Chapter 92

"What should we do now? It's not easy to dig a hole in the rain..."

This wasn't like the time with the noble knight; there were no towns before or after, just a village, and if they were thrown in the woods, it would probably take a long time for them to be discovered.

Now their location could be considered the outskirts of the city; more accurately, this was a vineyard on the edge of the city!

Although not every day, people would come by every few days.

If the corpses were left alone, they would definitely be discovered within a week.

Ordinary corpses would attract guards to investigate, let alone one of them being a vampire corpse!

If Dylan was still in the city and hadn't waited for the ship to the archipelago by then, who knew what kind of trouble he would get into.

Fortunately, Kroluo was worthy of being a professional; his method of disposing of corpses was much more advanced.

Kroluo took out a bottle with a simple seal engraved on the mouth from his backpack, untied it, and poured out what was inside—a green slime.

"No need to dig a hole, the slime will eat the corpse clean."

Kroluo's face didn't look good either, and his look at Dylan carried a bit of apology; after all, this was entirely his fault, and he had really lost face for his big brother this time.

"Brother Dylan, I'll trouble you to watch here and ensure this slime digests the corpse properly instead of running around.

I'll go back and clean up the traces.

Sorry for implicating you."

Dylan waved his hand, indicating not to mind.

Kroluo sighed and returned to the vineyard the way he came.

Dylan was left alone, staring at this little blob of slime getting bigger as it ate.

The woman in front of him with protruding canine teeth and scarlet eyes wasn't really a vampire.

To be precise, she was a half-vampire who hadn't completed her promotion.

Because true vampires would turn to ash when they died; only half-vampires who hadn't obtained a title would leave a corpse, which was common knowledge.

If Dylan had to say, this incident was a disaster of unprovoked misfortune.

The two had already reached the outskirts of the port city of Kelaike when Kroluo suddenly suggested going to a safe house to rest for a night before taking Dylan into the city.

Dylan had no objections and followed Kroluo to this vineyard.

Only when they arrived did he know that the so-called safe house was the residence of Kroluo's old flame.

What kind of spies are you guys!?

And...

What kind of development is catching an affair!?

Dylan covered his face, recalling what Kroluo had said in the vineyard.

"Brother Dylan, wait outside for a moment, I'll go give a surprise first."

"What does this mean? Why is this man in your bedroom?"

"You little white face actually dare to stab me?"

"You actually helped this little white face!?"

By the time Dylan rushed up, the gentleman whose name he didn't know had already fallen in a pool of blood, while Kroluo and his so-called flame were fighting fiercely, both furious and striking to kill, even using combat skills.

Seeing Kroluo suppressed and likely to be killed at any moment, Dylan naturally couldn't stand idly by, so he joined the fight with his steel longsword.

By the time everything ended, it had already become the scene before him.

A demon spy, on human territory, killed another demon spy because of catching an affair.

"What the hell is all this..."

Dylan actually wanted to ask: Are changelings and vampires really okay?

But obviously, this kind of question couldn't be asked now.

Dylan also discovered that this little white face was really white, and his clothing was quite gorgeous; he looked like a rich young master at a glance.

Anyway, he was definitely not someone whose death no one would care about.

Troublesome...

"Brother Dylan..." Kroluo's exhausted voice came from behind.

After Kroluo returned, the two waited for a long time until the slime finished digesting the half-vampire and wrapped the little white face in before leaving.

"Don't need to dispose of the slime?" Dylan asked.

"No need, just an ordinary slime, who knows what it has eaten."

After this incident, the two naturally didn't dare to delay and could only choose to enter the city overnight. Entering the city definitely wasn't through the main gate; not to mention the city gate was already closed at this time, even if it were open, Dylan couldn't get through.

Salty sea breezes blew in their faces as Kroluo led Dylan around the city to a drainage outlet near the sea.

A three-meter-square drainage outlet was embedded in the bottom of the city wall, with rusty iron bars sealing the exit, and collected rainwater flowed out from inside without a moment's pause.

After Kroluo approached, he grabbed the second iron bar on the left and took it off with a light lift.

Under Kroluo's signal, Dylan carried his backpack and crawled in first.

Kroluo kicked away the broken shells stuck in the stone groove with the tip of his shoe and wedged the iron bar back into its original position before following.

As his boots trampled over the years of silt in the drainage channel, Dylan covered his nose and sighed: "This is my first time seeing such a large sewer."

"When Kelaike was first established, it was planned according to the standard of a large city with a population of 400,000, so the sewer naturally couldn't be small."

He knew so much... Dylan guessed it was another one of the required courses for spies?

Kroluo looked at the water level gradually overflowing the water trough under his feet and reminded: "Let's go quickly, if the rain gets any heavier, this place will flood."

After walking a long distance at a fast pace, the two finally climbed up a ladder before the water rose.

Dylan originally thought they would climb directly to the ground, but he didn't expect it to be an interlayer.

As soon as they came up, they suddenly heard a sharp voice: "Yo! I really didn't expect anyone to come up from here in this damn weather?"

Dylan subconsciously touched the sword at his waist and looked at the source of the voice—a rat-man.

Seeing Dylan touch his sword, the rat-man's hand also went behind his back: "You kid trying to find trouble here?"

A hand patted Dylan on the shoulder; it was Kroluo.

"Don't be nervous, this guy is a newcomer and doesn't understand the rules. How much is the entry fee now?"

"Tch, keep your people in check," the rat-man complained with dissatisfaction, but didn't really take it to heart, "10 silver per person, but the road is flooded today, so I can only take you up tomorrow."

Kroluo nodded and handed 20 silver to the rat-man, who threw him two crooked but very similar iron plates.

Kroluo gave one to Dylan.

The two continued to walk inside, and Dylan asked in a low voice: "Is that rat-man also a spy?"

"Of course not, he should be a member of a gang in Kelaike city; if my intelligence isn't outdated, it should be the Black Steel Brotherhood.

No matter what your identity is, as long as you pay, they will send you into the city at the right time."

So that's it, Dylan nodded; he had originally thought that humans had already been completely infiltrated.

It turned out it was just a gang found in every city.

The two soon arrived at a relatively clean area, where some guys who looked like they were of unknown origin were sitting scattered.

Some people were holding iron plates similar to the one in Dylan's hand; it seemed they were all dangerous elements trying to sneak into the city.

And further away, there were a few guys dressed similarly to the rat-man, who looked like gang members, guarding the exit.

Kroluo found an empty space: "Let's rest here for now, try not to clash with these guys; if a fight breaks out, these gang members won't come out to maintain order."

He had been exhausted enough today and didn't want any more trouble.

However, just as he finished speaking, a scream came from behind Dylan.

"My hand—"

A halfling knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding wrist and crying out in pain, while the palm that should have been on his wrist had fallen several meters away.

The eyes of the people around were all attracted, but they all just had a look of watching a show.

Kroluo immediately thought that this person was likely a thief, and was somewhat surprised by Dylan's alertness.

"Pretty impressive, brother, I didn't even notice someone coming up behind me."

"Ah? Ah, it's okay, it's okay..." Feeling the wriggling of the backpack strap, Dylan only then realized what had happened.

Facing the gazes cast from all around, Dylan could only tighten the backpack behind him.

And at this moment, Lin Jun's gaze was focused on the panel of a black-robed person.

[Skill: Abyss Magic lv2]

A type of magic he had never seen before!

And it was the kind that sounded very strong just by the name!

Should he let Dylan go and see what it was about...