Chapter 33

During the day, I spent Dean's inspection of his equipment and several times of Huck's instructions - obviously, the owner of the hotel was still not very relieved. This young man appeared in his room more than once today and interrupted Regarding the arrangement and inspection of his equipment, Dean also made a suggestion for Dean to "hire a few guards".

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

In this regard, Huck could only shake his head helplessly.

Moreover, it is very obvious that Dean is also classified as the kind of businessman who wants money but not life. In the end, he is too lazy to pay attention to Dean.

And Dean can only smile helplessly in the bottom of his heart again.

However, soon, Dean's kindly 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 that there were far more people in the lobby than yesterday, Dean frowned.

The malicious, looking up and down eyes made Dean understand that these people on the other side were coming for him.

For these 'uninvited guests', Dean, who did everything yesterday, naturally knew it well, but the number of them was a bit unexpected.

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

When it was time for dinner, even the spacious lobby of the 'Snow Bear's Home' couldn't even sit down.

As a result, Dean had to return to his room to eat with his own plate, and during this period, those greedy eyes kept staring at Dean until Dean disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

Crack!

Dean closed the door of his room, and still locked the door behind it—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 it create a more chaotic scene, but also his options for choosing a 'stand-in' have greatly increased.

As for the death of the 'substitute'?

Since they were able to arrive at the 'Snow Bear's Home' in such a short period of time, it was obvious that these people were professional bandits—and only professional bandits would have such a channel of news far beyond ordinary people.

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

...

The night, after Dean finished his last bite of food, has completely fallen. Except for the bright lights of the 'Snow Bear House', the lights of the entire town of Tyre can only be lit by patrolling guards and The manor of the baron in the eastern part of Tyre Town provided it.

And Dean carefully looked for his 'target'!

Unlike last night's ease, the guards of Tire Town who rested all day are full of energy today. Look at those who smell Kimpton, but dare not stay on the streets of Tire Town at night The robbers will know.

Of course, not all the bandits dared to hold back like this.

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

Naturally, these people are not Dean's 'targets'!

What he needs are those who run single gangs,

The one that can hide well and is very similar to his figure.

As for the face?

This, Dean will not extravagant.

However, he had already thought of a way to make up for it—in order to torture more Kimpton, the cruel robber, he tortured the young man, and even scratched his face.

This is not an excessive thing. In fact, compared with the simple death penalty of hanging, many criminal laws are mastered by some bandits in order to establish their reputation, and the targets are naturally their opponents , or the target who is about to attack; and an uncle of Baron Till was treated so cruelly, so he didn't have the slightest affection for any bandits, and kept searching and suppressing them.

To put it simply, there is no shortage of such cruel guys around Tyreland.

And this naturally brought convenience to Dean.

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

The hidden whereabouts of the other party, the daggers and short knives on his body are enough to prove the identity of the other party.

And that body shape similar to Dean's, without any tattoos, birthmarks and other conspicuous marks on his body, undoubtedly fits Dean's choice.

However, Dean did not immediately kill the opponent.

If the smell of blood appeared, it would undoubtedly make it more difficult for him to leave.

Therefore, when he came to the position last night, Dean ended the life of the other party——

【XP+1】

The experience provided confirmed the accuracy of Dean's sword-sealed throat; of course, before again, Dean had already started his own arrangements. First, everything that could prove the identity of the other party could not be left behind, and then some "torture" Mark of.

As for why not arrange it behind the other party's death?

The traces of 'torture' during life and after death may be indistinguishable to ordinary people, but to some veterans, it is too simple.

They can easily judge the scars on the opponent's body based on the contraction of the skin and muscles.

Naturally, Dean would not leave such a handle to the other party—although, he doubted very much whether there was such a veteran in Tire Town.

And after everything is done, all that's left is to wait!

Just like last night, the spy chief didn't make Dean wait too long, and appeared with another figure—although it was covered by a cloak, Dean confirmed that this was the face he was waiting for. The goal.

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

After the spy chief finished speaking, he bowed slightly and retreated not far away—obviously, apart from maintaining respect for Dean, the spy chief absolutely didn't want to participate in the period, even if he had already told another big man The news that Dean appeared here.

If he wanted to please such a skillful guy on both sides, he couldn't put all his eggs in one basket and just look at one side. What he needed was to take care of both sides.

"Mould?"

Dean confirmed the departure of the spy chief. After confirming that the other party could not see or 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 Gao Sai!"

After getting a few words about the "big man" in front of him from the spy chief, Molde expressed his respect and humility, just like he did to Baron Tyre—because he knew that the person in front of him could help For such people, Molde has never been stingy with his respect and humility, just as he knew since he was a child that good children will get an extra share of candy. He is very clear that respect and humility will make He gained more favor in front of these big men.

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

Of course, Molde's performance is much more professional than those street performers.

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

"Worth learning, isn't it?"

Dean, who was asking himself from the bottom of his heart, said in a hoarse and unrecognizable voice: "I'm glad you have such an awareness... Your trouble with Cedar One has been dealt with, and this is not a one-time transaction; therefore, I Hope to give us more rewards!"

"Of course, every week from now on I will..."

Molde knew the rules of dealing with these people who walked in the dark, and immediately said in a hurry after Dean's voice fell.

However, before the tax officer finished speaking, Dean shook slightly, and then, as if he could no longer support himself, he fell to the side.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?"

Molde almost instinctively took a step forward, holding Dean in his arms, and under 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 It was bandaged, but the blood on the bandage was obvious.

"Shut up! I don't want others to know!"

Dean shouted hurriedly.

"Yes, my lord!"

The tax officer immediately nodded repeatedly, and at the same time, there was a look of joy in his eyes - how to get closer to a stranger is undoubtedly a secret shared by both parties; of course, this secret can't be too much, otherwise, it will be a catastrophe and it was evident that what was at hand was not so serious.

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

Using the channels of the thieves before, Molde got some news that others didn't know-in fact, how to contact Gao Sai's spies was also learned from the channels of the thieves.

And it is precisely because of these news that others don't know that Molde is sure to get more attention for himself-you see, a big man who came from afar to take up the post suddenly found that the place where he went to the post has been "occupied" , Moreover, the other party also sent a very powerful killer to deal with him.

In a situation of isolation and helplessness, if a person helps the other party, then this big man must be quite grateful.

To put it simply, as long as he helps the big shot in front of him, he will be able to achieve great success just around the corner.

As for helping another big shot?

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

Of course, Molde wasn't worried that the battle between big shots would affect him—after all, he would be the 'Knight' Molde in a few days.

A knight, in this remote territory, anyone will win him over.

Pooh!

The sound of metal splitting muscles, and the severe pain that followed interrupted Molde's fantasy. He looked at the dagger in his waist and abdomen in disbelief, raised his head tremblingly, 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 from the other party, watching the tax official who was in the near future die in front of him like this, until the light ball of experience appeared on the other party's body , he just came back to his senses——

【XP+20】

More experience than Dean imagined appeared on the character panel.

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