Chapter 5: Plotting

Dean’s gloomy questioning voice rang out—

“Y-yes, it’s me!”

Ruman Bola nodded repeatedly, his voice carrying a trace of trembling.

Because, at this moment, he, who was sitting on the ground, had already clearly seen his dead guards; not only the one who went to deliver the message, but also the one guarding outside the door, at this moment both were sitting slumped in the corridor, their chests without any rise and fall, which all indicated that the two were already dead.

Ruman Bola, who lacked his claws and fangs, was like a little white sheep at this moment, without any of the prestige he had in the restaurant before, and he said tremblingly: “Y-Your Excellency, may I ask what business you have? If you need money, it is in the box by the bedside; there are two hundred Gold Pultons inside!”

Ruman Bola, at this moment, understood his situation very well, and almost without hesitation, he spoke out the ‘most valuable’ thing—the other party could kill two guards silently, and clearly could also finish him off silently; facing such a desperate criminal, a Noble Title and personal honor were of no use at all, only Gold Pultons were the voucher that could allow him to continue living.

As the person in charge of the Bola Family’s underground business, Ruman Bola was very clear about this.

Therefore, although his words were slightly stuttering, his enunciation was exceptionally clear, especially when mentioning the quantity of ‘two hundred Gold Pultons’, it was incomparably clear—if it were truly an ordinary petty thief, hearing the huge sum of two hundred Gold Pultons would definitely shift their attention; however, it was a pity that what this Lord faced was Dean, who intended to take the other party’s life in the first place.

As for asking about other things?

In the previous life, in order to get rid of that Vice Regiment Commander, Dean had already investigated the Bola Family clearly, even the background of every important figure in the family.

Therefore, what he needed more was the Blood of the Bola Family—

Pfft!

The blade of the Longsword and the throat crossed each other, and the palm pressed tightly over his mouth caused this Lord’s shout to stop in shock before it could even come out.

Until the other party stopped twitching, and after adding another sword thrust to the other party’s heart and throwing the other party’s Corpse onto the bed, Dean then began to check the surroundings, and quickly collected things that were more valuable than the box by the bedside that the other party mentioned—it was a bag inside a pajama belonging to Ruman in the wardrobe.

Even through the bag, the moment Dean’s hands touched this bag, he could be certain that this was a bag of gems; and the subsequent inspection further confirmed Dean’s guess—in fact, for a person in charge of a family’s underground business like Ruman, even for a person in charge of a small or medium-sized family’s underground business, the other party would not carry many Gold Pultons on them, let alone the Bola Family was not small.

And compared to the heavy Gold Pultons, those unmarked gems were much higher in value—not only convenient, but also safe; one must know that people who kill for money existed even in the Capital of Emerald, let alone after leaving the Capital of Emerald.

As for how Dean knew?

In the original trajectory, he had acted as a person who ‘killed for money’ countless times.

And this time, even though he had other goals, it seemed no exception—after carefully estimating the value of these gems, Dean satisfactorily tucked the bag containing the gems into his inner lining; one must know that in the days to come, he would need quite a lot of Gold Pultons.

Although Lainey gave all her jewelry to Dean, it was still far from enough for what Dean was going to do—moreover, unless necessary, Dean absolutely did not plan to use that jewelry; because, based on the experience of the previous life, Dean could be certain that was all of Lainey’s jewelry.

Therefore, to Dean, that was definitely not as simple as just a bag of jewelry.

The meaning contained on it made Dean’s heart, cold as a blade, carry a trace of warmth.

Dean stood up, moved the two Corpses named Dock and the other guard who delivered the message from outside, and placed them by the bed; then, after carefully checking again and confirming that there were no flaws when looking in from the door of the corridor, he slowly retreated from the room.

However, Dean did not leave, but hid in a Shadow opposite the inn—thanks to that deceased Lord, who booked the entire inn, he did not need to be distracted by superfluous people; he only needed to pay attention to the night patrol team in Horn Town.

Just as that restaurant Attendant reminded—Captain Mark is a truly dedicated person!

It is just a pity… his ability is really not up to much!

Watching the loose patrol team below with many blind spots, Dean let go of his last bit of worry—originally, he thought that here, he would need to spend some effort; even, if he had known this earlier, he would not have needed to leave that deceased Lord’s room at all, just quietly waiting would have been enough.

However, Dean did not regret this.

After all, cautious behavior is not worth regretting!

Because, at some inconspicuous times, it is precisely this kind of caution that allows you to keep your life—Dean, who had personal experience, kept this habit in mind.

After Dean waited for a long time, and the patrol team below had already conducted their third round, two figures appeared on the street in the distance—borrowing the Shadow intertwined between the lights and the houses, they slowly moved towards this inn; although this movement could not be called skilled, it could also be seen that they were absolutely not novices.

Avoiding that Captain Mark’s patrol team was more than enough.

Similarly, for Dean to follow behind them, there was no difficulty either—Dean, who possessed sufficiently rich experience, facing two half-baked novices, was very skilled.

Even, being separated by less than two yards, that robber did not realize there was someone behind him.

That is right, they were robbers—even if not because of the memories in his mind, after seeing the other party’s behavior and clothing, Dean could recognize them at a glance.

And in fact, back then, it was precisely because of these two robbers that an event that shook the upper class of the Capital of Emerald occurred—the brother of the Patriarch of the Bola Family, the Vice Minister of Finance, Lord Ruman Bola, was killed in his room and his property was robbed; the murderer was pursued for thousands of miles by the Vice Regiment Commander of the Central Knight Order, Bokorz Bola, and was captured and brought to justice.

Of course, that was only on the surface.

Secretly, the benefits obtained by that Vice Regiment Commander of the Central Knight Order, Bokorz Bola, were far more than that—not only did he find the smuggling passage in the Northland of the Emerald Kingdom, which made the Bola Family leap to become a top family in the Emerald Kingdom in just one year, but he also made the other party’s Father remove the word ‘Vice’, becoming the Minister of Finance, forcing the Javier Family where Lainey belonged to use marriage to exchange for such a promising ally.

And this was precisely the cause of Lainey’s passing.

Therefore, even if not for the consideration of future plans, just for Lainey alone, that Northland smuggling passage that made the Bola Family rise, Dean was determined to get!

Moreover, the current Dean desperately needed that smuggling passage filled with Gold Pultons!

Such an obsession in his heart made Dean’s Longsword even faster and more hidden—after silently approaching, Dean covered the mouth of the robber in front of him with one hand, slit his throat with one sword, and then the raised sword hilt struck down heavily, knocking out the other robber who had just stepped into Ruman’s room and had just noticed something.

Then, throwing the dead robber by Ruman’s bed, picking up the box full of Gold Pultons and the unconscious robber, Dean retreated once more.

Although there was an extra money box and a person, Dean’s footsteps still remained light; from beginning to end, the inn owner who fell into a deep sleep leaning inside the counter did not notice anything—in fact, encountering such a Big Shot who booked the entire inn, apart from the Gold Pulton income, for the inn, what was more valued was such a peaceful sleep.

Because, he did not need to worry about guests checking in late at night or making excessive requests anymore, he did not even need to attend to that Big Shot—those Retainers and Guards of the other party did a much better job than them; simply put, it was as if it was a festival, and they were as happy as if they had received gifts.

However, this time for this owner, it was not that easy; when Ruman Bola’s identity was exposed, that narrow-minded Vice Regiment Commander of the Central Knight Order, after finding nothing, would inevitably take his anger out on him.

But, Dean did not have any thought of helping the other party—between helping the other party and exposing his covert status and waiting for the opportunity, Dean undoubtedly chose the latter.

After all, the relationship between the two parties could not be called that close, could it?

As for the other party being a good person who should not suffer such injustice?

Dean could swear that among the three inn owners in Horn Town, none could be called good people; and countless traveling merchants could testify to this.

Of course, Dean did not need to.