Chapter 152 Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole (2)

When the carriage was about to turn into the streets of Uptown, Dean opened the door of the carriage and jumped into the street, disappearing at the corner of the street—he had already got the address.

Of course, the degree of credibility of this address is really not high.

It was as if Zimo had promised him—believe the spies' assurances, and that would be crazy.

Dean didn't care, though.

Whether the address was true or false, or a dangerous trap, he had already expressed his meaning—Dean believed that his previous performance would be conveyed through Zimo to any spy the other party knew.

And that was enough for Dean.

He just needs to give these spies an impression, an impression of 'He's coming'.

As for others?

Dean stood in the shadows and watched the carriage go away, and sneaked towards the address in his heart.

Although there is a possibility of being false, there is also a possibility of being true.

Of course, the biggest possibility is a trap.

And Dean is very much looking forward to the latter two-once and for all, plus to deepen the 'impression' of the remaining spies, Dean absolutely does not mind killing two birds with one stone.

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Lower city, civilian area.

There is no bustling shopping street, nor the hustle and bustle of the pier.

But it has all the smells of "living" - the smell of cooking smoke mixed with garbage, mixed with the smell of livestock manure.

Although the Marquis of Vauban tried his best to manage it, when Dean stepped here, he could tell from the smell alone that the effect of the governance was quite weak.

Perhaps, after each cleaning. Can be clean for a few days. But in two days. That's it again.

In fact, in the Emerald Territory, except for the Emerald City, Dean has never seen a clean civilian area in the true sense. Even under the jurisdiction of the Emerald Duke, it is only a little stronger than the four northern counties. .

After all, you can't blame a group of people who are running around for a living and forget to clean up their own hygiene.

Of course.

Dean doesn't care at all.

Dean, who once stayed in the mud of the sewer for two full days for an assassination, completely ignored these smells.

However, it doesn't mean something else, he can also ignore it - dog!

Although there are dogs in the families of wealthy businessmen and nobles, those dogs are more often used when hunting, most of the time. It's locked up in a cattle shed.

Even if some are stocked, it is only two or three.

And in the civilian area. Can be different.

In order to make myself feel more secure, dogs have almost become a necessary member of every household. If it is not economic conditions that do not allow, the number of dogs in each household will increase by two or three times, and Dean will not It would be strange; after all, in such a remote place, once something happened, apart from kitchen knives, sickles and other things that could be used as weapons at home, the most reliable thing was the watchdog kept at home.

As for the patrolling guards?

Compared with the upper city and outside the commercial street, the civilian area is always the last place to be patronized.

However, the Vauban city at this moment is different. Fort Vauban, which was just attacked by thieves, made the civilian area full of patrolling guards, and this caused considerable trouble for Dean who sneaked in.

Once the dog barks, patrolling guards will inevitably appear.

And the number of dogs distributed in the civilian area in front of him made Dean have to be more careful and vigilant——

'In the night, three energetic adults on top of one dog! '

For the old thief's words, Dean rarely recognized them in a real sense.

In five times longer than usual, Dean arrived at his destination—he leaned in a leeward shadow out of the dogs' sight.

As for choosing the lee?

Compared with the eyesight of dogs, Dean is more troubled by their sense of smell and hearing.

The only lucky thing was that there were no dogs in the house in his sight—after a few onomatopoeic barking, Dean was sure.

Of course, it is also certain that there are many people in it.

At least five people!

Although this is very suitable for a civilian area, the family composition of parents, two sons and one daughter, but those heavy footsteps, as well as shouting and cursing at the barking of dogs, made Dean understand that there are all men here, and there is no one here. Ma'am, moreover, the full-bodied scolding voice shows the strength of the occupants.

After carefully checking around the house in front of him, and confirming that the house only has a normal entrance and exit through the front door, Dean's eyes began to look at the window—after all, the previous scolding came from behind that door , obviously, someone was acting as a sentry there.

The house in front of you is a typical emerald-style two-and-a-half-story building.

If you want to monitor the surroundings, the highest terrace is obviously the best choice - therefore, Dean can be sure that there must be a sentry on the terrace.

And the kitchen on the first floor, the window of the bedroom on the second floor?

In the gaps of the windows made of wooden boards, the figures that flashed from time to time also showed that there were the same guard posts there.

Undoubtedly, the possible dead corners of the entire house are being monitored.

No matter where they break through, they will be discovered, which is quite troublesome for most thieves.

However, for Dean, it was only slightly more difficult.

After all, compared with the target he once assassinated, the scene in front of him is just more formal, not strict at all-a building without magic eyes and warning traps. Obviously, Dean gave such a The evaluation is not too much.

Quietly, Dean, like a gecko, climbed up the wall of this house - the wall is mainly made of wood, supplemented by brick and stone. For Dean, it is a breeze to climb.

The only thing he needs to worry about is the guards in those two windows.

However, to deal with such a person, Dean is also easy to catch.

After all, Dean has already seen clearly the probing habits of these people-mainly in front of the window and on the left and right sides.

As for the top and bottom?

They obviously didn't open the windows and stick their heads out, such a strenuous method of detection.

And Dean thanked these wooden windows that blocked most of his sight from the bottom of his heart, and, taking advantage of this gap, he quickly approached the terrace in the rhythm of climbing, hiding, and climbing——

Step, step...

At this position, Dean had clearly heard the sound of the sentry on the terrace pacing back and forth

Dean clung to the gap between the balcony and the window on the second floor, and began to calculate the direction of the opponent's pacing through the sound of the opponent's footsteps.

"Six steps!"

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Dean confirmed silently in his heart.

And when the footsteps became clear again, and then, when he turned around, Dean's left hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the terrace, and the arm muscles contracted suddenly, Dean's entire body was like a bird Jumping up, over the railing of the terrace, and then, like a fallen leaf, quietly and firmly stood on the terrace.

In front of Dean, the sentry with a crossbow was walking towards the other side.

Leaping forward, the shadow side of [Flash Dagger] appeared in front of the opponent's throat when Dean covered the opponent's mouth, and then cut towards the side and rear.

With the trachea included, most of the neck was cut open.

And just as the blood spurted out suddenly, Dean slapped the other party's collar, immediately reducing the sound of the blood spurting to a minimum.

Although this is a terrace, the surrounding area is very open, which is good for the sound to disperse, but Dean is still careful enough when facing opponents who may exist at the level of a great knight.

The corpse was quietly placed on the terrace, and Dean stood on tiptoe and touched the small door of the terrace.

There was no locked door, so Dean easily sneaked into the room.

But Dean didn't act rashly. He stood quietly on the ladder leading to the terrace on the second floor, pricked up his ears, and listened to the movement on the entire second floor.

However, except for the sentry guard at the window of the side bedroom, there was no sound at all.

"First floor..."

Dean thought silently in his heart, but he didn't delay at all, thinking about sneaking away from the side bedroom.

Then, in the same, but easier way, the sentry was killed—compared to the sentry on the balcony, who was always paying attention to all directions, and the sentry who focused all his attention on the window. For Dean, it was a piece of cake, especially when the other party didn't even close the door, but opened it.

However, when this easy target was eliminated, the remaining targets required Dean to think and plan——

At least, when facing a big knight, Dean would never want to see two guys who are close to the knight level join the siege.

Similarly, Dean was not sure that he could deal with two guys who were close to the knight level in such a narrow range without being discovered by the big knight.

But just a moment later, Dean had a plan of his own.

He stepped up the stairs from the second floor to the first floor.

Step, step, step...

The undisguised footsteps are enough to attract the attention of the people below.

"Who?"

Such a question sounded immediately, and when there was no answer, immediately, there was the sound of the long sword being unsheathed mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

And Dean didn't rush down in a hurry, he just walked down the steps slowly.

Every step is the same pace.

Even the size of the footsteps is the same.

And when he saw the three figures appearing at the top of the stairs, Dean drew out his long sword——

The cold sword edge began to rippling with a trace of sharpness.

"kill!"

Dean, holding the sword in his right hand, sipped low, his body pounced down like a tiger.

ps second update~

Those who want to drink mutton soup say...but their face is allergic, and the doctor won't let them eat mutton...tangle...(to be continued...) ()