Chapter 321: Murder
Chapter 321: Murder
Darren stomped down the street, his anger evident as he kicked at tree trunks and walls from time to time.
Whenever this happened, the toad-like bumps on his face would emit a faint green glow.
This was one of the side effects of the bloodline witchcraft modification.
It was difficult for him to control his emotions.
When he arrived at a narrow alley, Darren's expression changed, and his eyes revealed a hint of fear.
"Tap, tap..."
"Come in!"
Pushing open the door, the Green Pups were polishing their staffs and weapons. The elder frowned, looking displeased:
"Why are you here alone?"
"..." Darren opened his mouth:
"Linen said he wouldn't go out no matter what."
"Slap!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his cheek was struck hard by the younger brother of the Green Pups, causing his body to stagger and retreat.
His cheek stung and swelled visibly.
"Useless!"
"Good-for-nothing!"
The elder's face darkened:
"I gave you so much time to prepare, and you still couldn't lure him out. What use are you?"
"Big brother," the younger brother hissed:
"If you ask me, we don't need to be so troublesome. Let's just rush to his place and slaughter him."
"Who would know it was us?"
"Hmph!" The elder snorted coldly:
"That place isn't the slums after all. There are quite a few apprentices from the academy living there. Even if we did it in the slums, it would be risky. Do you think the wizards in town are just for show?"
With the wizards' mysterious and unpredictable nature, if they were willing to investigate, they would definitely be able to find the culprit.
It was unlikely that a junior wizard apprentice would prompt a wizard to investigate, but what if they did?
He didn't dare take the chance.
Moreover...
Even the weakest academy apprentices knew how to set up basic witchcraft traps, so rushing in wasn't wise.
"You two," Darren licked his lips:
"Because of the black market incident, Linen was scared. So, no matter what, he won't go out."
"It doesn't matter who invites him."
"Heh..." The younger brother scoffed:
"He's got quite the small heart."
"It's a bother," the elder said, bowing his head and thinking for a moment before continuing:
"As long as he wants to live, he'll have to go out eventually. You stay near his place and watch him. When he goes out, send us a message."
"Yes," Darren nodded:
"I'll keep a close eye on him."
"Um..."
He rubbed his hands together, his expression pleading, his voice filled with yearning:
"My potion..."
"Hmph!" The elder's eyes showed disdain, and he casually threw a bottle of potion from the drawer next to him:
"Use it sparingly. I don't know when the next batch will arrive."
"Yes, yes," Darren's body shook, and he hurriedly took the potion, opening the bottle to sniff the scent.
The pungent odor was, to him, the most delicious thing in the world. Every hair on his body stood on end, and the bumps on his face oozed a faint liquid.
"Disgusting!" The younger brother frowned at the sight:
"Get out!"
"Yes," Darren nodded repeatedly, smiling obsequiously as he put away the potion and backed out of the room step by step.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door.
Hugging the potion, he hurried down the street, just about to find a place to enjoy it when his body suddenly stiffened.
"Pfft!"
A sword tip emerged from his abdomen, the bloodstained blade reflecting a chilling light. The pain registered a moment too late, and he felt a stabbing sensation.
"Ah..."
Darren wanted to scream and call for help, but for some reason, his body wouldn't obey.
"Thud!"
He blacked out and collapsed to the ground.
...
In an abandoned room.
A basin of cold water was poured over Darren's face, and the coldness made his body shiver as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Spare me!"
"Spare me!"
Unconsciously, he begged for mercy, and when he saw the person in front of him, he was shocked and terrified:
"Linen!"
"It's me," Linen said, toying with his knight's sword as he squatted in front of Darren and asked slowly:
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"It's a misunderstanding," Darren said, his face turning pale as he forced a smile:
"It's just a misunderstanding..."
"Ah!"
Before he could finish, his whole body was in pain, as if countless ants were gnawing at his bones and organs.
Itching, tingling, pain, and soreness...
A myriad of sensations flooded into Daner's mind, and in the blink of an eye, he was bawling with snot and tears streaming down his face, utterly miserable.
"Zero-Level Spell - Blood Boiling." Darren placed his hand on the other man, his face calm as ever:
"I have a decent grasp of this spell. If you don't want to experience that sensation again, you'd better answer honestly."
"Talk!"
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!" Daner lay on the ground, his voice a low, desperate roar.
"The Green Pups, they want to deal with you, but I don't know why. They're willing to give me high-concentration toad poison."
"Darren."
"Let me go, I'll do whatever you want, please just let me go."
"The Green Pups?" Darren frowned.
"Why do they want to kill me?"
As for the toad poison...
After undergoing a bloodline spell, Daner became addicted to this poison. He needed to take it at regular intervals.
If he didn't take it for an extended period, he'd be worse off than dead.
The high-concentration toad poison was an irresistible temptation for him, and once he tasted it, he couldn't stay away.
"I don't know, I really don't know," Daner roared desperately.
"I don't know anything. I just heard them say you might have offended some big shot at the academy."
Darren furrowed his brows.
A big shot at the academy? He couldn't recall ever offending such a person, and even if he had, they wouldn't need to go through all this trouble to kill him.
After some thought, he asked, "Tell me about the Green Pups. What's their cultivation level, and what spells or martial skills are they good at?"
The Green Pups had been stirring up trouble in Vyer Town for many years. They were common rogue wizards, with mediocre cultivation and skills, making a living by doing shady jobs for people.
The leader was gloomy and cruel, with a penchant for torturing people.
He also enjoyed playing with women.
He took pleasure in using his abusive methods on women, so few could endure it.
Even at a high price, only a handful of prostitutes, their pain tolerance reduced by spell modifications, were willing to come.
Night.
A woman, blindfolded and bound with ropes, hung from the ceiling beam, enduring the lash of the leader's whip.
From time to time, she had to make sounds to please him.
At one moment.
The room suddenly fell silent.
The prostitute, hanging upside down, trembled, and when she didn't hear any movement, she closed her mouth, not wanting to waste her energy.
She didn't know that at that moment, the Green Pup leader lay on the floor, a bloodstain on his forehead, his eyes lifeless.
In the next room.
The younger brother, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively reached for a magic item he kept close to his chest.
Then, he gasped:
"Big brother!"
The two brothers shared a bloodline connection, and through a spell, their auras were linked to some extent.
When the older brother was in danger,
the younger one would sense it.
"Bang!"
Before the roar had even faded, the window shattered, and a dark figure holding a knight's sword burst in like a whirlwind.
Gale Sword Technique!
"Knight?"
The younger brother's face twisted into a cruel smile. He grabbed a nearby bed plank and threw it at the intruder while reaching for his weapon, a hammer mace.
A knight dared to come to assassinate a great knight.
He was asking for death!
"Bang!"
The bed plank shattered, and the knight's sword slashed downward.
"Clang!"
The hammer mace collided with the knight's sword, sending sparks flying. The half-naked younger brother roared, his veins popping, as he swung the hammer mace in a fierce attack.
Martial Skill - Brutal Charge!
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a burst of flame blossomed before their eyes, and the knight's sword trembled, its blade swirling with flames, its speed increasing.
"Sizzle..."
Like a trail of fire, it pierced the younger brother's chest in an instant.
Secret Technique - Instant Strike!
The Green Pups,
dead!
(End of Chapter)
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