Chapter 29: Accident

The information about the [Demon Blood Dagger] instantly appeared in the information bar that only Dean could see. When he saw the so-called ‘Devil’s Will’, Dean frowned thoughtfully—he guessed why Mold had treated the Grand Duchess so ‘brainless’ly.

Undoubtedly, the ‘Devil’s Will’ had not been passed once.

However, it was obvious that this time, Tax Officer Mold did not need to worry about such things—picking up the [Demon Blood Dagger], Dean narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flickering.

After all, what he needed was not just the [Demon Blood Dagger], but also the other party’s evil life.

Of course, because he possessed a [Will] with the highest attribute of 2.0, far exceeding the first test, Dean was not worried about the ‘Devil’s Will’ for the time being. However, regarding the other attributes of the [Demon Blood Dagger], Dean treated them quite seriously—

First, there was the [Flesh Absorption] he was exceptionally concerned about!

Using vigorous Health (Knight level) as the nourishment for absorption really made Dean frown at first, especially after seeing that 1% conversion of maximum Strength; Dean’s brows were locked tightly together.

However, soon after, Dean felt relieved.

If it could really convert any life, even if it was less than 1%, or even lower, with Mold’s character, it would have been enough for him to grow to an unbridled level.

After all, the other party was someone who absolutely did not care about slaughter.

“To possess this is already something others cannot envy!”

Such words appearing in his heart made Dean’s brows smooth out quickly, and he looked at another attribute of the [Demon Blood Dagger]: [Minor Toxin].

Obviously, the minor level of ‘Constitution related’ determined that this attribute would be invincible when facing characters below the Knight level.

Similarly, when facing characters at the Knight level or above, its effect would be minimal.

However, Dean was not discouraged.

To know, when facing a real Knight level, he had many ways to win and did not need to rely on a Dagger—what he valued more was the attribute of [Flesh Absorption].

After all, this was the greatest help for the rapid increase of his Strength in the early stage.

As for vigorous Health?

There was no shortage in the Snowplains Dense Forest; whether it was Snow Bears or the strong ones among the bandits, they were all his best targets.

Phew!

Taking a deep breath, feeling the light weight in his hand, Dean’s arm waved repeatedly; suddenly, a bewitching red color flickered silently in the dim Secret Room, and a faint smell of blood overflowed—this light came from the twisted and curved blade of the [Demon Blood Dagger], and that bloody smell was the unique negative energy on this Magic Weapon.

Not only when waving it, even if worn for a long time, such a bloody smell would stain the body.

Therefore, that Tax Officer Mold, who was about to accept the ‘Baptism’, had placed it here in advance.

However, this undoubtedly benefited Dean.

Because of the special shape of the [Demon Blood Dagger], it did not have a sheath, so Dean wrapped it with the prepared cowhide and placed it inside his clothes at the side of his waist.

Patrolling the small room once more, confirming there was nothing left behind, Dean returned to the bedroom above, twisting the mechanism to close the secret door again.

Then, he quickly but carefully cleared the traces he had left in the whole room.

Then, Dean lay in ambush in the room, quietly waiting for the return of the room owner.

However, what Dean did not expect was that the first one he waited for was not Tax Officer Mold—

Click, click!

The sound of picking inside the lock hole suddenly appeared, making Dean, who was lurking, frown.

Obviously, the owner used a key, not the same method as him.

Therefore, the comer was an uninvited guest with the same identity as him!

Very soon, with a distinct crisp sound, the door with the lock core triggered just opened like that, the kind that was silent.

Because, throughout the process, a palm was gently holding the door leaf, making it impossible for the door to make the slightest sound—although this was not an outstanding skill, it was enough to show that this was a powerful and very steady palm; whether it was a Thief or a hunter, they needed such a palm.

And after that, the other party closed the trapdoor mechanism without checking at all, acting as if entering his own home, which made Dean certain of the other party’s identity: Thief!

Moreover, it was the Thief who set traps for Tax Officer Mold.

After thinking about it, associating it with the unfinished passage in the Tax Officer’s Secret Room that was made by himself, suddenly, a picture appeared in front of Dean.

This was not a difficult story to guess.

Just by thinking about the relationship between the two parties, one would naturally come up with the whole story—the relationship between the two was undoubtedly a naked relationship of profit, and it was the kind that could not see the light.

Greed and darkness, intertwined, undoubtedly led to mutual guard, plus the ambition of both sides.

Obviously, one side had to die.

Such an ending was destined from the beginning of the Transaction!

Of course, if one side gave in, such a result would naturally not appear—but as far as Ye Qi knew, that Tax Officer Mold was not a person who would give in. Even if he gave in for the moment, he would demand it back several times over later.

As for the Thief of that Tax Officer Mold?

Although Dean did not have the other party’s memory, the fact that the other party appeared here was enough to prove everything.

The other party walked through the corridor as if entering his own home and stepped into the living room—a moment before the other party entered the living room, Dean silently closed the door of the master bedroom.

After that, he could only rely on his ears to distinguish the other party’s actions.

However, obviously, because he entered the room and the traps in the room were arranged by the other party, this Thief’s footsteps were not concealed again.

And these clear footsteps allowed Dean to fully grasp the other party’s movements—without the slightest hesitation, the other party ignored other places and walked straight towards the master bedroom.

Obviously, regarding Mold’s Secret Room, this Mr. Thief knew it very clearly.

Of course, that also included the traps in the master bedroom.

Click!

The crossbow mechanism that had just been reactivated by Dean was closed again, and the door was pushed open the next moment—

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

And the moment the door was pushed open, three crossbow arrows were fired from Dean’s Hand Crossbow.

For this opponent who could deceive his hearing at the beginning, Dean would absolutely not be careless, and one of his trump cards was used as soon as he struck—although the Thief was best at concealing his figure, and at that time the two sides were still separated by a door, this still showed that the other party was not a rookie.

In addition, the traps arranged in Mold’s room were enough to show that the other party was a veteran.

Dean was willing to fight with a mercenary who could be called a good hand, or even a real Knight, rather than fight with a veteran Thief.

Because, the other party was like him, neither would attack from the front.

Daggers and crossbow arrows in the dark, and the poison on them, were the favorites of Thieves. Moreover, once in a disadvantaged state, they would escape immediately.

Therefore, to avoid future trouble, once fighting with an enemy like a Thief, the best way was to kill with one strike—this was the advice given to Dean by the most painful lesson in his memory; and Dean was absolutely unwilling to face the lingering on the edge of death again, especially after he started over once.

Puff! Puff!

Facing the sudden and unexpected attack, this Mr. Thief, apart from tilting his head to dodge the first crossbow arrow shooting towards his head, the remaining two crossbow arrows shooting towards his chest really hit the target.

Although Dean did not have time to apply poison, the strong spring of the Hand Crossbow made the two crossbow arrows tear a big hole in this Mr. Thief’s chest, and the heart, as the most important organ of humans, was pierced the first time.

“Uh, uh…”

This Mr. Thief looked at Dean who appeared in the bedroom, with a surprised face wanting to say something, but apart from the arrow that pierced the heart, another arrow undoubtedly shot into his lung. Blood flowed back up the trachea, choking back into his mouth, making his words unable to form a sound.

However, looking at the other party’s unwilling appearance, Dean also knew what the other party wanted to say.

It was nothing more than expressing his surprise and attachment to life.

Regarding this, Dean was not interested at all.

He just looked at the other party’s Corpse with a bit of annoyance, even if a white light ball of [XP+5] floated from above, it could not make Dean’s mood better—obviously, even if he disposed of the Corpse in time, the bloody smell that would not dissipate for a short time would definitely make Mold, who might return at any time, alert, and this was extremely unfavorable for Dean who wanted to assassinate the other party.

The simplest thing was that after smelling the bloody smell, the other party only needed to retreat quickly out of the door and shout, and he would fall into isolation.

With his current Strength, facing the Guards in the town, three or five would naturally be no problem, but once the number reached double digits, it would definitely be something Dean could not bear at the moment.

Only a real Knight had the ability to face a squad of Guards.

And obviously, the current Dean was not one yet.

As for betting that the other party would not find the bloody smell?

If it were an ordinary person, Dean would definitely bet, but a person who wore a Magic Weapon like the [Demon Blood Dagger] for a long time was too familiar with the bloody smell and negative energy, so it was not worth Dean betting.

Because Dean knew that if he bet, he would lose everything.