Chapter 67

"Boss!"

Not good!

Inside the room, Inanna hurriedly covered her small mouth.

She tiptoed to the door, pressed her ear against it and listened for a long while, only relaxing her breath after confirming there were no footsteps outside.

She was too excited by the letter and actually shouted out...

The content of the letter was very simple: it wanted to use an S-rank Magic Crystal as payment.

In exchange for information about the Amethyst Dungeon within the Relic Association.

There was no signature, but a small pink Pujiji was drawn in the bottom right corner!

Only a few people knew what her Pujiji looked like, and anyone capable of producing an S-rank Magic Crystal certainly wouldn't be one of the adventurers from the Silver Thorn Squad.

On the other hand, the Boss had a huge pile of Magic Crystals when he was in the Deep Zone, so it wasn't strange that he could produce an S-rank one.

Furthermore, the reply address given in the letter was Mute Wind Town, next to the Amethyst Dungeon.

No matter how one thought about it, this letter must be from the Boss.

Come to think of it, did the Boss come up too?

Or at least reached the upper few floors.

The Pujiji Calvin mentioned last time in the fifth floor was very likely the Boss.

And this letter was written by someone the Boss asked for help!

As for why the Boss wanted this information?

Wanting to understand his surrounding environment better seemed very normal to Inanna.

She now really wanted to go to the Amethyst Dungeon immediately to find the Boss.

But she was not allowed to go out right now.

She also really wanted to help the Boss investigate the data on the Amethyst Dungeon.

But she was not allowed to go out right now...

Eric only said that because of the matter of summoning the Hero, the situation was turbulent, and she was not allowed to go out.

But he couldn't say when the ban would be lifted.

What should be done?

Inanna hugged her legs and rocked on the bed for a long time, but still had no good solution.

"Anyway, let's write a reply letter first..."

—

Eric glanced at Inanna, whose face was mixed with emotions of joy, apology, and expectation.

Then he looked down at the letter Inanna had handed into his hands.

The recipient was: Dylan Slick.

A man's name...

"Understood, Young Lady. I will mail it for you tomorrow."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Uncle Eric."

After Inanna left, Eric looked at the sealed letter in his hand a few more times.

He certainly would not do something like secretly opening the Young Lady's letter to snoop.

But... Dylan, huh...

It seems necessary to find someone to check what identity he has, to give such a precious gift.

We cannot let someone with ill intentions take advantage of the Young Lady.

—

The Duke's Mansion was not too far from Mute Wind Town.

So only a few days later, Dylan received the Young Lady Inanna's reply letter.

And he read it himself directly.

In other organizations, if a subordinate unauthorizedly read a letter written to their own boss, that was a path to death.

But it was different with Dylan.

The Boss couldn't read; taking it back would just mean having someone read it to him, so he would have to see it sooner or later anyway.

Dylan put away the letter he had finished reading.

It seemed the Boss's commission would have to be delayed for quite some time.

Once the Boss's mission was done, the only thing remaining was news about Bella.

Immediately, Dylan braved the light rain, stepped through the mud, and walked towards the area in Mute Wind Town that had not yet begun reconstruction.

Those who trade in information like to hide in such dark corners.

Ten-plus minutes later.

Inside a building that was relatively intact but should still be classified as a dangerous structure.

The damp smell of mold surged up through the cracks in the tabletop; the information broker sat with his legs crossed on a crooked oak barrel.

After receiving the final payment of 1 Gold Coin, he casually flung out a piece of yellowed papyrus.

On it, a few brief strokes recorded the "news" sold to Dylan.

"Is this the information you're selling?"

Just 10 seconds later, Dylan slapped this so-called information onto the rotten wooden table.

"What do you mean by 'only clear that she went to the Archipelago'?"

The reason for going, the specific location, the current situation—you have none of that!

"Are you playing with me?"

The information broker leisurely picked the grime from under his fingernails with a dagger, the blade tip flashing with dark red rust under the lamp.

"Distinguished guest, or should I call you Dylan?"

You must know, even just finding out she went to the Archipelago cost us great effort.

As for more details,

there are some, but..."

Dylan looked at his sneering expression and immediately understood.

So it wasn't that he hadn't found out, but that he had even discovered the relationship between me and Bella, wanting to hike the price on the spot and manipulate me.

Since the reconstruction of Mute Wind Town, all sorts of demons and monsters have mixed in.

The information brokers here before would never be so unrule-abiding.

Dylan's veins jumped with anger, but in the end he suppressed his rage and asked:

"How much?"

The information broker's dirty sleeve trembled, and two fingers poked out.

"Two gold?"

"Twenty gold!"

"Why don't you just rob me directly?"

The sharp screech of a wooden stool scraping the floor rang out; Dylan suddenly rose, gripped the long sword at his waist, and glared at the other.

The other merely maintained the thumb-pointing-to-the-door gesture for dismissing guests, his oily, shiny face skin piling into wrinkles as his mouth grinned open.

It was clearly a look of having him completely cornered.

At the same time, two figures wrapped in leather armor walked out of the room.

They crossed their arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at Dylan with a mocking expression.

Dylan looked at the three of them and ultimately failed to draw his sword.

"Wait while I get the money."

After throwing down those words, Dylan turned and left.

Behind him came the information broker's triumphant, light laughter.

Just as his shoe heels were about to step out of the house, Dylan suddenly turned, a ring emitting blue light in his hand pointing at one of the thugs.

【Ice Spike Technique】

Three ice spikes instantly condensed and shot toward that thug.

Completely unprepared for Dylan's sudden attack, that man, caught off guard, could only manage to step aside, dodging one ice spike.

The remaining two ice spikes shot into his abdomen and thigh respectively, pushing him and smashing through the already unsteady wooden wall.

"You dog, looking for death!"

The other thug, holding a spiked club wrapped in iron sheets, charged forward.

From his movements, Dylan could guess the other's strength was probably about the same as his own, a bottom-tier Silver rank; fighting face-to-face, Dylan's experience gave him a higher chance of victory.

Moreover, Dylan wasn't planning to fight him face-to-face.

His cyan-blue cloak was blown up by the strong wind blowing in.

【Phantom Clone】

After Dylan's figure blurred for a moment, it became three.

The information broker, hiding behind and having just drawn his bow, said in disbelief: "Two skill items?"

【Pierce LV4】

An arrow shot out, the arrowhead piercing through the middle Dylan.

Pop—

That Dylan, like a bubble, was instantly popped and vanished on the spot.

【Spin Slash LV5】

The remaining two Dylans slashed at the thug in front from both sides respectively.

In panic, the thug could only randomly choose one side to block.

The sound of metal clashing on metal was drowned out by the rain outside the house.

The thug guessed right, but in his hesitation he missed the optimal moment to exert force; the power he used could not fully resist Dylan's skill.

An arm was cut through by the long sword, leaving only a layer of skin still attached to the shoulder.

"Aaaaaah—"

A pig-slaughter-like scream issued from his mouth.

He paid no more attention to this thug who could no longer lift a weapon.

Dylan, holding the sword still dripping blood, stepped closer toward the information broker, who was already terrified and shaking violently.

The information broker could never have imagined that a former Silver rank adventurer, whose bottom line he should have already figured out and who was in a decline phase,

would actually possess two skill equipment items!

And attack so decisively and ruthlessly at the same time!

Now, being grabbed by the collar and lifted up by Dylan, he could only struggle to squeeze out a flattering smile:

"It's... it's my fault, I was blinded by greed.

I will tell you all the information; you can take all the money on me too.

Please, spare my little life..."

(End of this chapter)