Chapter 14: Identity

Inside the other party’s embrace, Dean found two letters.

One was a private letter between the Marquis’ Second Son and Count Dell, detailing things that were popular in noble circles—everyone knew that the Marquis of York favored his eldest son, and this second son was clearly unwilling to be ignored, so naturally, he needed to find allies.

And Count Dell of Dell County, one of the Four Northern Counties, became his ally—from this letter, it was clear that the two sides had a good ‘friendship,’ to the point where they could openly discuss the distribution plan after ‘success’; the Marquis’ Second Son had promised Seth City as a reward.

Dean sneered continuously.

Originally, such a promise of reward on paper had nothing to do with him, but precisely because of this promise, it caused a turmoil in the Four Northern Counties of the Emerald Kingdom, and City, seizing the opportunity, completely defeated Yorkshire, which the Emerald Kingdom viewed as a barrier.

Simply put, in the first Blood Moon War, the reason the King of City was able to capture York City, the center of the largest Yorkshire in the Northland, in less than three days, and within the following two weeks, the other towns in Yorkshire fell one after another, was because the Marquis’ Second Son and Count Dell of Dell County played a decisive role.

Therefore, on Dean’s must-kill list, these two had long been on it.

Similarly, Dean did not expect that killing these two guys would stop the outbreak of the Blood Moon War; that ambitious King of City and the Kingdom of City, which was flourishing and urgently needed more land, had long been sharpening their knives; killing these two guys would only make the situation of the Emerald Kingdom a little better.

Of course, not right now!

Whether it was his Strength or his power, he had not reached the moment of being fully prepared!

Therefore, Dean put this letter in his embrace, and his apology to those dead York Cavalry also vanished in an instant—since they could be mobilized by the Marquis’ Second Son, their object of loyalty had clearly shifted, and they were likely accomplices in the original war; Dean had no apology whatsoever for killing such people.

If the first letter made Dean sneer repeatedly, then the second letter made Dean’s killing intent surge—this letter came from Goth; although it was fortified with a secret code, such a secret code, and the secret Mark that had not been changed with the Blood Moon War, allowed Dean to determine its origin.

Lowering his head, Dean looked at the dead Spy—that’s right, at this moment Dean had completely confirmed the other party’s identity, he was a spy from Goth.

If he didn’t have the habit of abusing corpses, Dean would definitely draw his sword and hack the corpse in front of him into pieces right now.

Goth, this nation that destroyed the only hope of the Emerald Kingdom, this nation that took away the life of the Teacher that Dean respected and loved, the Emerald Grand Duke, the nation that made Dean hate like a Lone Wolf taking crazy revenge, was definitely an object of hatred even more than City.

After all, compared to the invader image of the Kingdom of City, Goth, this hypocritical nation, was doing the work of a traitor, and was the traitor who dealt the truly fatal blow to the Emerald Kingdom in the first Blood Moon War.

Invaders, traitors.

Facing these two, the latter undoubtedly attracted more hatred.

The hatred in his heart made Dean even calmer, and he carefully read this letter fortified with a secret code—this was a letter of appointment, just like the letter of appointment to the Ferrchelen Knight Order in his embrace, but this letter of appointment fortified with a secret code was obviously not meant to see the light of day.

Even the forms of address inside only used ‘I,’ ‘He,’ and ‘You,’ without any names or code names appearing.

And such carefulness naturally had an extraordinary reason!

After reading this letter, Dean couldn’t help but lower his head again; he obviously didn’t expect that this dead guy was actually the person in charge of the underground intelligence in Vauban County sent by Goth—a person who had just lurked in the Three Southern Counties for many years and came to take office, and discovered the unusual aspects of the Marquis’ Second Son in Yorkshire during his assumption of duty.

A guy accompanied by luck and misfortune, and ultimately, misfortune occupied the absolute upper hand.

Dean contemplated as he looked at the other party’s corpse, and several plans emerged in his mind one after another—and finally, a slightly bold plan appeared in Dean’s mind: impersonate the other party and completely master Goth’s intelligence network in Vauban County.

Such a plan was undoubtedly bold and dangerous!

However, for an Assassin, this was nothing—whether it was disguise or simply becoming another person, it was easy for Dean; after all, in the years of his previous life, most of the time, in order to obtain the capital for revenge, Dean was another person or several people for most of the time.

There were Commoner, merchants, smugglers, hooligans, and even Knight and Noble.

Of course, there were also secret agents and spies!

Squatting down, Dean carefully looked at the dead other party again, observing the other party’s face, hair, body shape, and every accessory on his body, even that piece of clothing was stripped off by him, checking inside and out—he wanted to impersonate a spy, and a spy leader, so any carelessness would make him fall short; previously, the other party determined his identity just by relying on the carriage, even if it involved guessing, it was enough to show that the other party’s gaze was sharp and his mind was extraordinary.

And to impersonate such a person, one must be careful and then careful.

Because, you wouldn’t know if he had left any backup moves or trump cards for himself; for example, that Magic Ring—that pursuing cavalry leader was obviously the confidant of the Marquis’ Second Son, and his Strength was at least at the Knight-rank, but such an expert was killed by an ordinary person who had almost no strength to truss a chicken.

This was because of that backup move, that trump card.

And the facts proved once again how necessary Dean’s caution was—when turning over that undershirt of the other party, a hard object the size of a Gold Pulton at the corner of the shirt attracted Dean’s attention.

This was a Gold Coin imprinted with the head of the Conqueror King, similar to the current Gold Pulton, except for the head of the Conqueror King who once unified the entire Goedz—as the first King of Goth, this Conqueror King achieved the ultimate of a King, loving his subjects and expanding his territory, turning a duchy similar to a county into a magnificent empire that dominated the entire Goedz.

The story of this Conqueror King, if told, could not be finished in three days and three nights.

Moreover, as Dean who hated the other party’s Descendant, he had no mood to pay attention to those stories and legends, he only knew that he had another piece of physical evidence favorable to him in his hand—although he didn’t know how the Goth spies in Vauban County recognized each other and acted, this Gold Coin with the head of the Conqueror King was obviously the key to blend in.

Simply put, it was one of the proofs of identity.

As for the remaining proofs?

Dean’s gaze turned to the dead spy again, without any care, he completely stripped the other party naked, and then put the Corpse into the sack that previously hid the Crossbow—this corpse absolutely could not stay here now, he had to take it away, along with everything on the other party, including the Warhorse that was still wandering aside.

And those dead York Cavalry?

Dean simply searched the other party’s corpses; apart from two Daggers and a small amount of Silver Horn, there were no valuable items at all—you mean those Longswords, Armor, and warhorses?

In Yorkshire, a guy who was not a York Cavalry, holding a Longsword of the York Cavalry, wearing Armor of the York Cavalry, and riding a Warhorse of the York Cavalry, isn’t that thinking he’s not attracting enough attention and rushing to seek death?

When Dean walked around the field again, threw all those corpses onto the damaged carriage, and set it on fire, he watched the raging fire swallow the corpses, and then walked in front of those warhorses, hitting each horse’s buttocks once, and when those neighing warhorses had all run away without a trace, Dean then carried the spy’s corpse, placed it on the other party’s horse, and then, with his own items, jumped onto his own horse.

He shook the reins towards the direction the warhorses had galloped earlier.

Although Dean didn’t think that those subtle traces would be truly discovered by the York Cavalry, out of caution, he still chose to do so.

The best hiding place for a leaf is the forest, so the best hiding place for hoof prints is naturally among hoof prints.

After galloping for a full quarter of an hour like this, when he returned to that main road, Dean turned back to the correct direction, and then, without any stop, whipped his horse into a wild gallop.

After all, he was racing against time now, and any delay would cause consequences he absolutely did not want to see.