Chapter 70: The Robbery

Chapter 70: The Robbery

Kerry felt the gold coins in his pocket as he turned left and right through the alleyways, eventually arriving at the back door of a residence.

"Squeak..."

The door was unlocked.

As he pushed it open, a pungent smell of alcohol hit his face.

Kerry furrowed his brows and stepped inside, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet.

The few people inside seemed unperturbed by his arrival, casually glancing at him before continuing to laugh and drink from their cups.

"Kun!"

Kerry walked straight up to one of them and asked in a low voice:

"Where's Magi?"

"Don't worry." Kun was dressed like a loafer, and upon hearing this, he raised his drooping eyes and waved his hand at Kerry:

"Do you have the money?"

Kerry's face tightened as he suppressed his anger, taking out the gold coins from his pocket and throwing them onto the table.

"Clink, clink..."

The shiny coins rolled back and forth on the table.

"Such a cute little beauty, always so charming," Kun picked up a gold coin, his eyes distant, and stuck out his tongue, licking the coin back and forth, unconcerned about the dirt on it:

"I love you more than anything!"

"But..."

He flicked his finger, and the coin jumped into the air before falling back into his palm. He played with the coin while glancing at Kerry, a strange expression on his face:

"Obviously, someone doesn't think so, willing to pay any price for their first love."

"Where's Magi?" Kerry had grown impatient, his hands clenched as he asked loudly:

"I've given you the money as promised. Now, it's your turn to hand over Magi as agreed."

"What a commendable love-struck fool." Kun shook his head:

"What a pity!"

"It took too long to gather the money. Your beloved Magi has been taken away by someone else."

"What did you say?" Kerry's face changed, and he took a step forward, grabbing Kun by the collar and roaring:

"Say that again!"

His actions also angered the others in the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for trouble?"

"Let go of Kun!"

"..."

The people inside put down their drinks and roared, one of them even picking up an iron rod nearby and pointing it at Kerry.

It seemed they were about to take action if he didn't release Kun.

"Don't get excited."

Kun, as always, had a carefree smile on his face. He patted Kerry on the shoulder and said with a laugh:

"It's just that she's been taken away, not that she can't be brought back. It's just that the price won't be the same as before."

"You want more money?" Kerry's muscles tensed, and the anger in his eyes could almost kill a person.

The other party had raised the price several times.

And each time, Kerry had agreed.

But every time he paid the full amount, they would raise the price again, like an endless abyss!

"That's normal." Kun spread his hands:

"I can't possibly bring her back from someone else at the original price. Otherwise, why would they hand her over?"

"Tell me where Magi is, and I'll go find her myself!" Kerry grabbed the gold coins on the table and said.

"Tsk, tsk..." Kun shook his head:

"This is our business secret. We can't reveal it, but if you pay enough, it's not impossible."

He tossed the gold coin in his hand.

"You!"

Kerry clenched his teeth, then nodded in frustration:

"Fine!"

"It seems you've decided to extort me. In that case, I don't have to follow your process."

"Hmm?" Kun raised his eyebrows at Kerry's words:

"What do you plan to do?"

He remained calm and unruffled.

He was very familiar with Kerry's situation—a timid and weak man with an unremarkable background.

There was no way he could turn the tables on him!

"I've said it before." A strange voice spoke up in the room, speaking calmly:

"Just come to me for such matters. I may charge a bit more, but I'm not like some people who don't keep their word."

"Thud!"

The floor shook slightly.

A tall, thin figure descended from the ceiling beam, his wide cloak fluttering behind him.

When had he entered?

No one seemed to know!

The man had a long sword hanging from his waist, much longer than ordinary weapons, and he placed one hand on his chest, bowing to Kerry:

"Taro Sword - Daigo, at your service."

"I want to know where they sent Magi," Kerry said with a dark expression.

"I'll trouble you for this, Mr. Daigo."

As he spoke, he threw the gold coins in his hand to Daigo.

"With money, everything is negotiable. Moreover, I owe you a favor." Daigo caught the gold coins, his eyes narrowing to slits:

"Are you going to talk now, or..."

"Swish!"

His wrist trembled, and a long, narrow, and sharp sword appeared in his palm, its blade shimmering with a cold light.

"After I knock you down?"

Kun's face darkened, and after exchanging glances with the others in the room, he slowly picked up a nearby weapon.

"Go!"

"All of you, attack!"

"Clang!"

The room filled with flashing blades and afterimages.

A moment later.

The mercenary named Daigo stepped on Kun's back, and the long sword in his hand sliced open a gash on Kun's neck.

"Talk!"

"Where is the person my employer is looking for?"

Kerry blinked, watching this scene with disbelief.

He never imagined that the drunkard he had met and owed money to a while ago was actually a knight.

The True Knight!

The cold blade sliced through the skin, inching closer to the throat, and Kun's face paled in fear.

"Foster!"

"Bray Foster!"

"The man you want is with him!"

Bray Foster? Kerry's expression darkened at the mention of the youngest son of the Foster family. Most businesses in the city were affiliated with their clan, and rumors suggested they secretly ran brothels.

Brothels?

The thought made Kerry's heart skip a beat.

Currently, Karl was at the Law Enforcement office, either handling tasks or transferring work and chatting with colleagues.

There was no specific work to do.

He would sit for a while in the morning, flip through some books, and then find an excuse to leave in the afternoon.

His colleagues knew he was about to resign, so they turned a blind eye to his 'absences,' as the Sheriff's position was inherently idle.

Fragment of the Divine Domain.

Karl took out a high-quality Beast Pill and swallowed it, feeling the vitality coursing through his body. He began practicing the Gigantic Breath Technique while cultivating the Guardian Bracelet.

The high-quality Beast Pill significantly enhanced a Knight's training, allowing Karl to accelerate his journey on the Knight's path.

A whole box of these pills meant he wouldn't have to worry about his cultivation progress for a while.

'I'm on the path of a Wizard, but my progress in witchcraft is slow. Ironically, my progress as a Knight is getting smoother.'

'It makes no sense!'

'But the end of the Knight's path is the Legendary Knight, while a formal Wizard is just the beginning.'

'Heh...'

Karl chuckled softly.

'I'm just a Knight now, yet I'm already struggling with the legendary. I'm not afraid of losing my teeth.'

Status Panel!

Name: Karl

Constitution: 2.36

Mental Power: 2.01

Essence: 0

Occupation: Knight, Apprentice High Witch

Slow Progress!

Shaking his head, Karl dismissed the status panel with an expressionless face and walked towards the bookshelf.

It was time for some studying.

Witchcraft,

Emphasizes accumulation!

Creating Enchanted Artifacts is difficult, and it's not easy to say otherwise.

Without suitable witchcraft materials, it's challenging to create wondrous items out of ordinary ones.

Only with a profound understanding of various disciplines and exceptional craftsmanship can one succeed.

Such individuals are scarce.

Hence,

Enchanted Artifacts are rare, mostly ancient creations. Apprentice Witches rarely have the opportunity to come across them.

However,

If one possesses witchcraft materials with unique attributes, creating Enchanted Artifacts becomes significantly easier.

Even certain organs of wondrous creatures are inherently Enchanted Artifacts.

For example, the skin of an Invisible Crocodile can be used to craft an Invisibility Cloak...

"Naturally Enchanted Artifacts are incredibly rare, often found on legendary creatures, which even formal Witches dare not approach. It's not something I can handle at my current level."

"However, ordinary witchcraft materials are common sight in Free Harbor, which should be sufficient for my experimentation."

Karl picked up the Phantom Fish Trident beside him, deep in thought.

Although he didn't hold high hopes for this weapon, its ability to change size intrigued him.

Perfect.

After a fierce battle with Karl's Broad Sword against the Black City's squad leader, his sword would need to be reforged.

If he could infuse the size-changing ability of the Phantom Fish Trident into his sword...

To forge weapons,

Essential tools like hammers, tongs, forges, and anvils were required.

"Money!"

Whether it was practicing weapon forging or studying the knowledge of Enchanted Artifacts, money was indispensable.

Packing up his items, Karl left the Fragment of the Divine Domain and headed towards the market.

It was already evening.

The streets were sparsely populated.

Karl, clad in a black robe, had a sword hanging from his waist, a gift from the Black City's squad leader.

The sword was indeed a treasure.

After the intense battle, his Broad Sword was covered in nicks and scratches, but with a little polishing, it shone as good as new.

...

Three pearls the size of quail eggs, a crystal pendant, and a string of round, plump pearls.

Geri couldn't help but admire them.

"What a treasure!"

He muttered to himself,

"These are rare treasures, even the big shots in the royal city would be impressed, I'm sure."

"As expected of you, sir, every item you bring is a collectible."

"Seventy gold coins," Karl sat in the soft chair, his body hidden in the shadows, and spoke softly,

"Just seventy gold coins, and they're yours."

"Seventy?" Geri was taken aback, then shook his head,

"It's not expensive, truly not expensive."

His expression turned troubled,

"The customer's demands are not high, and I like them too, but the shop doesn't have that much gold at the moment."

"Oh!"

Karl straightened his body,

"It seems I've come at a bad time."

"Please wait a moment, sir." Seeing Karl prepare to leave, Geri's expression changed drastically, and he quickly stopped him,

"I'll send someone to get the money nearby; they'll be back soon. Rest assured, I won't delay your business."

He turned and signaled to the assistant in the shop,

"Go!"

"Tell the young master that a distinguished guest has arrived with goods worth seventy gold coins."

"Yes."

The assistant nodded and hurried out of the shop.

"Excuse me."

Gerry turned around, rubbing his hands together as he said, "Please bear with me for a moment, sir."

Nervous!

Anxious!

Was he worried the deal wouldn't go through?

Under the hood, Karl slightly lifted his head, his scrutinizing gaze falling on the other man. In a low voice, he said, "I'm in a hurry."

"Yes, sir," Gerry replied, sweat forming on his forehead. "There are fifty gold coins left in the shop. I'll get them for you first, and you can take this money."

Fifty gold coins, stacked in piles of ten, glistened with a golden luster that was mesmerizing.

Karl touched the gold coins, his urgency momentarily forgotten.

Time passed.

"Still not here?"

Karl, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed, opened them with a hint of displeasure.

"Here, here," Gerry hurriedly stood up and rushed outside to receive the coins from the servant.

"Sir, here's your payment."

"Mhm."

Karl nodded, and after confirming the amount, he opened his purse and slid the coins inside, the weight of the gold coins palpable as he left the shop.

Once his figure disappeared from view, Gerry wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I've done this before, but why do I get so nervous when facing him?"

"Especially when his gaze falls on me, my body tenses up as if I'm being watched by some beast."

He shook his head and asked, "Is everything arranged?"

"Yes, sir," the servant replied, his eyes cold. "This person sneaks around, never showing his face, yet he always brings valuable goods. He must be up to no good."

"This time, he asked for seventy gold coins all at once. Young Master Bray won't let this slide."

"Mhm," Gerry nodded. "You watch the shop. I'll deliver the goods to the young master."

"Yes, sir."

The servant acknowledged.

...

After leaving the market, Karl habitually circled the area.

Just as he was about to return to the Fragment of the Divine Domain, he suddenly stopped, a look of confusion crossing his face.

Something's wrong!

His robust physique granted him exceptional perception.

The Titan Breath Technique included a method for temporarily enhancing the five senses.

Sensing something amiss, he immediately activated the technique, his ears trembling slightly as the faint footsteps behind him became clearer.

"Someone's following us?"

"At least three people!"

Karl's brow furrowed, he quickened his pace towards the outskirts of the city, and those behind him accelerated as well.

As expected!

They were indeed after him.

Soon, the footsteps behind him quickened, and one person rushed ahead, blocking the narrow alley.

"Hehe..."

The person blocking the way was short and stout, each hand gripping a dagger as he smirked at Karl.

"Kid, hand over everything you have."

"Do you know I have something?" Karl asked in a low voice. "Did Gerry notify you?"

"Who cares who notified us?" The other two had caught up, one of them dressed like a wandering samurai.

He pointed his sword at Karl. "Hand over what you have and come with us, or else."

"Hmph..." Karl chuckled, his figure surging forward.

Blazing Wind Sword Technique!

Martial Skill—Gale Slash!

Several afterimages appeared out of thin air, instantly enveloping the stout robber.

The ferocity of this sword technique caused the robber facing its brunt to cry out in agony. "Help me!"

"Knight Attendant?"

The wandering samurai's eyes narrowed, and he quickly stepped back, thrusting his longsword towards Karl's back.

Martial Skill—Thrust!

A skill that emphasized explosive power, the sword blade tore through the air, emitting a faint sword cry.

Even with armor, if its quality wasn't high enough, it would pierce right through.

"Ding..."

A clashing sound rang out.

Karl twisted his sword, killing the stout robber in front of him, then turned to block the thrust with ease, his movements relaxed.

It was as if he were wielding a straw.

The powerful destructive force of the martial skill failed to elicit any reaction.

Something's wrong!

The wandering samurai's eyes widened.

"Knight!"

"Run!"

To dare rob a knight was to court death!

Before he could react, his longsword was effortlessly knocked away by Karl, and in the next instant, his head was severed from his body.

The last remaining robber hadn't even made a move when he saw his two companions die one after the other. With a cry, he turned and fled.

"Spare me..."

"Pfft!"

Karl stepped forward, stabbing his sword into the final robber's heart. He slowly withdrew his sword and looked towards the pawnshop.

After a moment's thought, his figure disappeared from sight.

Soon after, the servant Gerry had called for arrived.

"Where's Gerry?"

Karl stood before him, asking in a low voice, "Speak."

The servant's body trembled, and he hurriedly replied, "It's not my fault! Uncle Gerry told me to do it. He... he went to find Young Master Bray."

"Bray?" Karl's eyes flickered. "Bray Foster?"

"Yes, sir."

"Pfft!"

The longsword sliced through the air.

The flickering lamp illuminated the wall, and the shadow on it suddenly split in two, the two bodies slowly falling to the ground.

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