The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 6, Scene [-]. Night Raid
Sending off the clerk who had never received a tip with a silver coin, Rosen gently closed the door with his chin on his face, looked around the room, and found that the small room on the third floor could indeed be regarded as this frontier small room. After finding a decent house in the town, he sat quietly on the bed.

There was only a thin layer of cushions on the hard wooden bed, and it was not comfortable to sleep on, but Rosen didn't pay too much attention to being a skeleton. The rusty long sword was placed aside, and he sat on the bed, his whole body Standing still like an oil painting, as if waiting for something to arrive.

Outside the door, a man with an inch-length head was tiptoeing along the wall. His name was Slack. He was originally a thief. Confidant, it was he who sneaked into Rosen's room at this moment, trying to teach this wealthy and funny young man a little lesson.

Slack gently pressed his ear to the door, but his keen hearing could not catch any movement. The room was silent, not even the sound of breathing.

what's the situation?
It is not uncommon for Slack to say that he has never seen a master of hidden breath, but this is the first time he has seen this dead silence.

Isn't it in the room?
But Slack obviously saw the clerk take Rosen upstairs, saw him enter the room, and never came out again. Could it be possible to teleport away like a mage?
In the continent of Atlas, the number of mages is relatively small, but at least they all have the strength of the Black Iron Rank. It is almost impossible for Bunajin on the border of this kingdom to appear.

Slack thought of another possibility, that is, the opponent's strength far surpassed his own, and he couldn't detect the suppression of the same level. He recalled the horror of being dominated by the Netherlands. The strong man of the black iron rank faced him This kind of no position is like chopping melons and vegetables, and all kinds of sneak attack methods are resolved one by one, and he is defeated within three moves.

"This guy has the strength of black iron?"

Slack murmured inwardly, but he was not convinced. He only thought that the other party used special means to cover up his aura, so he decided to investigate from another direction.

With an idea in mind, Slack took a few steps back, turned over and jumped out of the window in the corridor like a nimble cat, and climbed to the window of Rosen's room by relying on the slight protrusion of the window sill without making a sound.

His old profession is naturally handy. It can be said that in the entire Bunajeon's No Rank, no one can match him in stealth and concealment.

Slack poked his head out, trying to peek at the movement in the room, but before he could see the scene in the dim room, a head with a mottled visor silently appeared in front of his eyes.

The several claw marks on the dark armor looked extremely frightening. Under the moonlight, it seemed that a little bit of faint blue flames appeared from the visor, making Slack's heart seem to be seized in an instant.

This guy has been waiting for himself! ! ?
"what."

He didn't expect Rosen to be waiting by the window at all. He was a little flustered for a moment. His hand slipped and he was about to fall backwards. Fortunately, he reached out and grabbed the window sill, and managed to stabilize his figure.

However, Rosen's next move made Slack's heart sink.

He gently opened the window latch, as if he was about to open the window.

"Don't, don't!"

This is the third floor. No matter how good Slack is, he can't fall down here unscathed. He showed a slightly frightened expression, trying to stop Rosen from opening the window, but Rosen didn't seem to hear him at all, that's all. Push open the window directly.

"What did you say?"

When falling, Slack vaguely heard Rosen's low voice full of doubts, and his heart was filled with ashes.

It turned out that this guy didn't take himself seriously at all, but he just came to the window by chance, which shocked him! ! !
From the backyard of the Dog and Whistle Hotel, there was a muffled sound of moderate magnitude.

The lobby on the first floor of the hotel was still noisy even late at night. Nedland skillfully dealt with various mercenaries. He gulped down the mellow ale, but there was a trace of hesitation in his heart. Slack had been away for a while, and he was always straightforward. Slack couldn't be so procrastinating.

Did something happen?

There was a sudden muffled sound in his ears, but it was quickly drowned out by the loud words of others. No one paid attention, but Ned Land noticed the difference.

This sound is obviously the sound of an adult falling from the third floor. The Netherlander of the Black Iron Steps has much higher insight than the No Ranker, so he can naturally tell the difference.

Hearing this noise, Nedland was finally relieved.

This guy Slack has gone too far.

Netherland thought to himself, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously. He has dealt with many people in the same way. Those inexperienced young masters ran back to the warm castle crying almost as soon as they were frustrated. Presumably the same.

In such a happy mood, he stood up, bid farewell to several mercenaries who wanted to curry favor, and walked out through the side door of the hotel.

Skillfully finding the way to the backyard, Nedland found the guy buried in horse dung and grain and grass in the dusty stables with the help of starlight.

"This is my territory, you better remember my name, Netherlands."

He kicked the man a few more times, until the other party let out a low whimper, and Ned Land was a little puzzled.

Why do you feel that this voice is a bit familiar?
As the clouds drifted away and the moonlight fell, Netherland could clearly see the face of the person curled up on the ground at this time. It was clearly Slark with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Slack, what about you?"

"Cough cough, boss cough cough, I was tricked and I couldn't go in."

At this time, Slack didn't dare to tell Nedland that the other party didn't do anything at all, and opened a window to make himself into this appearance, so he could only answer vaguely.

"what!!?"

Hearing Slack's words, Nedland suddenly looked up at the window sill on the third floor, only to see coarse cloth curtains fluttering on the open window, looking defenseless, but like a trap, waiting for Nedland's entry.

Although Slack is not as powerful as the Netherlands, he is a master in stealth attacks. In the case of complete defenselessness, even the Netherlands may not be sure that he can block Slak so easily.

But that guy actually kicked Slack out so lightly, and didn't even let him in?
For the first time, the Netherlands began to pay attention to this funny onion knight.

"Boss, do you want us to find some more people?"

Naturally, Slack couldn't bear this loss. He suggested it, but Netherland gave him a blank stare.

"enough."

Nederland looked at the dirty Slack on the ground, and showed a little disgusted expression. In his opinion, it would be a shame not to succeed in the sneak attack. It will be defiled, in a short time, don't provoke this guy rashly.

"Go and clean up your stinking body, we're going back."

After finishing speaking, Nedland turned around and left, ignoring Slack, leaving only Slack in the horse manure, stunned in place alone.

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