As the carriage was about to turn into the streets of Uptown, Dean opened the door of the carriage and disappeared around the corner—he had already obtained the address.

Of course, the credible Cheng dù of this address is really not high.

It was as if Zmo had promised him that believing in the spy's assurances was really in the water.

Dean doesn't care, though.

Whether the address was true or false, or a dangerous trap, he had already made it clear - Dean believed that his previous cousin would be conveyed to any spy known to him.

And that's enough for Dean.

He just needs to give these spies an impression, an impression of 'he's coming.'"

As for the rest?

Dean stood in the shadows watching the van go away, sneaking towards the address of his inner memory.

There is a possibility that it is false, but there is also a possibility that it is true.

Of course, the biggest possibility is a trap.

And Dean is very much looking forward to the latter two - once and for all, plus to deepen the 'impression' of the remaining spies, Dean definitely does not mind killing two birds with one stone.

……

Downtown, the civilian area.

There is no bustle of shopping streets or the hustle and bustle of the pier.

But there is a smell of 'life' - the smell of cooking smoke mixed with garbage, mixed with the smell of livestock manure.

Although the Marquis of Vauban tried harder, when Dean stepped here, he could tell from the smell alone that the effect of the treatment was quite weak.

Perhaps, after every cleaning. Able to be clean for a few days. But after two days. That's it again.

In fact, in the Emerald Territory, except for the Emerald Capital, Dean has not seen a clean civilian area in the true sense, and even the jurisdiction of the Emerald Grand Duke is only a little stronger than the four northern counties.

After all, you can't blame a bunch of people who are running around for a living and forget to clean up their own hygiene.

Of course. Dean doesn't care at all.

Dean, who had spent two days in the mud of the gutter for an assassination, completely ignored the smells.

But that doesn't mean that there is something else he can ignore - the dog!

Although dogs were also kept in the families of wealthy merchants and nobles, those dogs came in handy more often than not, most of the time. It is kept in a barn.

Even if some are free-range, they are only two or three.

And in civilian areas. It can be different.

In order to give himself a greater sense of security, dogs have become a necessary member of almost every household, and if it were not for the economic conditions, the number of dogs in each household would have increased by two or three times, and Dean would not be surprised; After all, in such a remote place, once something happens, in addition to the kitchen knife, sickle and other things that can be used as weapons at home, the most reliable thing is the guard dog kept in your own home.

As for the patrolling guards?

Compared with the upper city and the commercial streets, the downtown area is always the last place to be frequented.

However, the city of Vauban is different at the moment, and Fort Vauban has just been attacked by thieves, and the civilian area is also full of patrolling guards, which has caused quite a lot of trouble for Dean who has infiltrated.

As soon as the dog barks, the patrol guards will inevitably appear.

And the number of dogs in the civilian area in front of him made Dean have to be more vigilant-

'At night, a dog tops three spirited adults! ’

For the old thief's words, Dean rarely recognized in the true sense.

Five times longer than usual, Dean arrived at his destination—leaning on a leeward shadow away from the dogs' sight.

As for choosing a leeward?

Compared to the dogs' eyesight, Dean is more troubled by their sense of smell and hearing.

The only fortunate place was that there were no dogs in the house in his sight—after a few onomatopoeic dog barks, Dean could be sure.

Of course, it is also certain that there are quite a few people in it.

There are at least five of them!

Although it was very much in line with the family composition of the commoner area, the parents and two sons and a daughter, the heavy footsteps, and the shouting at the barking of the dogs, made Dean understand that it was all men, not a single woman, and that the angry scolding showed the strength of the occupants inside.

After taking a closer look around the house in front of him, and making sure that there was only a normal entrance to the front door, Dean began to look at the window—after all, the previous shouting was coming from behind the door, and it was clear that someone was acting as a sentry there.

The house in front of you is a two-and-a-half-story building typical of the Emerald style.

If you want to keep an eye on your surroundings, the highest terrace is obviously the best choice—so Dean can be sure that there must be a sentry on the terrace.

And the window of the kitchen on the first floor and the bedroom on the second floor?

The shadows that flickered from time to time in the cracks in the nailed wooden windows also showed that there was the same sentry there.

Undoubtedly, the whole house may have a dead end, which is being watched.

Whoever breaks through from there will be discovered, which is quite a hassle for most thieves.

For Dean, though, it's only slightly more difficult.

After all, compared to the target he had assassinated, the scene in front of him was just a normal one, not strict at all - a building that didn't even have magic eyes and warning traps, obviously, Dean's assessment was not too much.

Quietly, Dean climbed the walls of the house like a gecko—a wall of wood and masonry, and it was a breeze for Dean to climb.

The only thing he had to worry about was the people who acted as sentry posts in those two windows.

However, against such a person, Dean is also handy.

After all, Dean had already seen the habits of these people - mainly in front of the window, and to the left and right.

As for the top and bottom?

They apparently didn't open the windows and poke their heads out, the painstaking method of probing.

Dean thanked the nailed windows of the planks, which obscured most of the view, and, by the means of such a gap, approached the terrace quickly in the rhythm of climbing, hiding, and climbing.

Step, step......

From this position, Dean could clearly hear the sound of the sentry standing on the terrace pacing back and forth

Dean clinged to the gap between the terrace and the second-floor window, and began to calculate the direction of the other's footsteps.

"Six steps!"

Dean listened to the footsteps that were fading away, and silently confirmed in his heart.

And when the footsteps began to be clear again, and then, when he turned around, Dean's left hand jerked at the edge of the terrace, and the muscles of his arm contracted suddenly, and Dean's whole body jumped up like a bird, over the railing of the terrace, and then, as if it were a fallen leaf, he stood quietly and steadily on the terrace.

In front of Dean, the sentry with the crossbow was heading the other way.

A shadow side of the [Flash Dagger] jumped forward, appeared in front of the opponent's throat as Dean covered the opponent's mouth, and then, slashed to the side and back.

Most of his neck was cut open, including his trachea.

And just as the blood spurted out suddenly, Dean pulled the other party's collar, and suddenly, the sound of the blood spurting was minimized.

Although this is a terrace, and the surrounding area is very empty, which is conducive to the dissipation of sounds, Dean is still careful enough when facing a big knight-level opponent who may have zài.

The corpse lay silently on the terrace, and Dean stood on tiptoe and felt his way to the small door of the terrace.

The small door without a lock made it easy for Dean to sneak into the room.

Dean didn't act rashly, he stood quietly on the ladder leading to the terrace on the second floor, and listened to the movement of the entire second floor.

However, apart from the sentry that stood guard at the window of the side bedroom, there was no sound at all.

"Ground Floor ......"

Dean thought silently in his heart, and he didn't delay in the slightest, thinking about sneaking away from the side bedroom.

Then, in the same way, but more lightly, he killed the sentry - the one who kept his full attention on the window was a breeze for Dean compared to the patio sentry who was always keeping an eye on all sides, especially when the door was not even closed and open.

However, when this easy goal is killed, the remaining goals need Dean to think and plan -

At the very least, when facing a big knight, Dean definitely doesn't want to see two guys close to the knight level join the siege.

Similarly, Dean was not sure that he could deal with two guys who were close to the knight level in such a narrow range without being discovered by the big knight.

And just a moment later, Dean had a plan of his own.

He stepped up the stairs from the second floor to the first floor.

Step, step, step......

The sound of footsteps, undisguised, is enough to draw attention from below.

"Who?"

Such a question was immediately heard, and before it was answered, it was immediately followed by the sound of a long sword unsheathed in a rush of footsteps.

Dean didn't rush down, he just walked down the stairs slowly.

Every step is the same pace.

Even the sound of footsteps is the same.

And when he saw the three figures appearing at the top of the stairs, Dean drew his long sword-

The cold blade of the sword began to ripple with a trace of sharpness.

"Kill!"

Dean, holding the sword in his right hand, snorted, and his body pounced like a tiger.

PS Second Update~

Those who want to drink mutton soup say...... However, with allergies on the face, the doctor did not let you eat mutton...... Tangled...... (To be continued......)