Chapter 101: Control

‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ had already estimated Dean’s power as highly as he could, but after seeing his truly elite subordinates slaughtered, he realized that Dean was even stronger than he had imagined.

When he saw two more subordinates die under Dean’s sword, ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ moved.

Of course, not to attack!

Meeter limped toward the stunned Jack—although Meeter could not be sure of Dean’s purpose, having a hostage was never a bad idea.

However, it was obvious that Jack would never surrender passively.

In fact, after seeing Dean appear, Jack had frozen—Jack, who had already imprinted Dean’s figure in his mind, recognized Dean’s identity at once: his loyal Master.

Although Jack had previously fantasized about this Master coming to save him or avenge him, when such a thing actually happened, Jack was still stunned.

Of course, even if Jack was stunned, he would not remain indifferent to ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ approaching him.

With his left hand awkwardly holding a dagger, Jack stepped backward one step at a time, and pushed over the tables and chairs in front of him to cause trouble for ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’.

As for charging forward?

Not to mention what Jack’s original strength was, just using his left hand to hold the sword gave Jack no confidence at all.

You see, his dominant hand was his right hand.

However, his right hand, missing a thumb, clearly could not hold a sword anymore.

However, Jack had no complaints about this because, compared to the past when he held a sword, he liked the version of himself sitting there even more.

Jack thought it was worth losing one thumb.

Of course, he still had to get through this scene in front of him first—

In the distance, the Master he served was, just as he had described before, irresistible. Dealing with those of Meeter’s subordinates was just a matter of time.

And he needed to ensure he was not killed by Meeter in front of him during this time.

“Thank you, My Lord!”

As Jack stepped backward, watching ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ limping and bypassing obstacles, he couldn’t help but shout in his heart.

If it were usual times, the other person could just jump and catch up to him.

But now, the time it took was longer than what he needed.

“Is this a test from My Lord?”

Almost instinctively, Jack thought this—the impression Dean had left on Jack when they first met, and the words Jack kept making up as if under hypnosis, had already given Jack a different feeling, or rather… fanaticism, when facing Dean.

It was just like now—

‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ suddenly found that the hostage, who should have been an easy catch, had become incredibly agile and crisp, without any clumsiness.

In fact, there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation.

“Damn it! Bastard…”

Moving his steps again and feeling the pain in his legs, Meeter couldn’t help but curse repeatedly.

However, the next moment, such repeated cursing had to stop—

Dean, who had already solved all of Meeter’s subordinates, was walking toward Meeter.

In fact, lacking true Knight-rank, even with a few close to Knight-rank, Dean would not face any trouble at this moment.

With the bonuses from various judgments provided by the [Indomitable] of [Dragon Swordsmanship].

Plus the bonuses from [Military Swordsmanship (Emerald) (Goth)].

Even compared to Knights who had completed the Baptism, even those with extremely high Talent, Dean was on par with them.

Furthermore, what about some gang members who were a bit stronger than ordinary people and close to the Knight-rank?

However, the XP brought by these twenty-plus people made Dean feel pleasantly surprised—

[XP+60]

It was more than those Thief raiders he had encountered before.

But this did not mean these gang members were stronger than those Thief raiders. In fact, if one were to compare, those Thief raiders were stronger and more numerous.

It was just that Dean had not been fighting alone before—his subordinates had participated in the battle. He had shared the XP through the Title [Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander] and the Skill [Military Organization]. The twenty-five percent share of XP was naturally far inferior to the one hundred percent he was gaining now.

Of course, this was just for now.

As his Skill levels increased, Dean believed everything would change.

“But it’s a pity that I still haven’t reached the XP for [Dragon Swordsmanship Lv2→Lv3]!”

Watching ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ struggle and step backward, Dean sighed slightly in his heart.

Obviously, after passing through Janel Territory, entering Jandu Territory, and Vauban City, he would absolutely not be able to gain XP as he was doing now.

And ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’, who was only of Knight-rank, could provide him with at most 20-25 XP.

Currently [XP: 161], even adding 20-25 XP, it was still short of 19-14 XP to reach the upgrade XP for [Dragon Swordsmanship].

However, the next moment, Dean cast aside such annoyance.

His current level achieving such Strength was already something to be very grateful for. What was there to be annoyed about?

Of course, Dean had no intention of letting ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ go—

“You wanted to see me, and here I am!”

He leaped up and landed in front of ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’, and below the hood, Dean’s changed gloomy voice rang out.

Dean had imitated this voice after a top assassin in the Thieves Guild.

He had learned some techniques from that person.

However, what impressed Dean more deeply was that person’s voice, or rather… behavior—simply by relying on some actions, one could make the ‘prey’ collapse.

Dean had tried hard to learn, but even after trying, he still could not reach that person’s level.

However, he had already achieved a slight resemblance.

At least, ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ in front of him trembled instinctively after hearing such a voice—as if a slippery snake had slid into his collar, hissing at him.

A chill rose in his heart at once.

Especially when Meeter’s gaze saw the layered corpses of subordinates behind Dean, that chill became even more severe.

Almost instantly, Meeter thought of that candidate for the king of the underground power in the Four Northern Counties that he had seen before.

Dean gave him the same feeling as that person had given him back then.

“My Lord, I am the Marquis’ Second Son of Yorkshire…”

‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ subconsciously brought up his backing.

However, before Meeter could finish speaking, Dean’s longsword had already swept across the other’s neck.

Squish!

Blood instantly sprayed out.

He left a survivor because the other person had value.

But ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ obviously did not have one—in fact, Dean’s understanding of the other was absolutely much more real than what the other person said himself.

“Pick up his rapier; from now on, that can be your weapon!”

Glancing at Meeter’s rapier, Dean, who was already used to the Longsword, ordered Jack—in fact, this was the only thing in the whole room that could be considered a trophy. As for the remaining weapons?

Find a similar enough blacksmith, and you can get as many as you want.

“Yes, My Lord!”

Jack respectfully picked up Meeter’s rapier and took off the Sword Sheath, hanging it on his waist.

“Bandage them up; you will still need a few runners for a while!”

Dean scanned the few remaining people in the room—these people had injuries that were not fatal but would absolutely affect their future agility; they would become very harmless. Undoubtedly, these were very good bystanders and propagandists.

As long as these people survived, what happened tonight would spread at the fastest speed.

For Dean, who could not stay in Janel Territory all the time, this was undoubtedly good news.

After all, the earlier Jack controlled Janel Territory, the faster he could control that smuggling channel.

“Let’s go; we need to thoroughly clean up Meeter’s subordinates!”

After Jack finished Bandaging those few remaining people, Dean said this, and walked out at the same time.

Jack immediately quickly followed.

As for those few bandaged people, they shrank in the room like quails, afraid to go out. Their eyes scanned the corpses all over the ground, especially Meeter’s corpse whose eyes were wide open in a disbelief manner. These few people shivered all over again.

Obviously, they were really scared.

And this was also one of the most important reasons Dean left them.

Bold and reckless subordinates versus trembling and cautious ones.

The latter was undoubtedly more favored.

The house where ‘Meeter’ the ‘Wild Fox’ lived was extremely close to Baron Janel’s Manor—although the exterior looked average, the interior was exceptionally luxurious, absolutely no worse than that of a real Baron.

And there were only four people guarding here, and none of them were skilled.

Killing them all by Dean only gave 2 XP.

Standing in Meeter’s house, looking through the window at the still noisy Manor of Baron Janel, Dean sneered.

Compared to Baron Tier, this Baron Janel really only had incompetence left.

Perhaps Baron Tier had many flaws.

But in Janel Territory, no Thieves, bandits, or other people who walked in the Shadow dared to place their base near Baron Tier’s Manor.

“Jack!”

Retracting his gaze, Dean looked at the person behind him.

“Yes, My Lord!”

Jack answered respectfully.

“I am very dissatisfied!”

Dean said word by word.

“Begging My Lord’s forgiveness, and giving me another chance!”

Jack knelt on one knee, but his face did not have the fear of a usual supplicant, but rather regret and unwillingness.