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Chapter 600 The fox pretends to be the tiger's power
Xiaolin heard about this later.

Keynes and Yezi's ingenious plan was implemented smoothly. Because Xumidt was afraid of being killed because he had a guilty conscience, he ran to the 19th floor overnight to worship the President of the Golden Apple, hoping to be forgiven.

And lying in ambush there were Cainz and Yezi, who had already set a trap to catch him.

But after the intimidation, it was discovered that the murderer was not Schmidt. He just followed someone's instructions and recorded the location of the corridor crystal in the Golden Apple President's hotel, and then placed the corridor crystal in the guild's public warehouse.

This is a very clever and meticulous approach.

Although the system would lock the hotel rooms, it was usually set so that friends or guild members could open them except when sleeping. The other party took advantage of this and asked him to sneak into the room, set the transfer location of the corridor crystal in the room, and then invade when the room owner was asleep.

Then all you have to do is submit a transaction request, press the agreement button with the other person's finger, and then select the ring and exchange it.

Although there was a risk of being discovered, he was bewitched and agreed to the deal in exchange for half of the proceeds from the other party's sale of the ring, and because even if the president woke up and discovered the thief, it would not be him so he would not be implicated.

And the result...

"I, I really didn't expect the other party to kill the president. I really didn't think of killing anyone! I, I was also scared! If I tell my companions about the note, someone will want to murder me next time. So, I really don't know who wrote it! Please, please forgive me!"

Schmidt begged for mercy in a shrill voice, and then kowtowed repeatedly, begging for the other party's forgiveness.

"I have recorded what you said."

Although Schmidt was almost out of breath due to excessive shock, he still looked at the two people whose faces appeared from under the robes of the Grim Reaper. He originally thought that they were the president and Grimrock who came to claim his life, but he didn't expect that their real identities were actually Yezi and Keynes.

But these two people should also be dead.

Especially Ye Zi, who had seen it with her own eyes a few hours ago, a black knife flying from the window pierced through her body, and her character was scattered when she fell from the window.

So they are ghosts?
When Schmidt thought of this, he almost fainted again, but the words that Ye Zi said when he revealed his true face saved Schmidt's consciousness at the last moment.

"Record...record?"

As if answering his question, Ye Zi took out an octagonal crystal column emitting light green light from his arms, and this was the crystal used for recording.

It's impossible for the ghost to use props to record the conversation just now.

In other words, the deaths of these two people were faked.

"So this is ah……"

After finally understanding the truth of the matter, Schmidt finally relaxed and collapsed in front of the cemetery.

Schmidt was not angry about the fact that he was completely fooled and the other party had evidence in their hands. He was just surprised that Keynes and Yezi had such a deep obsession with the President of Golden Apple.

"You two actually admire the president so much..."

"Aren't you the same as us?"

"what……?"

"You don't hate the president, do you? Although you have a strong obsession with the ring, you definitely don't want to kill her. Is this true?"

"Of course! It's true, please believe me!"

Schmidt's face twisted, and he nodded continuously.

This statement should be true.

After all, Schmidt is a member of the strategy team, and this is in the wild. If he wants to kill these two people to silence them, it will be very easy.

It wouldn't work to explain that he would become a red-named player or would not be able to stay in the guild or the strategy group. He just felt that if he killed the two people, he would not be able to continue to be a normal person.

So even though Schmidt knew that Crystal was still recording, he still kept talking about the sins he had committed in the past.

"I just sneaked into the president's room and set up the exit for the transfer. Of course... I admit that it was by doing this that I got a lot of money to buy equipment and weapons, and was able to enter the Holy Dragon Union."

"You really don't know who wrote the note?"

"I, I still don't know!"

Schmidt shouted in grievance, "It should be one of the three remaining people among the eight people, besides you, me, the president, and Grimrock... but I haven't contacted them since then. Don't you have any clues?"

Ye Zi shook his head. "After the guild was disbanded, the three of them all joined a core guild similar to the Golden Apple and lived a fairly ordinary life."

"No one bought rare equipment or player huts, and you are the only one who suddenly upgraded and joined the strategy group, Schmidt." Cainz added.

No wonder……

He would be considered the murderer of the president because he bought equipment after obtaining a large amount of money, but how could he resist spending it after getting so much money?

"Wait, wait!"

Schmidt was extremely curious and asked, "If it's not for the money, then why would you take the ring even if you have to kill the president?"

Kainz and Yezi also seemed to be asked and shrank their upper bodies slightly.

In Aincrad, there was little benefit in putting the money you earned in the item column, because with the careful operation of the treasure drop rate, the value of the gold coins would not change at all, and naturally there would be no inflation.

So even if you buy expensive weapons or armor, as long as you maintain them carefully, you can sell them for the same price when you don't need them anymore. There is almost no point in keeping the money.

That is to say-

"The person who wrote that note originally wanted to kill—"

Before he could finish his words, the small knife that stretched out from the back had already pierced into the gap between the chest and throat armor with a "swish" sound. This was a sneak attack combined with the special skill of small stabbing weapons, "penetrating armor", and the special skill of non-metal armor, "stealth".

Relying on the reaction ability he had developed on the front line, Schmidt quickly recovered from his surprise and prepared to retreat.

SAO is a game, and life and death are determined by health points, so even if the throat is pierced, you will not die immediately. Although the loss of health points is relatively large due to the injury to important parts, it is nothing compared to Schmidt's extremely high health points.

But he couldn't move.

When he was about to turn around, his feet almost lost feeling, and he rolled to the ground. His health bar was surrounded by a frame that flashed green light.

This is a state of paralysis.

As a tank, he had clearly improved his poison resistance skills, but he was currently being poisoned by a high-level poison that ignored his resistance. Who on earth was the other party?
"Oh, one fell down."

An innocent voice like that of a young boy came from the sky, and Schmidt could only desperately move his eyes upwards.

He saw a man wearing black leather shoes, black tight pants, black leather armor, and a black mask covering his face - his entire body was black, except for the greenish, thin knife in his hand and the orange buoy above his head.

"Wow……"

A faint scream came from behind.

Schmidt turned his head with difficulty and found that Yezi and Kainz were threatened by a short player at the same time. He was also dressed in black, but the material of his clothes was rags instead of leather. He wore a skull-shaped mask on his head, and there was a red light in the depths of his dark eye sockets. He also held a rapier in his right hand, but the buoy on this person's head was orange.

Both of them are murderous players, and they also serve as cadres in the largest and most vicious guilds.

The one who paralyzed Schmidt was Johnny Black, the poison knife user, while the one who threatened Keynes and Yako was Chiba Shasa, the rapier user.

Could it be that even that guy...

is that a lie!

No, don't joke!
Then a new sound of footsteps was heard, as if to mock the roar in Schmidt's heart. He looked over timidly, and the figure that made people feel the greatest terror of Aincrad immediately appeared in front of his wide eyes.

The man was wearing a knee-length raincoat and a hood on his head that completely covered his eyes.

In his right hand, which was hanging down easily, he held a large, heavy square dagger that looked like a kitchen knife, and the dagger had a dark red blade like blood.

"PoH..."

The words that came out of Schmidt's lips were already trembling violently with fear and despair.

Since it is a death game, killing is natural - PoH uses this distorted concept to brainwash many players into forming killing guilds and embarking on the path of PK, becoming PK players who are more despised than BOSS in SAO, but are even more feared.

This tall and thin man had a funny name, but his eyes were as cold as ice. After he approached Schmidt, he gave a brief command.

"Turn him over."

Schmidt was like a turtle that couldn't move, and was turned over by someone kicking him in the abdomen.

After seeing his face, the tall and thin man looked at him and said again: "Wow, it's really a big fish. Isn't this the captain of the Holy Dragon Union?"

It was clearly a charming voice full of elasticity and vitality, but for some reason there was a certain peculiar temperament hidden in the tone.

Although Schmidt knew that he was in a desperate situation, he couldn't help but wonder why they were here. The three giants of the Smiling Coffin could be said to be symbols of terror, and they were also extremely vicious wanted criminals. It was impossible for them to wander around in this lower-level maze area for no reason.

This means that the three men knew that Schmidt was here, which is why they came here specifically to attack.

But that doesn't make sense at all.

He left without telling anyone where he was going, and it was even more impossible for Keynes and Ye Zi to tell them about this. Even if the members of Laughing Coffin happened to meet them here, they got here too quickly.

Am I really that unlucky?

A look of despair emerged on Schmidt's face.

PoH looked at the hopeless Schmidt and tilted his head and said, "I really want to say It's Showtime right away, but how should I play it better?"

"Just play that, Boss!"

Johnny Black immediately shouted excitedly in a shrill voice: "It's a game where they kill each other, and the one who survives gets to live! But the strengths of the three of them are so different, so we still have to set fair conditions!"

"You say that, but didn't you kill the last guy last time?"

"We can't have fun if you tell us, Boss!"

After hearing this tense yet creepy conversation, Shasa, with the rapier in hand, let out a whoosh of laughter.

At this point, terror and despair finally invaded Schmidt's body, forcing him to close his eyes.

at this time--

A rhythmic sound of "dong dong dong" came to his ears. PoH frowned and warned his two subordinates with a sharp breathing sound.

A few seconds later, a light jumped up and down in the distance. It was a cold flame wrapped around the black hooves of a horse that almost blended into the night. A black knight was riding this black horse that seemed to come from Hades. The horse reached the hill in an instant, climbed to the top of the hill after a few jumps, and stood up on its hind legs, and white hot gas was violently spewing out of its nose.

The three men were forced back several steps by the horses' momentum.

Then the knight on horseback rolled off the horse and let out a scream when his buttocks hit the ground.

"It hurts!"

Schmidt was familiar with the voice.

It's Kirito!
"Hey, PoH, long time no see. Why are you still dressed in that lame way?"

"…You have no right to say that to me."

PoH's answer was full of murderous intent.

Johnny Black then took a step forward and shouted in a very obvious and excited voice: "You bastard... stop pretending to be calm! Do you know what is going on now!"

PoH used his hands to stop his frantic subordinates.

"Just as this guy said, Kirito, it's cool to appear like this, but even you don't think you can take on the three of us at the same time, right?"

Three to one, the advantage is on my side!
Schmidt clenched his fists.

The situation is just as PoH said. Even if he is the top fighter in the group and the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament, he cannot defeat the three members of Laughing Coffin at once.

Why didn't he bring Krillin and Asuna with him?

Schmidt wanted to ask.

Kirito said in a relaxed tone, "I think so. But I've already drunk the poison resistance potion, and I have a lot of recovery crystals on me, so I should be able to hold on for ten minutes. Besides, before I came here, I invited someone to come here to enjoy the moon. PoH, guess who he is?"

While talking, Kirito shared his window.

PoH three people saw a familiar name right above the chat window.

——Xiaolin!
He couldn't help but sigh softly.

Johnny and Shasa looked around anxiously, fearing that a small forest would emerge from the darkness.

“…Suck!”

PoH uttered a short curse, and as his companions also became frightened, he snapped his fingers. His two men immediately relaxed and quickly put away their weapons. They looked as if they had really come here to admire the moon.

They looked down on Kirito, the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament, but were absolutely in awe of Krillin.

In their opinion, they are a group of people who can do whatever they want in the game, but compared to Xiaolin, it is the game that protects them. If it were in reality...

The murderous intent was so chilling that it made one feel like falling into an ice cellar. Even PoH couldn't help but tremble.

PoH raised the kitchen knife in his right hand and pointed it at Kirito.

"Don't think you can keep bullying others, Black Swordsman... One day I will make you beg for mercy on the ground. I will make your important friends bleed into a river, and you will have to roll around in it in a mess. Just wait!"

"I'll be waiting. Oh, by the way, Xiaolin asked me to tell you that your performance at the martial arts tournament was terrible, and he hopes you can come up with some more tricks."

"You don't have to tell me! If I find it, I'll use it on you first!"

After saying this, he deftly spun the kitchen knife around his fingers and put it back into the scabbard. The other two hurriedly followed the leader who was leisurely walking down the hill.

But before that, the Shasa people reluctantly uttered harsh words.

"Don't think that I'm so cool on stage. Next time, I'll ride a horse and chase you."

"Then keep working hard. Maybe then you won't be chasing me, but will be chased on horseback."

After hearing Kirito's answer, Shasha just let out a heavy breathing sound and then followed her companions away.

Kirito let out a sigh of relief when he saw them leave.

He had only seen PoH before, and the other two men were his first time seeing them. As expected, their strength should not be underestimated. If he had known earlier, he would have asked Xiaolin to come along. Fortunately, Xiaolin's reputation was useful, otherwise it would have been a fierce battle.

(End of this chapter)