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At noon, the carriage approached the first stop on the route from Wattsy Town to Sparta City—Fahua Town.
This town was slightly more prosperous than Wattsy Town.
The streets were bustling with people, and the faces of passersby were filled with happy smiles. In the central square, an elderly Bard played the harp beside an artistic sculpture, surrounded by a group of cheerful children.
To avoid delaying their journey, Bu did not plan to linger in this lively town.
After replenishing supplies and fodder for the horses, Thomas followed Bu's request and drove the carriage out of Fahua Town through the eastern gate.
They were now on the eastern highway leading into Crook Duchy.
Two spirited brown horses trotted steadily, pulling a black carriage along.
About five kilometers away from the carriage stood a forest filled with coniferous pines. In late autumn, such a lush green forest was a rare sight.
Only trees like pines could withstand the harsh cold, standing tall in neat rows like brave knights ready for battle.
The nearby villagers named this forest Goyun Forest. "Goyun" symbolizes life, greenery, and sunlight in the oldest codex of the Fran Continent.
At this moment, Ricky lay comfortably on a large rock at the foot of Goyun Forest, a slender pine needle held between his lips.
Beside him was a companion whose face was covered with a black veil.
This mysterious Fellow appeared short and sturdy. He twirled a dagger in his right hand, its silver blade glinting like butterfly wings as it sliced through the air with a continuous sound.
"I, Locke, could you be quiet for a moment? It's my noon break. You damn Fellow!"
Ricky, lying on the rock, seemed unable to tolerate his companion's ruckus any longer and couldn't help but curse irritably.
The sound of a blade sliding into its sheath echoed.
The masked man, Locke, silently and coldly returned the dagger to its sheath and glanced at Hall. In a dry, chilling voice, he said, "According to the information from that kid, the prey is about to be caught. Although the prey is just a young Fellow, we cannot be careless."
"Come on, Locke. It's just a noble kid who hasn't seen much of the world; he might have sneaked out from his family. Otherwise, why would he be alone without even a personal servant?" Ricky scoffed in rebuttal, then continued as if trying to convince his companion, "Besides, with both of us being low-level Shadow Thieves, how could a young kid turn the tables on us? Hah, I heard that kid pulled out two Silver Kalls without even blinking, and it seems he also has a valuable Noble Decorative Longsword."
"Hahahaha!" At this point, Ricky seemed almost manic as he leaned against a boulder and laughed wildly.
"A noble decorative longsword, hahahaha! Not only is it valuable, but it also shows that our prey is utterly foolish. What kind of capable person would use such a fragile ornament as a weapon?"
Locke looked at Ricky with disdain, who appeared like a madman without any decorum. However, he couldn't help but feel that his companion had a point.
"A young kid with only one weapon, and it's a Noble Decorative Longsword." Locke himself was convinced that this prey wouldn't have any power to resist.
Yet, being cautious by nature, he still wouldn't let his guard down. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
The sound of hooves clattered against the ground, raising a cloud of dust as a heavily laden cart followed closely behind.
"Sir, after we travel for a while longer, we will see the famous Goyun Forest nearby. The coniferous pine trees in those mountains cover the entire forest; it's hard to find such greenery in this season," Thomas said excitedly while driving the cart.
"Oh? Is that so? Then I must get off and enjoy this rare scenery," Bu replied thoughtfully.
Hearing this from outside the carriage, Thomas's eyes lit up with joy but quickly subdued. He cautiously asked, "Aren't you worried about delaying our journey, sir?"
"Hah, it's fine. It will only take a little time. Just consider it an opportunity to relax," Bu's gentle voice came from inside the carriage.
"Yes, sir," Thomas replied, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
"Hey, Locke, you're here."
In the distance, a carriage gradually revealed its blurry silhouette. Ricky nimbly jumped down from the boulder and smiled at Wood beside him.
Locke ignored Hall's shout, coldly gazing at the distant, indistinct shape of the carriage. As it slowly approached and became clearer, he turned to Ricky without looking back and said one thing.
"Start preparing. Don't be careless."
Ricky rolled his eyes but quickly began to conceal his figure.
He stood still, hands clasped around a finely crafted short dagger, slowly maintaining this peculiar pose at his chest. His eyes were slightly closed as he murmured incantations.
If someone were to see this, they might think they had encountered Siddhartha Gautama's descendant on the Fran Continent.
Ricky's strange actions did not last long; the space in front of him rippled like the tail of a fish stirring the water, and his figure became increasingly indistinct amidst these spatial waves.
In the next moment, the rippling space suddenly calmed, and Ricky's form vanished like a drop of water sinking into the ocean.
After carefully erasing any traces left by their movements, Locke imitated Ricky's earlier peculiar yet slightly eerie action. In just a moment, he too completely disappeared from sight.
The sound of hooves approached from afar.
On the official road, a palm-sized carriage gradually enlarged in Wood's view as time passed.
With a long whinny, the speeding carriage gradually slowed down and came to a stop.
"Sir, we have arrived at Goyun Forest," Thomas discreetly scanned the surroundings before turning to the carriage door and skillfully helping to open it.
"Well, let's go down and take a look."
Bu stood up leisurely, adjusted his collar, and stepped out of the carriage.
"Ha, what a nice place. This scene truly deserves admiration."
Bu gazed at the vibrant coniferous forest before him, taking a few deep breaths of the fresh air and sincerely praising it.
"This is indeed a good place, sir. Do you think it would be a nice choice to be buried here? This scene could be considered a feng shui treasure."
Thomas stood behind Bu, suddenly changing from a respectful and humble demeanor to a somewhat sinister tone.
"Oh? Your suggestion isn't bad; this is indeed a good place to be buried."
To Thomas's surprise, Bu turned around with a half-smile, agreeing with his idea.
This bizarre scene left Thomas momentarily stunned, his facial expression frozen in an awkward manner that looked quite comical.
Coming back to his senses, Thomas felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, realizing that the other party was mocking him. However, he quickly suppressed his anger and looked at Bu with a mocking smile, saying, "I don't know if you're really foolish or just pretending to be, but it doesn't matter anymore."
As soon as Thomas finished speaking, Bu felt a sudden rush of wind from behind him, accompanied by the sharp sound of a weapon slicing through the air. Speed was so fast it was almost unbelievable; in the blink of an eye, an attack was already upon him. The cold, piercing edge of the weapon aimed directly at Bu's heart.
Despite Bu's high agility score of 6, he couldn't evade the attack; perhaps his body's reaction speed simply couldn't keep up with his nervous system's response speed.
In a life-and-death crisis, Bu desperately squeezed out the last bit of potential from his body and narrowly avoided a direct hit to his heart. However, he was still pierced in the shoulder by the weapon coming from behind him, going deep enough to see bone.
"Thud!"
Blood splattered.
Bu's entire body was forcefully propelled forward by the vicious attack.
However, the ruthless Assassin behind him continued to follow closely, mercilessly thrusting the Dagger towards him, this time aiming directly for his throat, as if he would not rest until he achieved his goal.
Thomas hurriedly dodged Bu's approaching body. He was just an ordinary person without any strength and dared not engage in this bloody battle.
As long as Bu died, he would have completed his mission and would receive a share of the spoils.
It was merely a matter of betraying the main target; he didn't need to exert much effort or risk his life to gain many shiny coins. This method of making money was incredibly fast.
"Hahaha, these despicable nobles who usually look down on others are now being toyed with by me, almost losing their lives," Thomas thought, feeling a surge of excitement and pride. He looked at Bu's current desperate state and felt an extreme sense of perverse pleasure.
At that moment, Bu was indeed in a dire situation. The intense mental strain and the threat of death were making it hard for him to breathe. Sweat beads had begun to form densely on his forehead, some already flowing into his eyes due to his rapid evasive movements, but he dared not wipe them away.
The Assassin behind him seemed to harbor an unrelenting grudge, launching a continuous series of attacks, each more vicious than the last.
If it weren't for Bu's significantly higher Agility, he would have likely met his end under the blade by now.
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