During the day, Dean's inspection of his equipment and Huck's several admonitions were spent - it was clear that the innkeeper was still not very reassured by the young man, and more than once appeared in his room today, interrupting Dean's sorting and inspection of his equipment, and also proposing to ask Dean to 'hire a few guards'.

Although Huck assured him that he would be able to find enough reliable guards to keep him safe, Dean, who had a plan of his own, had to refuse the innkeeper's offer.

Huck could only shake his head helplessly.

And, obviously, Dean was also divided into the kind of businessmen who 'want money and don't want to die', and in the end, they didn't bother to pay attention to Dean.

And Dean could only smile helplessly again in his heart.

However, Dean's wry smile with goodwill was soon interrupted by a group of 'unpleasant guests' - at lunchtime, Dean temporarily left his room and appeared in the lobby of the hotel, but Dean frowned when he saw that there were far more people in the lobby than yesterday.

That kind of ill-intentioned, looking up and down, made Dean understand that these people were coming at him.

For these 'unfortunate guests', Dean, who made a qiē yesterday, naturally knows it, but the number of the other party is a little unexpected.

And, as time went on, the number of people gathered increased.

When it was time for dinner, I couldn't even sit in the spacious lobby of the Snow Bear House.

So much so that Dean had to return to his room to eat with his plate, and during this time, those greedy eyes kept staring at Dean until Dean disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Click!

Dean closed the door of his room, and locked it - although the number of people was a bit more than he expected, Dean had no intention of abandoning his original plan.

Even, such a large number of people is a very good situation for Dean.

Not only is it able to create a more chaotic scene, but his choice of 'stand-in' has also greatly increased.

As for the death of the 'stand-in'?

Since they were able to reach the 'Snow Bear House' in such a short time, it is clear that these people are professional bandits - and only professional bandits can have such a distant source of information.

Therefore, there is no need for so-called conscience condemnation at all.

……

Night, after Dean had eaten the last bite of food, had fallen completely, and except for the lights of the 'Snow Bear House', which was still relatively bright, the lights of the entire town of Tyre could only be provided by the patrolling guards and the manor of the baron in the eastern part of Tyre.

And Dean is carefully looking for his 'goal'!

Unlike last night's relaxed, after a long day's rest, the Tyre guards were in good spirits today, just look at the bandits who smelled Kimpton but didn't dare to stay on the streets of Tyre at night.

Of course, not all bandits dare not make such a reservation.

At the very least, Dean had seen no less than five men knocked to the ground by the patrol guards of Tyre and escorted to the outpost's dungeon.

Naturally, these people are not Dean's 'targets'!

He needed the kind of runners who could hide well and resemble him.

As for the countenance?

Dean doesn't want that.

However, he had already thought of a way to make amends—in order to torture more Kimpton, the cruel robber tortured the young man, and even scratched the other man's face.

This is not an exaggeration, in fact, compared to the simple death penalty of hanging, many criminal laws are in the hands of some bandits, in order to establish their prestige, and the object is naturally their opponents, or the target of the attack; And one of Baron Tyre's uncles was treated cruelly in this way, so he didn't have the slightest affection for any bandits, and kept searching for them.

To put it simply, there is no shortage of such cruel guys near Tyre.

And this naturally brings convenience to Dean.

In fact, a few moments after leaving the 'Snow Bear House', Dean already had his own 'harvest' - a bandit hiding in the eaves and corners of a house.

The other party's hidden traces, daggers and short knives on his body are enough to prove the identity of the other party.

And the body shape similar to Dean, without any tattoos, birthmarks and other conspicuous marks on his body, is undoubtedly in line with Dean's choice.

However, Dean didn't kill the other party right away.

If the smell of blood appears, it will undoubtedly make it more difficult for him to leave.

Therefore, when he came to last night's position, Dean ended the other party's life-

【xp+1】

The experience provided confirms the accuracy of Dean's one-sword throat seal; Of course, before the other time, Dean had already started his own arrangement, first he could not leave a single qiē that could prove the identity of the other party, and then there were some traces of 'torture'.

As for why it wasn't arranged after the death of the other party?

The traces of 'torture' before and after death may be indistinguishable for ordinary people, but for some veterans, it is too simple.

They will judge the scars on the other person's body lightly according to the contraction of their skin and muscles.

Naturally, Dean wouldn't leave such a handle to the other party—although, he was very skeptical that there was such a veteran in Tyre.

And after doing a qiē, all that's left is to wait!

As usual last night, the spy leader didn't keep Dean waiting long, and appeared with another figure—a cloak obscuring it, but the occasional appearance made Dean confirm that this was what he was waiting for.

"My lord, I hope you will have a pleasant conversation with Lord Molde!"

After the spy leader finished speaking, he bowed slightly and retreated not far away-it was clear that the spy leader definitely did not want to participate in the period except to maintain his respect for Dean, even if he had already informed another big man that Dean was here.

If you want to please such a skill on both sides, of course, you can't just look at one side of the ice, what he needs is to take care of both sides.

"Molde?"

Dean confirmed that the spy leader was far away, and after making sure that the other party could not see and hear the conversation here, he asked the tax collector in front of him.

"Yes, my lord! Molde is honored to be able to serve you and the Gosai! ”

Having received a few words from the chief spy about the 'great man' in front of him, Molde showed his respect and modesty as he did to Baron Tyre, for he knew that the man in front of him was the one who could help him; And for such people, Molde has never been stingy with his respect and modesty, just as he knew since he was a child that a good boy would get an extra share of candy, and he knew very well that respect and modesty would make him gain more favor in front of these big people.

And Dean didn't refute this deference and humility, he just watched coldly, as if watching a street performer's performance.

Of course, Molde's performances are much more professional than those of the street performers.

At least, if he didn't know the details of the other party, Dean wouldn't be able to tell if the other party's appearance at the moment was real or whether it was a performance—that feeling of sincerity was too strong.

"It's worth learning, isn't it?"

Dean, who asked himself from the bottom of his heart, said in a hoarse voice that he couldn't discern: "I'm glad you can have such an awareness...... Your troubles Cedar One have been dealt with, and this is not a one-time deal; So, I hope to be able to give us more in return! ”

"Of course, I'll ...... every week from now on"

Molde knew the rules of dealing with these people walking in the shadows, and immediately after Dean's words fell, he hurriedly spoke.

However, before the tax collector could finish speaking, Dean shook slightly, and then, as if he could no longer support himself, he fell to the side.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Molde took a step, almost instinctively, and took Dean into his arms, and at such close contact, the tax collector immediately showed the wound on the side of the abdomen of the 'big man' in front of him—although it was bandaged, the blood on the bandage was obvious.

"Silence! I don't want anyone to know! ”

Dean whispered urgently.

"Yes, sir!"

The tax collector nodded his head again and again, and at the same time, a gleam of joy appeared in his eyes—how to close the distance between a stranger is undoubtedly a secret shared by both parties; Of course, this secret must not be too much, otherwise it will be a disaster; And it is clear that what is in front of you is not so strict.

As for the injuries of the big man in front of him?

Using the thieves' channels before, Molde had gotten some information that no one else knew - in fact, how to contact Gosai's spies was also learned from the thieves.

And it is precisely because of these news that others do not know that Molde is sure that he will be more valued - you see, a big man who has come from afar to take up his post, and suddenly the place where he is going to work has been 'occupied', and the other party has also sent a very powerful killer to deal with him.

In isolation, if one person helps the other, then the big man must have a lot of gratitude.

To put it simply, as long as he helps the big man in front of him, then Feihuang Tengda is just around the corner.

As for helping another big shot?

Molde, however, knew at the age of ten that it was always more grateful than the icing on the cake.

Of course, Molde doesn't worry about the big guys fighting against him - after all, in a few days, he'll be 'Knight' Molde.

A knight, in this far territory, anyone will be wooed.

Poof!

The sound of metal slicing muscles, and the sharp pain that followed, interrupted Molde's fantasy, and he looked at the dagger that had been rooted in his waist and abdomen in disbelief, and raised his head tremblingly to look at Dean, who jumped out of the distance like a cheetah for a moment, and asked intermittently: "This, this ......"

It's just that even if the tax officer took his last breath, he didn't get a reply.

Dean stood silently not far from the other party, watching this tax collector who would be the leader of the Tyre Collar in the near future die in front of him like this, until a ball of light belonging to experience appeared on the other party's body, and he came back to his senses-

【xp+2o】

More experience than Dean had imagined appeared on the character panel.

ps decadent for support~~~ rolling all over the ground for support~~~

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