When he determined that the situation in front of him was extremely unfavorable for his future actions, Dean very simply chose to give up.

After that, he began to clean up the battlefield simply, most notably the special crossbow arrows of the hand crossbow, and the corpses of thieves - the former was obviously absolutely difficult to forge near the Tyr Territory, and Dean didn't mind using it again and again if he could; And the latter, as a thief, naturally has a considerable search value.

Ten seconds were brief, but after a complete search, on the latter's body, Dean found several bottles of potion to be identified, two daggers of different lengths and thicknesses, and several throwing knives, and only a few Kimptons remained, without the slightest identification item.

"Very standard thief style!"

With this in mind, Dean began to set up the scene, and after a simple arrangement, the whole room became messy, and it seemed that it had been a sudden, but slightly protracted battle—the moment people saw it, it would be a battle from within, but there was no doubt that both sides had this mentality.

Therefore, it will appear both sudden and persistent.

Based on what Dean saw in the Chamber of Secrets, and the presence of the thieves, it was clear that black eating black was the most appropriate.

After making full use of the room, especially the bloodstains, Dean divided the body into two parts, first hiding the thief's body in a bush in the corner of Moder's courtyard, and after making sure that he would not come closer, he would never show up, and then Dean left in the real sense of the word—in fact, the way of disposing of the corpse was definitely crude, but with the premise that Molde, the tax collector, could return at any time, it was the best way.

Of course, what is more important is that Dean is hinting at the haste in which another thief has left.

As for the reason for the hurry?

Injury, definitely a good reason—Dean was in the tax officer's courtyard, dripping with a few scattered pieces of blood, as if a wound had been bandaged and cracked by movement.

And such an arrangement will undoubtedly buy Dean a little time while misleading the other party-

"When Molde returned home, it was not right, and he searched the house carefully, and then, widely, outside the house, and then the blood I had deliberately left behind—because of the secret room, it would take at least five minutes, if not more, for Molde to search the room...... Well, I can get at least ten minutes or so! ”

Dean estimated in his heart, and his feet returned to the 'Snow Bear House' without stopping, and it was clear that for the small town of Tyre, ten minutes was enough for Dean to return to the 'Snow Bear House'.

"Is there a catch?"

Huck, the innkeeper, waved his only left hand and greeted Dean as he walked in - not that Dean was special, but that Huck treated each of his guests with such friendliness and warmth; Of course, as long as you don't offend his bottom line.

Otherwise, it would only be the hapless southern merchant.

"No, it's harder than I thought!"

Dean deliberately grimaced, shrugged his shoulders, and sat down at the bar.

"Don't worry, there's nothing you can't get by!"

The tall innkeeper comforted Dean with words that were completely inconsistent with his image, while a few familiar businessmen whistled and coaxed-

"Our Boss Huck has become a philosopher again!"

"Here, a toast to our 'Philosopher Huck'!"

"Cheers!"

……

In the face of the merchants' heckling, Huck first yelled viciously: "In this case, your wine money will be doubled!" ”

Soon, however, he himself began to laugh along with the crowd of merchants - for Huck, a former member of the Order and now an innkeeper, such a joke was innocuous at all, and even Huck himself would like to see it, because it would make him feel like he was back in the barracks.

"Please!"

Huck was undoubtedly in a good mood after laughing, and poured Dean a glass of wine—not the liquor that had been served with the meal, but a rum.

In fact, not everyone can appreciate that kind of spirit, and compared to such a spicy spirit, rum, which is mostly made of sugar cane honey, is so popular that even the natives of Tyrell will not refuse a glass of rum; Of course, most of the time, the price of rum is prohibitive for the locals of Tyre.

Maybe a glass of ordinary rum in the three southern counties is a matter of two or three coppers, but when you come to the north, especially in Tyre, which is close to the snowy forests, the long transportation that includes taxes and crises is enough to make its price increase by three, four, or even more.

So, getting a glass of rum in Tyre is a treat.

Therefore, Dean shows the prudence of a businessman.

"Really, really?"

Dean asked cautiously.

"Of course it's true!"

"Our Huck is 'Generous Huck'!"

Without waiting for Huck to answer, the surrounding merchants began to heckle again, and this time, Huck yelled loudly at his customers again, and in the midst of this deafening roar, Huck took the bottle again and poured a second glass for Dean in order to prove himself in front of Dean.

"One more drink!"

The innkeeper waved his hand and said so.

"Lucky boy!"

"You're in Huck's favor!"

The drinkers in the lobby of the inn had apparently long been accustomed to the boss's habits, and were not overly surprised at all; Still, the heckling continued.

It's just that this time, although Huck still roared like thunder, he didn't give Dean another drink.

Huck was tall and looked like he was big and thick, but he wasn't really stupid, he knew exactly how much his inn was earning in a day's day, and how much he was spending.

Once in a while, Huck won't mind, but Huck won't do it if he's generous.

"Thank you so much!"

Dean showed the immaturity of a young merchant who had 'left home', and while taking the glass full of rum to his side, he took out his money bag and insisted on paying it, and it was very unfortunate that the young man who had been treated in this way after 'leaving home' was in a bit of a hurry, and not only knocked over one of the wine glasses, but also fell his own money bag to the ground.

Bang!

Crash!

The sound of wooden cups falling on the ground was the sound of the latter being the money bag, and the latter was undoubtedly more attractive than the former, especially when a golden light flashed from the mouth of the money bag, and the merchants in the hotel lobby stared at it without blinking, as if they were hungry wolves with meat.

And this scene undoubtedly made the young man Dean 'scramble' even more, and he didn't even know what to do, until Huck picked up the money bag and put it in his arms, he seemed to come back to his senses.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Dean couldn't stop thanking him.

"Take your money bag and be careful when you're out alone!"

Huck waved his hand indifferently, and then, the huge only remaining left hand, just slapped it the bar, 'bang', and suddenly, woke up the surrounding merchants, Huck glanced at these people, and said very seriously: "Snow Bear House is my territory, and the rules here are my final say, understand?" ”

"Of course, of course!"

"That's right, that's right!"

The merchants, who were attracted by Kimpton's gaze and even dumbfounded, nodded their heads again and again, after all, they didn't want to be thrown out.

However, when Huck withdrew his gaze, these people looked at each other, and even one or two people chose to get up and leave, and the originally noisy atmosphere in the lobby became eerily quiet.

Undoubtedly, this made Dean, a young man who had 'left home' for the first time, seem very uneasy.

"I want to go back to my room!"

After drinking the remaining glass of rum, Dean said to Huck.

"Well, it's good there...... Don't leave your room if you don't need to - until you know what you're doing! ”

The innkeeper nodded, and kindly reminded Dean, who stumbled to the second floor, stumbling down the stairs as he slid and nearly fell—and with that was another crisp 'whoop' sound from Kimpton.

Once again, it attracts the people in the hotel lobby.

Huck sighed helplessly - at most, he was only in the inn to keep the poor little fellow safe, once he left the inn......

Glancing at the guys in the lobby, Huck sighed helplessly again.

There were a couple of 'double-dealers' out there, and, obviously, they were eyeing the little guy - and he couldn't really stop it.

After all, the Tyre Collar has the rules of the Tyre Collar, and the rules are different during the day and night.

He was a cripple with a missing arm, and he couldn't ignore these rules, day or night!

Reaching out and touching the empty sleeve of his shirt on his right, Huck was in a good mood, but suddenly became bad.

……

After returning to his room and confirming that there was no surveillance or tracking, Dean sighed and secretly apologized to Huck, a former member of the Knights.

After all, Dean knew very well what kind of pain he had caused this man who didn't seem to mind losing his right arm, but who was actually haunted by it—that feeling of powerlessness, Dean had too, so he knew it very well; Therefore, he decided to compensate the innkeeper of the former Knights afterwards.

But that's an afterthought!

As for now?

What Dean needed was to wait for it to get dark—to meet the Gosai spies lurking in Tyre's territory after dark.

That's right, in the previous scene, in addition to the 'death' of the identity he is now playing, it was more about leaving a code to attract Gao Sai's spies to meet him.

It wasn't worth it in the long run to kill the tax collector with one or two spies, but 'receiving' the Knights was the first thing Dean needed - if he couldn't even solve the matter at hand, then there was no more to say; Therefore, even if it is not cost-effective, Dean will not hesitate.

And it's not easy to leave a secret message under Huck's eyelids.

As a result, Dean had to throw out 'eye-catching' items.

And what could be more appropriate than Kimpton from the tax officer's back room?

As for giving up your current identity?

The murder of the town's tax collector and the disappearance of a merchant who had just moved into the 'Snow Bear House' would make even ordinary people suspicious - while the tax collector himself would have been suspicious and focused on the local thieves' union, Huck the owner of the 'Snow Bear House' was an ignorant man, and he was even more coarse and detailed.

Dean definitely doesn't want any accidents to happen to his plan, so it's better that this 'identity' that has just appeared is still 'dead'.

After all, there's no proof of death, is there?

ps, the second more ~~~ the third more will be said a little later~~ decadent again to ask for support~~~

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