Chapter 27: Demon Blood Dagger

“This is your room!”

Huck led Dean toward a corner on the second floor—as for those merchants from the South, they entered a large room behind the first-floor hall, where a large bunk bed capable of holding thirty people was waiting for them to choose from.

“I need hot bath water, and food, of course, it would be even better if there is wine!”

Dean pretended to be satisfied as he looked around the room, while stating the demands he ought to make.

“Hot bath water is only provided at night, food is provided at any time, one portion for two Copper Coins, if you add wine, add one more Copper Coin!”

“No problem! I need an extra portion of wine! The rest can be settled when I leave!”

Saying this, Dean took out two Silver Horns and placed them in Huck’s hand.

“Of course, the food will be here soon!”

Huck answered with a smile—obviously, anyone was welcome as long as they didn’t haggle over every ounce.

And just five minutes later, Huck came back carrying a food tray, on which large chunks of potatoes, sausages, and some pickled vegetables made up all the food; the portion was very generous, enough for two adults to have a full meal; of course, the taste was also quite good.

Placing the food tray in front of Dean, and watching Dean gobble down the food, Huck, who was also a part-time chef, laughed loudly, while placing two warm wine pots in front of Dean, reminding him: “Unlike the wine in your Three Southern Counties, the wine here is mainly for driving away the cold, it is very strong!”

“Strong Liquor? I think I will like it, when will the first batch of hunters be able to return?”

Dean asked indistinctly while eating—this was not pretending, but Dean, who hadn’t slept all night and had gone through several battles, was truly hungry; however, no matter how hungry he was, Dean didn’t forget the identity he was currently disguised as, and asked Huck for news that he ought to care about.

“At the fastest, it will take two weeks, but I suggest you don’t hold too much hope, those fresh furs will all be reserved; if you want to find furs, I suggest you go ask the residents in the town… although they are some old furs, it’s better than you returning empty-handed!”

Huck once again gave a kind reminder.

“Thank you for the news, but… I still want to wait!”

Dean expressed his thanks, but his face showed the shrewdness of a merchant.

“Everything is your choice!”

Huck waved his hand indifferently, turned around and walked out of the room—for these merchants, as long as they didn’t break his rules, Huck didn’t have much ill feeling, of course, he wouldn’t have much good feeling either; therefore, facing Dean who wouldn’t listen to advice, Huck just showed the regret of being an innkeeper.

After all, merchants themselves come for profit.

Click!

The door closed, and listening to Huck’s footsteps fading away, Dean continued to eat his food, until more than half of the food, which was enough for two adults, was eaten, he then stopped; then, he didn’t touch those two still warm wine pots, after all, for what he was going to do in a while, drinking was very inappropriate.

Of course, before setting off, he needed a brief rest.

You know, in order to deal with that Regiment Commander of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, he had only rested for less than ten hours in the past three days, and if counting only yesterday, he hadn’t really rested at all up to now.

The principle of balancing work and rest, Dean knew very clearly.

Therefore, under the premise that time allowed, he didn’t mind resting for two or three hours.

…

When Dean woke up again, the snow fog shrouding Tier Town had all dispersed, and the Sun in the sky brought rare warmth to the whole Tier Town, some local women of Tier Town even hung some tanned furs outside their front doors—when their husbands and sons went out hunting, the women of Tier Territory, as wives and Mothers, would become the pillars of the family, not only chopping wood and cooking, but also taking care of young children and elderly people, and even, when encountering some special events, they, picking up bows and arrows, were shooters that could not be ignored.

The hunters in Tier Territory, for the most part, were not distinguished by gender.

After greeting the enthusiastic Huck, Dean walked out of the Snow Bear’s Home—for a merchant from the South, after eating and drinking his fill, and having had enough rest, not going to tour around a strange and peculiar town was really too weird.

In fact, about half an hour ago, the Southern merchants sleeping on the bunk bed had already gone out in groups.

As for Dean, who ‘also came from the South’?

Obviously, the difference in accommodation location made them subconsciously ignore Dean.

And regarding this, Dean was naturally more than happy to accept.

Disguised as a merchant, Dean toured around the entire familiar Tier Town, and from time to time pretended to ask about the prices of those furs hanging at the door of the houses, then with the attitude of comparing goods from different shops, he moved closer to that Mold’s residence—unlike ordinary residents, this Tax Officer’s residence was near the center of Tier Town, and had an independent courtyard.

Of course, there was still a considerable gap compared to Baron Tier, who owned the entire East District of Tier Town as his residence.

The differences in identity and status, and the differences in enjoyed rights, were always obvious in these aspects.

However, precisely because of this, it would make some ambitious people strive to catch up—for such people, Dean couldn’t say he hated them, because to some extent, he was also a similar person at this moment; but, for Mold the Tax Officer, there was a fundamental difference.

Whether it was the other party colluding with the Ferrchelen Knight Order to rob and massacre merchant caravans, or the subsequent actions, Dean and the other party had long been destined to be in opposing camps.

“What place is that?”

Dean pretended to be surprised and pointed at the house belonging to Mold not far away to the elderly Lady in front of him.

“That is the residence of Tax Officer Lord Mold… Lord Mold will go to Vauban City in two days to accept the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ and become a real Knight! With such noble character, Lord Mold becoming a Knight Lord is simply most fitting!”

When mentioning that Tax Officer, the elderly Lady in front of Dean immediately started talking non-stop.

And the news obtained also confirmed Dean’s memory—in fact, facing Potts, the Regiment Commander of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, the slightly risky battle at the end to save time was more for the sake of getting ahead of Mold’s ‘Knight’s Baptism’, after all, once the other party accepted the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ and became a Knight, for the current him, it was definitely not a good thing.

Although accepting the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ had a certain probability of success, Dean knew that Mold would definitely succeed, because the other party had an extremely special item on him: Demon Blood Dagger!

In fact, not only smoothly completing the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ and becoming a real Knight, the reason why the other party was able to shine in the first Blood Moon War was also greatly related to the Demon Blood Dagger—that ability to strengthen oneself through the enemy’s Blood was simply comparable to some legendary items.

Therefore, Dean’s trip to Tier Town, besides eliminating this deeply hidden collaborator of Potts in advance, another important purpose was for this Demon Blood Dagger—although the Grand Duchess mentioned that this Demon Blood Dagger had some restrictions, for Dean who urgently needed to improve his Strength at this moment, he wouldn’t care about these at all.

Moreover, Dean could be certain that at this moment the Demon Blood Dagger was inside the other party’s house—

The preciousness of the Demon Blood Dagger was naturally unquestionable, anyone would carry it with them.

Mold would certainly be no exception, but, this was only under normal circumstances!

In two days, the other party would go to Vauban City, and under the witness of that Marquis Vauban and the local High Priest of the Divine Church, accept the ‘Baptism’, although the latter was only participating as an observer, the identity of the High Priest of the Divine Church had long determined that even as an observer, the other party had considerable influence.

Especially when the person accepting the ‘Baptism’ showed signs of negative energy aura on their body.

Therefore, as long as Mold hadn’t lost his mind, he would have temporarily let the Demon Blood Dagger leave him about a week ago, and placed it in a safe place, in order not to be contaminated with the aura of negative energy.

So, this was Dean’s chance!

After bidding farewell to that elderly Lady, Dean carefully made a detour, and after confirming that he hadn’t attracted anyone’s attention, he turned around and arrived outside Mold’s residence, with a flip he crossed the low wall and jumped into the courtyard, with a flash he arrived at the other party’s door, and a thin and long iron wire appeared in his hand, which he inserted into the other party’s door lock.

Click!

Skilled memory, and the backward door lock, allowed Dean to enter unimpeded the next moment.

Carefully pushing open the door, Dean cautiously dodged and stepped inside.