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In the evening, Step Black returned to the inn, his face set, while Locke followed behind with three large bumps on his head. Despite this, Locke still wore an unmistakable smile.
As they walked, Step suddenly turned around and shot a fierce look at Locke, raising his fist.
Seeing this, Locke quickly put on a mournful expression, cradling his head with both hands, looking innocent. The two large bags he carried swayed beside his head, resembling a little pug.
With a huff, Step couldn't be bothered to argue with the gloating Fellow and stepped up the stairs.
Once inside the room, Step yawned, casually took off his protective outer garment, and tossed it onto the nearby sofa before collapsing onto the wide bed in a starfish position.
Locke cautiously entered the room and placed the packages he was holding on the tea table near the window.
"Locke, we just wandered outside for so long. Did you notice any spies from the Thieves' Guild lurking nearby?" Step asked softly while lying on the bed and gazing at the floral ceiling.
"Master, those spies are all trained professionals from the Thieves' Guild before being sent out on missions. I don't have the ability to root them out," Locke replied with a grimace as he stood by the bed.
"Alright then, let them have their luck. For now, let's get some good rest tonight and visit the Aldra Family first thing in the morning." Step rolled over in bed and covered himself with a down comforter.
Seeing his lazy master, Locke felt somewhat helpless. Did this Fellow never take off his shoes when sleeping? Or had he simply never developed that habit?
Unconsciously rubbing the still-swollen bumps on his head, Locke thought it best not to provoke this Fellow again to avoid another beating.
Having made up his mind, Locke went about washing up, took off his outer garment, and lay down on another bed without any regard for his role as a servant.
What an extraordinary pair of oddities they were as master and servant.
In the deep of night, the starlight dimmed as thick clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving only a faint silhouette of a crescent moon visible.
The wind howled, gusts slamming against the window panes with creaking sounds like the cries of night owls.
Inside the room, Step lay in bed but was unable to sleep; at that moment, he felt an impulse to kill.
The sound of snoring from Locke's bed was thunderous, accompanied by the occasional grinding of teeth that echoed through the room.
The noise he made while sleeping was truly killer-level, making it impossible for anyone nearby to get any sleep. If Anran wanted to fall asleep beside him, she had to do so before he did. If she couldn't manage that, then she should prepare for a night of insomnia.
A crackling sound, similar to wood breaking, gently resonated in the room. This sound was nearly inaudible amidst the snoring and the wind outside.
Bu Xin felt a movement within himself, yet his body remained completely still, even adjusting his breathing to be calm and steady. He quietly closed his eyes and spread his Mental Power throughout the room to investigate.
After a long while, no other strange sounds emerged.
Aside from the carefree Locke still snoring away, there were no unusual occurrences. Bu Xin felt he might have been overly suspicious and began to retract his Mental Power.
Just then, the previously closed window slowly opened a crack. A thin, bony hand steadied itself on the windowsill, and then the window was pushed open further. When it was halfway open, Bu Xin sensed a figure slip into the room like water through his Mental Power.
He placed his hands behind him and gently closed the window without making a sound. Throughout this process, he kept a close watch on the two people lying in bed, his body tense as if ready to launch a fierce attack at any moment.
Perhaps Locke's thunderous snoring lowered this intruder's guard; he failed to notice anything amiss.
Bu Xin's Mental Power continued to spread throughout the room, observing every move of this masked figure. He had already confirmed that this Fellow was likely an assassin sent by the Thieves' Guild.
This person had entered stealthily; if one were to look with their naked eye, they would see nothing but empty air—no sign of a person at all.
Fortunately, Bu Xin was extremely vigilant and had already spread his Mental Power throughout the room as a precaution.
With his Mental Power's perception, he could see that the opponent's Stealth effect was significantly weakened, revealing a slightly transparent figure.
The Masked Thief remained motionless after infiltrating the room, silently observing the layout around him as if checking for any traps set up.
Neither moved; they were both waiting.
Bu did not act rashly; he was also waiting for the other party to come closer, preferably to approach and attack him directly. That way, he would have absolute confidence in catching the opponent off guard.
Through this brief observation, Bu was certain that the person's strength was at the Low-Level tier and had not reached Intermediate. Otherwise, with his Mental Power perception, he would not have been able to detect the figure hidden in Stealth.
After a careful observation, it seemed that no hidden traps were present. The Masked Thief began to make further moves, his body slightly bent, toes raised, heels off the ground, approaching Bu's bed with a cat-like stealthy gait, moving silently.
Bu felt no tension at all; he relaxed his muscles, breathed evenly and calmly, and closed his eyes peacefully as if he were in a deep sleep.
The sound of wind crashing against the window echoed loudly, while Locke's snores grew increasingly pronounced as he fell deeper into slumber.
The Masked Thief finally reached the edge of Bu's bed. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing no hint of killing intent; his gaze was calm and composed.
By observing the enemy without revealing any presence, he could avoid alerting them. He was an experienced assassin and would never make the foolish mistake of leaking his aura before striking.
However, he could hardly imagine that all his movements were under Bu's watchful gaze.
Sensing that the target was indeed in deep sleep and not pretending, the Masked Thief hesitated no longer. With a flick of his fingers, a thin Silver Needle appeared in his hand.
He did not strike immediately but held the Silver Needle between his middle and index fingers, exposing only the sharp upper half of it.
The upper half of this Silver Needle glowed with a blue light, indicating it was coated with deadly poison.
Upon sensing this with his Mental Power, Bu felt a chill in his heart. What a sinister method! If he had not noticed beforehand, he might have fallen victim without realizing it.
The Masked Thief quietly extended his fingers holding the Silver Needle toward Bu's throat, moving with extreme slowness.
However, just as those two fingers were about an inch away from Bu's throat, a sudden flash of red light erupted from the Masked Thief's hand. His arm accelerated dramatically, launching downward at a terrifying speed that shocked Bu.
"Swish"
The fingers left behind a trail of afterimages as they approached in an instant.
A sharp glint flashed in Bu's eyes as he swiftly raised the prepared pillow to block the attack, then rolled quickly to the side. With a push off the bed, he spun in mid-air, one foot slicing through the air with a fierce wind aimed at his opponent's head.
The entire sequence of movements was executed with grace and precision, completed in a single breath. With an impressive Agility Value of 1, Bu finished this series of actions in less than a second.
"Thud!"
Feathers from the down pillow scattered as it was shattered by the strike aimed at the Silver Needle.
The Masked Thief, realizing the attack had been thwarted, instinctively dropped to the ground and began to roll away.
"Whoosh!"
Bu's fierce kick missed its target.
Without hesitation, Bu flipped in mid-air, suddenly bringing both hands down with force toward the Masked Thief, who was trying to get back up. The relentless assault flowed seamlessly, striking with incredible speed and leaving no room for the opponent to catch their breath.
Fast! Fast! Fast!
His strikes were as thunderous as they were swift!
Bu fully leveraged his Agility advantage, launching attack after attack, quick as lightning and powerful as thunder.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
A series of punches seemed to explode through the air, creating a deafening sound that echoed like a torrential downpour, instilling fear in the heart of the Masked Thief.
This person was fierce and could not be faced head-on!
This was the only thought racing through the Masked Thief's mind: do not confront him directly, or death would be certain.
With a sudden burst of energy, silver light surged from the Masked Thief's feet as he unleashed his speed, clumsily dodging Bu's ferocious punches.
"Hmph." Bu Leng chuckled lightly. Without giving the opponent a chance to recover, he launched another close-range attack, like a parasite clinging to its host, his fists and palms covering every area around the opponent.
A dull thud echoed.
The Masked Thief ultimately could not withstand the ferocious onslaught that swept through like a storm. His frail body was struck by Bu's punch. Although he managed to slightly shift his body at the last moment, using his agility to lessen some of the impact, he still inevitably fell to the ground.
With Bu's strength rating of 7 points, it was not something to be taken lightly. In a battle of equal levels, receiving a punch meant either severe injury or worse.
The Masked Thief lay awkwardly on the ground, half-reclined, his right hand pressed against his chest where he had been hit, desperately trying to suppress the surge of blood rising in his throat.
With such a commotion, if Locke were not as oblivious as a pig, he would have woken up long ago.
The moment Bu engaged in combat, Locke sensed it and instantly awoke from his deep slumber.
After all, he was a low-level Level 1 Thief with decent alertness—though that was another story when he was asleep.
Even though he was awake, Locke did not rush to help. With his keen eyesight, he could see the strength and origin of the newcomer. Trusting Bu's abilities and understanding his own limitations, he wisely chose to observe from the sidelines.
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