The assassin's figure shrunk like a cat after he succeeded in his first strike. He dodged the attacks from the two attendants of the wealthy-looking middle-aged man.
The long sword brushed past the assassin, but the assassin calmly threw the dagger in his hand and pulled the hidden trigger at the same time.
Souuu!
Puk!
The short but sharp arrow from the left crossbow perforated the servant's neck and the dagger plunged into the other servant's neck.
The two servants who attacked with their swords fell to the ground with their hands on their throats.
The assassin calmly straightened his body, grabbed his dagger, and pulled it out.
Puk!
Blood gushed out again.
The assassin flicked the blood off his dagger. Facing the charging soldiers, he raised his left thumb and slowly drew it across his throat.
Then …
Bang!
Thick smoke filled the area.
The soldiers who charged at him and the people who lined up were all shrouded by the smoke.
"Silence!
Maintain order! "
The leader of the soldiers shouted.
But it was useless.
The blood and corpses frightened the ordinary people.
Terrified screams.
Panicked footsteps.
It plunged the entrance of Castle Aïtantin into chaos.
Borl did not move from his spot.
Such a scene wasn't common but he wasn't a stranger to it.
Blood and bodies were more than familiar to the players.
Other than the newbies, every veteran player knew what they should do in a dungeon world when faced with such a situation: maintain the actions befitting of their identity.
Don't try to change anything.
It wasn't time yet.
Because that would only make everything worse.
So he wasn't surprised by Kieran's silence.
This was Aïtantin Castle!
The castle where the God of War and Lady Calamity resided!
Even the Flaming Devil couldn't act recklessly.
However, Pol was more concerned about the body.
"Hope that bastard isn't who I think he is."
Pol prayed softly.
"Between good and bad, the chances of bad things happening are much higher."
Kieran replied.
Pol had a helpless look on his face. He also knew that the stout middle-aged man was most likely the legendary businessman, Kate Hal, but he still felt a little lucky.
But as the smoke dissipated, Ainte, the temporary person in charge of the merchant group, rushed towards the body with fear and helplessness. Pol showed a bitter smile.
It was over.
His most direct and simplest 'loan' channel was gone.
And that wasn't the worst part.
The worst thing was that with the death of the legendary businessman, Kate Howl, more soldiers appeared at the city gate. Everyone at the city gate had to be interrogated.
This was especially true for outsiders.
Looking at the soldiers who surrounded the merchant group with their swords drawn and muskets raised up high, Pol cooperated by raising his hands up high, signaling that he wasn't a threat.
As for Kieran, he had already returned to the carriage.
The soldiers were only there to control the situation.
The real interrogators would not be these people.
Rather than wasting time with the soldiers down there, it was better to drink some tea and eat some snacks.
The tea had a light aroma.
The snacks were slightly sweet.
Although it wasn't as crispy as when it was roasted, it still had a different taste.
It was a feeling of time sinking.
Kieran was sure if the snacks were left for a few more days, they would have bluish green spots.
Fortunately, there were no entrances yet.
Standing below the wagon with his hands up, Pol clearly heard Kieran munching on the snacks and gulping down the tea. He couldn't help but shrink his neck when he felt the cold wind blowing at his face.
"Um … Um … can I go up and get a coat?"
Pol asked the soldiers around him.
The soldier's answer was to point his musket at Pol's forehead.
"Okay, okay."
I understand. "
Pol stood still right away.
His eyes were sizing up the surroundings.
The others who were queuing up to enter the city were held back by a group of soldiers on the other side. Several uniformed men were checking their identification.
The merchant group was the same.
However, the difference was that there were more soldiers in the caravan, and all of them were ready to fight.
Why?
It was simple. The guards of the merchant group.
Their sturdiness and the weapons they brought with them made the soldiers feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
However, Pol shook his head silently.
The assassin was definitely not here anymore.
He was very confident.
The last bit of smoke made the assassin disappear without a trace.
It made Pol's heart heavy.
He wasn't worried about what the assassin would do to him, he was worried about the guards. Judging from the assassination just now, everyone would agree that it was a meticulously planned assassination.
And the key point was how Kate Harl appeared at the city gate.
So, how did Kate Harl appear?
He received a message from Ainte.
Ainte sent the message because the merchant group had an accident.
During that time, he and Kieran had solved the accident.
Of course, Kieran was the main actor, Kieran was just a supporting actor.
But …
The interrogators wouldn't think so.
Kieran and Kieran must have become the most important link.
Despite the fact that both of them were really innocent!
In order to suppress the assassination as soon as possible, the interrogators would definitely not let go of any suspicious points. In fact, if there were some despicable fellows among the interrogators, it was not impossible for them to commit perjury in order to speed things up.
Instantly, Borl's mind was filled with scenes of interrogators being burnt to ashes before they were tortured and tortured.
It was true that the Flaming Devil could restrain Kieran, but he wouldn't swallow his anger after being bullied.
However, he would never swallow his anger after being bullied. That wasn't his personality.
"I just arrived at Aïtantin Castle, I haven't even completed the lowest main mission and now I have to face the God of War and Lady Calamity already?
Although I've decided to complete the mission, isn't this a little too fast?
I'm not ready yet! "
The bitter smile on Pol's face turned even more bitter.
Once Kieran made his move, he would have to face the God of War and Lady Calamity.
There was almost no room for maneuver.
All Pol hoped for was that the time would come later.
However, Pol's wish didn't come true. A man in uniform asked Ainte, who was kneeling beside Kate Harl's body, and then walked over.
The man had a young face, a hooked nose like an eagle's beak, and a pair of sharp eyes that made him look like a reborn eagle. His long blonde hair fell over his shoulder, and on his shoulder was a small silver epaulette.
The epaulette represented the man's identity: the Knight.
Although he wasn't on the same level as the Knight, he was much more powerful than a common soldier or a squad leader.
He was almost on par with the adjutant of an infantry regiment.
Considering the man's age and the little details when he walked, Pol determined that the man was a young noble, a noble with a long history.
Otherwise, a young man like him wouldn't have gotten his current identity.
A noble with a long history had another advantage: self-restraint and being unfazed.
The man walked up to Pol, his sharp eyes sizing up Pol countless times, so he said, "Kurt Horton."
The man introduced himself.
Horton?
The surname immediately reminded Pol of the financial adjutant of Aïtantin Castle, Marquis Horton.
A noble with a decent reputation.
The inheritance was still the same.
Rumor had it that the marquis had blond hair.
Pol slightly bowed to the young man before him as a gesture of courtesy.
"Pol."
"Nice to meet you, Sir Kurt Horton.
If you have any questions, please ask, I won't hide anything. "
Borl replied in a manner befitting his identity as a businessman.
"Can you tell me about the ambush?"
Kurt Horton asked.
"Of course."
Pol nodded and told him everything that happened. In the end, Pol added, "We rushed to Aïtantin Castle because of some urgent matters. There were a lot of people behind us who had the same experience as us."
Kuer Horton nodded in a noncommittal manner after he heard Borl's addition.
The young nobleman understood Borl's meaning.
After all, Pol emphasized the words' urgent 'and' rushed '.
However, the young noble had no intention of letting them pass.
It wasn't that he didn't believe what Pol said. While Pol was describing the incident, he had been observing Pol and he was sure Pol wasn't lying.
Besides, Ainte's words were the same as what Pol said.
Kieran didn't know much about Pol but Ainte did. It allowed the young noble to confirm that Pol wasn't lying.
But …
Kieran didn't care about the truth anymore.
Instead, he was interested in the person who could deal with the pagans.
Kurt Horton's eyes unconsciously turned to the carriage.
"That Corin is inside?"
Kurt Horton asked.
"Yes."
Pol didn't deny it but he sighed in his heart.
'I knew it!
I'm going to challenge Hell Mode soon! '
As a veteran, Pol knew the rules of the dungeon world very well.
When a player chose, did, or completed a mission that surpassed the difficulty of the current main mission, the main mission would change accordingly and the corresponding rating and rewards would be increased.
Pol would never object to that.
But …
'Can't I do it step by step?
Let me finish the minimum main storyline mission first, then we'll talk!
Let me get used to it! '
After getting an affirmative answer from Pol, Kurt Horton didn't care about Pol anymore. He reached out to the carriage door, trying to pull it open.
However, the education he received since he was young made him stop the moment he pulled the door open.
He let go of the door and tapped on it softly.
Dok, Dok, Dok.
"Come in."
After Kieran's voice sounded, the young noble didn't hesitate anymore. He opened the door and boarded the carriage, closing the door behind him.
After signalling with his eyes, the young noble sat on Pol's seat and started to size up Kieran with his sharp eyes.
A black coat, black pants, and leather boots.
A woolen coat was hanging on the side.
His face was normal, young yet mature. He leaned back on the cushion, looking a little lazy. His eyes were casual and calm, his hands were long and thin, but there were no calluses.
But …
An inexplicable feeling of palpitation kept emerging.
It was as if he was looking at a tiger lazily crawling on the ground.
No!
Even a tiger wouldn't make me feel like this.
Only in front of … those councilmen would I feel like this.
Don't wake him up!
Don't wake him up!
A voice in his heart told him that.
And Kurt Horton wasn't a young man who didn't know what was good for him.
So, he paused for a while and kept the words he prepared in his heart. He kept his sharp eyes away and asked in a gentle tone, "May I know if you are Sir Corin?"
"Yes."
Kieran nodded.
"Kurt Horton."
The young noble introduced himself again and extended his right hand.
After making sure Horton didn't mean any harm and didn't hide any traps, Kieran's upbringing made him extend his hand.
Both of them shook hands for a while before letting go.
Kieran leaned back on the cushion again.
Kurt Horton carefully recalled the feeling of his hand just now.
Similar to what he saw, there were no calluses.
But there was a different kind of strength.
It should be able to crush steel.
The young noble showed a smile like a spring breeze when he came to such a conclusion.
"Sir Corin, why did you come to Aïtantin Castle?"
The young noble asked.
"It's because of Pol's invitation.
I saved Pol on the way and he invited me to be his guard, to escort him to Aïtantin Castle. "
Kieran said with a half-truth, half-lies tone.
This was what he and Bohr had agreed on a long time ago.
"Oh, I see.
I guess it wasn't a peaceful journey. I've asked Sir Pol before, those pagans aren't easy to deal with right? "
The young noble tried to beat around the bush.
"It's not that bad.
They are hiding in the dark.
But if you can find their weakness, it's not that hard. "
Kieran replied.
This time, it was completely real.
The world before his eyes might be special but it still had its own rules.
The pagans were no exception.
As long as one could find the rules of the pagans, it wasn't hard to kill them, especially those who hadn't even 'descended' to the world.
If the pagans were newly 'born', as long as the willpower was strong enough, a musket would be enough.
"That's only for people like you.
About the assassination just now, do you have any thoughts? "
The young noble paused, hiding the words he wanted to say and shifting the topic.
"No."
Kieran said honestly.
The young noble was stunned.
Although Kieran had held back a lot, he could tell that Kieran really didn't care about all these.
After a slight hesitation, the young noble tried to test Kieran.
"Then …"
"What do you think of the new 'decree'?"
"The decree to buy a dukeship with Gold Purton."
The young noble unconsciously lowered his voice.
"No."
Kieran shook his head again.
It was something that Pol needed to use his connections to.
Not him.
Looking at Kieran, the young noble was confused.
'Am I wrong?'
The young noble started to doubt his own speculations but he didn't show it. Instead, he took out a small bag of sweets from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"I see that you like sweets a lot.
Sorry for bothering you for a long time, consider this a token of my appreciation.
These are the finest sweets from Snow Candy House. I like them a lot, so I always bring some with me. Of course, this is a new one, I didn't open it. "
The young noble said.
"Thank you."
Kieran thanked softly.
He then pointed outside the carriage.
Kieran said softly.
"Be careful.
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