This time the pounce was no different from the previous one, and in Dean's easy dodge, the opponent fell to the canvas again.

And with this fall, the other party seemed to have exhausted all his strength, curled up in the corner, and began to gasp for air.

Moreover, as the chest rose and fell violently, some of the scabs on the other party's body began to crack, and more pus flowed out of them; In this small cell, a strange stench rippled.

"It stinks! Originally, you should be like me, well-dressed and respected, honored, and noble; Pity...... You are so unruly that you don't want to share such a secret, but you don't know that you are not the only one in this world who knows such a secret! ”

Dean deliberately waved his hand and took a step back to distance himself from the other.

And in the discourse, another misleading began.

Dean wanted to know the whereabouts of the remaining [Demon Blood Daggers], but the other party would not tell him lightly, so Dean could only give the other party some illusions: he also knew the whereabouts of the [Demon Blood Dagger].

Doing so is undoubtedly risky.

Because, he is likely to be confronted, once the other party asks, and he can't answer, he will naturally show his stuffing, and the previous qiē has become useless.

So, Dean needs to take more initiative.

"You know what? How much Kimpton did I get in exchange for this secret? Twenty thousand! A full 20,000 Kimpton...... Then I gave a half-truth, and the guys went away in ecstasy - you thieves are so stupid, I'd love to know. News of their eventual tragic death. After all. That's a gold-level powerhouse! ”

In Dean's words, he began to vague the information as much as possible, only talking about thieves and gold-level powerhouses, and the rest focused on his gains.

Because, he knows very well that only in this way can he make the other party jealous and resentful.

As for whether the [Demon Blood Dagger] is in the hands of a certain gold level?

Dean can't be sure, but Dean can be sure that neither can the other party.

After all. It was a gold-level powerhouse, and the other party couldn't touch it at all.

"You'll never know how powerful the thieves are!"

Ramoz shouted angrily.

However, his voice was very low, and it was obvious that he was too much to do anything, and even speaking became laborious.

"What's the use of them no matter how strong they are? I've taken them away for the time being, and I'm going to find the few remaining [Demon Blood Daggers], and when I fuse them, do I still have to worry about the thieves?" ”

Dean replied with a sneer.

In an instant, Ramoz had nothing more to say. But he became more and more resentful.

Because, this qiē should have been his!

And then. He suddenly felt a hint of coldness, not the coldness brought about by the dampness in the prison, but another kind of ...... Killing Intent!

Subconsciously, Ramoz raised his head, and he saw a pair of cold eyes.

The kind full of murderous intent.

For such a look, Ramoz thinks he can't be mistaken.

Suddenly, Ramoz had a realization in his heart - the other party didn't really come to show off, but more because he wanted to kill people!

That's right, it's killing people!

Aside from him, I was the only one left to know the whereabouts of those [Demon Blood Daggers], and he would never allow a third person to know.

"No, no! It can't be like this...... Even if I die, I will never make you feel better! ”

Such thoughts appeared in the bottom of Ramoz's heart, like the slippery feeling of being entwined by a poisonous snake, which made him tremble all over, and then the venom was injected into a desperate struggle.

"Horshshire, Mar......"

Ramoz shouted, but it was still low, and it was getting lower.

Dean frowned, approached the other man, and stretched out his palm to wipe the other's neck—there was no movement there.

Ramoz, dead.

Died when he was about to reveal the whereabouts of the Demon Blood Dagger.

Dean's brow furrowed for a moment, and finally his palm swept up, covering the other's eyes, and slid slightly.

Let the other person's eyes close.

This is not kindness, but only a reward.

The other party can be regarded as giving him a clue anyway-

At the very least, Dean now knew that the Demon Blood Dagger was supposed to be in Horshshire, at least, there were clues there, and the monophonic 'Mar' seemed to be able to say something.

Whether it's one of the names of a person, or a place.

In short, it doesn't mean that Dean is left empty-handed.

Dean then left the cell and returned to the hallway with the oil lamp.

"I'm sorry, Ellen...... Ramoz, dead! ”

With an apology, Dean said; Ellen was stunned for a moment, and then, with a wave of his hand indifferently, said, "That guy himself is running out of gas...... Just now he shouted excitedly twice, it is not surprising that he died early! ”

"Well, I originally wanted to pretend to be in contact with the other party's accomplices, but I didn't expect to be discovered!"

Dean nodded and said so.

He was sure that there was no one outside the cell door before.

Again, Dean once again apologized for such a lie.

"It's okay, Dean!"

However, the chief guard obviously misunderstood Dean's apology again, and immediately waved his hand again, and motioned for the guards on the side to go and dispose of the corpse.

And he led Dean towards the ground.

"In a moment, I will explain the whole process to His Excellency the Baron!"

Dean said as he walked up.

"Actually, Dean you don't have to be like this at all, you're just a thief!"

The chief of the guard said after a deep sigh.

Apparently, the chief guard thought Dean was making a fuss.

"If this were the Zelgaon Territory, I would never be, but this is the Tyre Territory...... Although I have a very good relationship with Baron Tyre, there are a few things. Still needs to be done; After all. This time it is. But if something like this happens again, can I ignore it and continue like this? So, in order to avoid such a thing, I think it is better to make it clear the first time! ”

Dean said seriously.

And this is not perfunctory, it is Dean's truest thoughts.

It's something he thinks allies have to abide by -- of course. Because of Ramoz's death, Dean needs to make amends for Baron Tyre more.

Therefore, when Baron Tyre saw the money bag in front of him, he was a little stunned.

"Dean, what is this?"

Baron Tyre frowned at the bag of no less than fifty Kimptons, and then looked at Dean.

"Ramoz is dead, because of my fault!"

Dean looked apologetically at Baron Tyre. He pushed the money bag towards Baron Tyre again; Ellen walked over and whispered softly.

"It's not your fault. After all, that guy should have died a long time ago! ”

Baron Tyre laughed when he heard what his chief of guard said, and he pushed the money bag back to Dean.

"Although the end result will not change, I have a responsibility in the process - since it is my own responsibility, then I need to bear it, which is one of my most basic principles...... Please don't excuse yourself again! ”

At the end of the day, Dean's face became more and more solemn.

"This, this ......"

Looking at Dean with a solemn face, Baron Tyre became embarrassed.

He didn't want the money bag in front of him, because, as he said, the robber should have died a long time ago; Or rather...... Sooner or later, death will be inevitable.

And now, because of death, he has brought him coins.

If it was someone else's coin, Baron Tyre wouldn't think too much about it, but Dean's coin, he needed to think about it; After all, the two sides were allies, and Dean was always giving away most of his profits to himself, and now he had to collect the coins, which was too much for Baron Tyre.

However, wanting to refuse, looking at Dean's solemn face, Baron Tyre didn't know how to refuse.

At this time, Ikos on the side was the sleeve of Baron Tyre, and after glancing at Baron Tyre, this staff member took the initiative to stand up-

"Dean, Lord Baron has prepared a gift for you!"

The staff said.

"Yes, yes, look at my treasures!"

Baron Tyre reacted immediately.

Since coins must be accepted, it is enough to give gifts of corresponding value.

"No, it can't be corresponding, it has to be a cut higher!"

Baron Tyre shook his head in his heart, and then, such a decision was made.

So, when Dean left, one of the two tapestries in Baron Tyre's possession became Dean's belongings—something that Dean couldn't cry or laugh about.

He could see Baron Tyre's reluctance.

However, before he could say anything, Baron Tyre resolutely placed the tapestry in his hand, and then went straight back to the room.

Apparently, came an out of sight and out of mind.

"Alas!"

Dean touched the tapestry and sighed deeply.

For the first time, he realized so profoundly.

"Siren, when you return to the realm, send the porcelain vase from Da Ander to the hands of Baron Tyre-hmm...... In the name of thanking Your Excellency the Baron for taking care of me for so long, remember to be sincere! ”

Dean commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

Siren smiled and nodded.

For Baron Tyre, they also deeply understood - they also understood why the Tyre Lords were always not rich, with such a lord, although he was a good person, but it was too difficult to become rich.

Dean and his party returned to Zelgan just before sunset.

After disbanding on the spot, a fairly hearty dinner began.

The large pot of pickles and horned mutton was placed in the barracks's canteen, and the fragrance wafting out made Dean's appetite flutter - and the people who returned with him, Siren and the others, as well as a team of veterans, did not need to be 'baptized' before the meal, so they could watch the competition between the veterans and recruits around them.

"My lord, that assassin wants to see you!"

And as Dean sat behind the table, watching his subordinates scramble, Huck whispered in Dean's ear.

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