Bai En opened the door and walked into his room. He yawned. Now he just wants to sleep in his small bed. He has been working continuously for more than twelve hours. He covered his mouth with his hand, placed the lantern on the other hand next to the straw-filled mattress, and then unbuttoned his coat. He tried not to pay attention to his surroundings, but it was hard not to ignore the loud moans of passion coming from the room next door and the singing of the drinkers downstairs.

This room is not good enough for paying customers, but it is suitable for him. He could have had a better life, such as taking over the restaurant that Falheim left here, or replacing Falheim to deal with the high-class people in Heidelberg, but now the biggest advantage of his choice is freedom. This is brought about by work. Like a few old employees of Heinz, Brian chose to live here.

Of course, he will return to Fatalin Island sooner or later, to resume his work in the Fatalin Association, repeating all the things he had done before-killing, conspiracy, war, trade, etc., over and over again. But he really hated the job now. He was n’t sure if it was related to the night owl ’s death, but he really enjoyed the simple and rough job now.

Here, he only needs to be responsible for his own life, not for others, and he no longer needs to use people as tools to order them to accomplish things that even he is not willing to do. You do n’t have to bear all kinds of secrets and conspiracies anymore. Those things are like inner burdens, and you ca n’t share them with anyone, because when you share your inner secrets with others, you also share the burden. other side. Bai En glanced casually to the side, and his small pile of property was in a corner under a window with an iron fence. That was his half-length chain mail and a small rucksack, which contained some bits and pieces, such as his firing equipment. The half-length chain armor was bought after he was chopped down by the dead secret police chief. It can be used to prevent some sneak attacks, but he still often forgets to wear it.

These things are not valuable, not even real money. Most of Bai En ’s most valuable things are in the hands of the dwarf artisan, including the ‘spirit’, the magic musket, and the magic sword that was melted down and used to rebuild the sacrificial knife. The time to transform, repair, and build these equipments far exceeded Bai En's expectations, and the time to completion has not been seen until now.

In addition, in fact, he should use this time to supplement his casting materials and potions and the like that he needs to use. But he is extremely procrastinating in this matter now, which of course also has something to do with money, but there are some less bright means of collecting casting materials, but he really is too lazy to do it. Bai En decided to stop thinking about these troubles. He fell to the bed and put his shabby wool cape over him. He was sure that his sword was within reach. His hard life on the road made him vigilant even in seemingly safe places, which is very good, although it reminded Bai En of the state when he was still an apprentice for those mentors in the Black Tower. But when he thought that the ratman they met recently might still be nearby, he was full of worries.

He remembered very clearly that at the foot of the stairs in von Hallstatt ’s mansion, the huge dead ogren corpse was lying, the residue on its mouth, and the place when it returned to the wine cellar Seeing the wreckage of the leftover food, Bai En knew who it was without guessing. This is not a reassuring sight. He even forgot that he should take away a few bottles of precious wine from the cellar, otherwise, the wine alone can make up for his shrunken wallet.

Somehow, he was not surprised at all, because he didn't hear anything about the fire in von Hallstatt's mansion at all. Perhaps the authorities did not find the bodies of those ratmen, or someone was covering up the truth. For the so-called overall situation, keeping secrets from the people Bai En has seen too much. Now, Bai En does not even want to consider this issue.

Bai En does not understand how people can turn a blind eye to the stories of these ratmen. Even when he was an apprentice, he stumbled upon some academic masterpieces and proved that they did not exist, or that even if they existed before, they are now extinct. He stumbled upon some documents related to the Great Plague of 541. Of course, the emperor of the Marnus Empire at that time was called Justinian-Rat Killer. However, that's all, this is what Bai En knew, just a plague thousands of years ago.

There are countless books on elves, dwarves and orcs, but little is known about ratmen. He could almost suspect that this was an organized conspiracy to hide them secretly, but this idea was too disturbing, so he put it aside. At this time someone knocked gently on the door. Bai En lay quietly, trying to ignore it. He told himself in his heart that this might just be one of the drunk patrons who got lost and looked around for his own room again.

The knock on the door rang again, this time more rushed and determined. Bai En got up from the bed and grabbed his sword.

In these dark days, no one can be overly careful. Maybe there are some desperate people lurking there, thinking that the sleepy white grace is easy to be deceived. After all, to say the words of the desperate people, this pub is almost all.

In fact, just two months ago, the old Heinz found a pair of murdered men and women lying on blood-stained sheets only three doors away from him. The man was a famous wine merchant, and the girl was his teenage mistress. Old Heinz suspected that the businessman was ordered to be assassinated by his wicked wife, but he also claimed that it was not his business.

When Brian threw the body into the river, his new coat was full of blood. But he was not too excited about having to use this secret passage through the sewer. There must be some death wherever he passed, which made him have to wonder if he was like a juvenile detective with a curse of death. But in this world, death is too common, and it is so common that people have even begun to numb the death itself.

The knock on the door sounded for the third time ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He heard a woman's voice whispering: "Bai En."

Bai En slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard. Just because he heard the voice of a girl does not mean that only one girl is waiting for him outside. She might bring some burly friends, and as soon as he opens the door, they will pounce on him. Just as witches use the cry of babies to trick victims, humans prefer to use women to seduce men.

He simply considered not opening the door at all, just waiting patiently until the girl and her friend tried to knock the door open, and then he suddenly realized how paranoid he became. He shrugged helplessly. Since Khrov, Spade, and the other members of the sewer guard have all died, he has every reason to become suspicious. But did he have to wait here all night? He loosened the latch and opened the door. Elisa is waiting there.

She looked up nervously at him, gently brushing off a strand of curls on her forehead. She is very short compared with Bai En, but it is really beautiful, Bai En can be sure of this.

"I want to thank you for helping me earlier," she said finally.

Bai En feels that it is a bit late to say this now. Can't she wait until tomorrow morning? However, he slowly woke up and remembered something. To be honest, he has never encountered such a thing in his life, but the situation in front of him has to convince him that this kind of thing will really happen.

"Nothing," Bai En mumbled, feeling his face flushed. Eliza quickly scanned the left and right sides of the corridor. "Aren't you going to invite me in? I want to thank you very much."

Just as Bai En thought about what to say, she had to tiptoe and kiss his lips. He stood there for a moment, then pulled her into the room, slammed the door shut, and locked it.