Early the next morning.

Blake, who was refreshed after a night's rest, opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and disarmed a few simple traps beside the bed.

As an assassin, even if you are "self-taught".

He also knows that falling asleep is the most vulnerable state and requires more protection. The techniques for building these traps were learned from the mysterious dwarf Greif Crazy Heart.

Very simple.

But it's also very practical.

He pushed open the door and saw Oridon Perenold walking over. This guy was wearing casual clothes and his face was full of pride.

He came over, bowed slightly to Blake, and whispered:

"Master, did you sleep well last night?"

"Well, I'm very satisfied."

Blake replied in a hoarse voice. He looked around and winked at Oridon, who hurriedly followed. In the corner of the corridor, he said to Oridon:

"I have some 'things' that are inconvenient to carry. Maybe you, a sergeant with wide connections in the castle, can help me."

As he spoke, the magic bag was opened.

An orc's head fell at Auriden's feet, making the young sergeant's eyes light up. Seeing his reaction, the cunning pirate laughed and said:

"I have more here..."

The heads of the orcs that had been hunted and killed in the past few days were all thrown out in the next moment, creating a small spectacle at the feet of Auriden.

The latter's breathing immediately became rapid.

So many heads!

He is indeed an orc killer.

How much military merit can these orc heads be exchanged for?

"Master, please rest assured! You are my mentor's distinguished guest."

Auriden's body was trembling, suppressing his inner excitement, he patted his chest and said to Blake:

"I will do my best to meet all your requirements, this is what I must do, whether it is money or other aspects of enjoyment, I will do my best to do it.

I just don’t know, what do you need?”

"I need some equipment, leather armor for easy movement, good weapons, or rare items such as magic bags, but they must be of good quality.

Don’t fool me with defective products.”

Blake hugged the restless little fish-man and said:

"I suggest you don't take them all out at once. The major is planning a war against the orcs, and these things rot in the magic bag very slowly.

You have enough time to make careful arrangements, don't be anxious, you have to be careful and don't let others take advantage of you."

With the caution a shadow walker should have, he warned:

"If you let me get involved in the trouble you caused, I'll teach you a 'little' lesson."

"Yes, Master."

Oridon suddenly became solemn, and he responded politely:

"Thank you for your reminder. Although my family is in decline, there are still some treasures. I will get them as soon as possible and I will definitely satisfy you.

Also, the major invites you to his office to discuss a plan to launch a counterattack against the nearby orc clan."

"Well, at a suitable time, I will visit the major."

Blake glanced at the status bar of the character card.

He said:

"Now, I'm going to hunt a few orcs as a pre-dinner exercise."

After saying that, in front of Auriden, he took a step forward, walked into the shadows, and disappeared silently.

But he wasn't going to hunt orcs.

He went to find little Taresha, that sensible girl, who was helping her busy mother clean up the housework at her home in the lower part of the castle, when Blake appeared behind her.

Little Taresha was naturally startled again.

But Mr. Black was much kinder today. He sat with Taresha very familiarly and told her interesting things about the hills and the castle, as if he was passing the time.

This made little Taresha a little confused.

Shouldn't a person as powerful and awe-inspiring as Mr. Black be very busy?

How could he have time to chat with an ordinary little girl like himself?

Blake sat by the fireplace in her home, drinking poor wine and paying close attention to the status bar of her character card. This continued for a full hour.

When little Taresha refilled his fifth glass of wine, and the chat between the two had turned to boring topics like the secrets of Stromgard's palace, Blake's fingers suddenly trembled as he was holding the wine glass.

in his gaze.

In the translucent character card status bar, two more entries were quietly added:

Character Card: "Soul Hunter" Derek Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

Status: Mortal body. Hell messenger. Time and space beacon (locked). Dragon power shocks (lower level. Cannot be exempted)

"It's coming!"

Blake narrowed his eyes, stood up immediately, said goodbye to Taresha, and put a bright red apple in the little girl's hand. He patted Taresha on the head and said with a smile:

"You must be wondering why I came to see you today. In fact, I also have a sister who is as old as you, and like you, has long blond hair and light blue eyes.

Every time I see you, I will think of her, and the reason why I let that little orc go has something to do with this."

Blake sighed playfully.

He said:

"I can never refuse any of her requests..."

"ah?"

Taresha held the sweet-smelling apple. She looked at Blake and said:

"Then Mr. Black, you must like your sister very much?"

"I like it...it's okay."

Blake patted her little head and said:

"This apple is my gift to you. Just think of it as a complement to scaring you last night. Just think of it as a small favor to do me and don't make me feel too guilty."

After saying that, Blake disappeared and rushed to Major Blackmore's office as fast as possible.

And little Taresha looked at the red apple in her hand.

The aroma coming from it made her twitch her nose, and she carefully cut off half of it, planning to bring it to Sal to taste in the evening. Then she continued to clean up the housework while humming a song and eating the sweet apple.

Five minutes later.

In the major's office, the major was sitting on a chair, looking at the hilly battlefield map on the table, and thinking about the next counterattack, when he suddenly felt a cold killing intent.

This veteran reacted very quickly.

He kicked the table in front of him violently, roared, ducked down to avoid the blade punch thrust from in front of him, drew out the dagger from his waist, stood up and slashed at the assassin in front of him.

"clang"

The dagger collided with Werther's leg, causing a few sparks to fly.

The major exerted force with his feet, and like a bull, he bumped into the assassin in front of him, knocking back several steps the Black Shaw who was exuding murderous aura.

"You're crazy!"

The major saw the assassin clearly wrapped in the broken shadow and roared.

As a result, Blake shouted coldly:

"Edras Blackmoore! You have failed your people, you have betrayed your king! You breed orcs in the castle! You two-faced coward!"

"you!!!"

These words made the major horrified.

The anger in his heart at the assassination also turned into a bone-chilling chill at this moment, and he stared at Blake in front of him.

I sighed in my heart, he is indeed an orc killer!

Overnight, Sal's existence was discovered.

Now is the period of the decisive battle between orcs and humans. Once such a secret is leaked, the merits and good reputation that the major has managed to accumulate will be over immediately.

A look of determination immediately appeared on his face that was originally full of boldness. With a twist of his wrist, he rushed towards Blake.

He wants to kill the assassin in front of him!
To be continued...