends meet."
"Brother, this woman doesn't listen to good words. I think we should teach them a lesson." A man with a scar on his face said.
"Lady Boss, look, my brother is getting impatient from waiting …" Mimon chuckled. Before he could finish speaking, a whistling sound suddenly rang out, and then a silver light flashed before his eyes and nailed itself to the wooden pillar at the side. It was a table knife.
Mi Meng was startled. She turned her head and saw that there was only one table where people were still eating. The customers at the other tables had already left when they saw that something was wrong. They went upstairs to pack up and leave.
Dean continued to cut the steak with the knife in Haisha's plate. He said in an indifferent tone, "Go away. Don't make noise here."
Mimon raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Hero saving beauty? I am talking here. What does it have to do with you? You are a guest here. I advise you not to show off too much. Do you like this widow? I see that your female companion has a good figure. Boy, don't eat from the bowl and look at the pot. "
Aisha was wearing a veil, so Mimeng couldn't see her appearance. But her figure and temperament showed the image of a beauty. If Dean and Aisha weren't wearing good clothes, Mimeng would have directly attacked them.
Dean put the cut steak into his mouth. He gently chewed and swallowed. He sighed and turned to look at them.
The sneer on Mimon's face suddenly disappeared when he saw Dean's eyes. He felt that the surrounding air seemed to be a few degrees colder. His face slightly changed. He was about to say something to support the situation, but he saw Dean raise his hand to stop him.
Whoosh!
His neck was cold and then hot. It was so hot that the pain was unbearable.
Mimon stood motionless. He touched his nose and felt a warm liquid. He looked up and saw that it was blood.
He was a little confused. He clearly saw Dean raise his hand to throw the knife, but at that moment, he couldn't see Dean's hand clearly. The speed of that moment was beyond his reaction, so he didn't even have time to prepare to dodge.
Plop!
A sound came from the side.
Mimon felt his strength was taken away. He softly fell down.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
The other three exclaimed in horror. Some of them wanted to go to Mimon but others looked at Dean in horror. They were ready to escape.
"Get out!" Dean whispered.
Their hearts trembled. They had already clearly seen the injuries of Mi Meng and the other person. Their throats had been pierced, and the knife was still on the table beside them. The knife was already dyed red with blood.
The three of them looked at Dean's indifferent expression and were scared. Although they were evil, but they didn't dare to openly kill people. Although they had connections, and they could do things like collecting protection fees, but killing people was two different things. But Dean had killed two people, and it was killing two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one knife.
The three of them hurriedly dragged Mi Meng and the other person's corpse out of the hotel. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a long trail of blood on the ground.
The proprietress and the little girl were shocked. The change caught them off guard. They turned to look at Dean. At this moment in their eyes, the young man was more terrible than the few people who had left earlier.
"Proprietress, give me another set of tableware and five steaks." Dean glanced at the proprietress and said.
The proprietress reacted and subconsciously ordered the little girl to get the tableware. She hesitated for a moment and slowly approached Dean: "Thank you …"
"No need to thank me. I didn't do it for you. I did it because they disturbed me." Dudian indifferently said. He was speaking from the heart. He was already impatient when they came in and talked about the protection fee. He had just woken up and heard this kind of noise. If he didn't want to cause trouble, he would have killed all of them when they said the third sentence.
But the other party seemed to be endless. His warning didn't work, so he simply didn't want to talk to them anymore.
In his eyes, not to mention these hooligans, even if it was some honorable and famous people who provoked him, he would kill them. He was no longer the young man who would feel guilty when he killed someone. Now, to him, there was no difference between killing someone and beating someone up. If there was a difference, it was more convenient to kill someone. It was done once and for all, and he would not hear the screams of the people.
The proprietress's heart trembled. She looked at Dean who didn't want to comfort her. She felt that Dean was too dangerous. She only hoped that Dean would finish eating quickly and send away this god of plague.
For her, it was not good for her if Dean killed those people. Instead, she might encounter bigger trouble. After all, these people died in her hotel. She only hoped that her hotel wouldn't be implicated in this. She only hoped that her hotel wouldn't be implicated.
After saying a few words of thanks, the proprietress left Dean's side. She had seen Dean frowning impatiently.
At this time, the little girl brought two plates of steak and a set of tableware. She secretly looked at Dean and whispered: "Big brother, thank you. But you will be in trouble if you kill them. Finish eating and leave quickly." After that, he turned to look at the proprietress at the counter. He was relieved to see that she was looking down at the accounts and didn't pay attention to him.
Dean glanced at the little girl and thought for a moment: "You don't seem to be afraid of dead people."
If it was an ordinary girl, no matter how fierce they were, there would be a kind of fear of the person who killed them. But this little girl actually dared to talk to him.
Hearing Dean's words, the little girl's cheeks turned red. She whispered: "People often die outside. I'm used to it."
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