The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Nobles value face the most. If a person's carriage is subpar and can't be driven in front of others, becoming the subject of pointing and whispering, it's not just a loss of face, but a complete loss of everything.

Seeing the surrounding patrol team chasing after them, Bundy relaxed. He vigorously shook his head to sober up and slowly headed home.

It was just eating and drinking, but unexpectedly, this happened. What bad luck.

…

In a dark corner, Dole watched the scene unfold in the darkness, feeling somewhat surprised. Lily's move was quite something; it was perfectly in line with the plan.

They had split into two groups, one at the end of the road and one in the middle, having planned everything in advance.

He really jumped out of the carriage.

Dole was lying in ambush in the middle of the road, dressed in gray, practically invisible in the darkness unless carefully observed. He hid in the roadside ditch. At this moment, he slowly raised his head, a cold glint in his eyes in the darkness.

Bundy was still far away; he needed to walk slowly. Dole wasn't in a hurry.

Dole quietly lay in ambush, slowly moving forward.

After a while, Bundy slowly reached the center of the road, walking with a twist, as if he had injured his leg.

Just then, Dole arrived not far behind Bundy, about ten meters away. He breathed a sigh of relief, quietly took out the crossbow from behind, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

In the darkness, a subtle, almost inaudible sound was emitted. Bundy in front suddenly paused, then fell to the ground, silent throughout the entire process.

Seeing this, Dole quickly got up from the stinky ditch, bent his body close to the ground, and ran towards Bundy. As he ran, he disassembled the crossbow, hung it on his body, then put on gloves and took out a short sword from his waist.

He quickly arrived in front of Bundy, squatted down, and looked him over. The guy was indeed down, his neck pierced by the bolt, one hand clutching his neck, his eyes wide open. In those ten seconds, he had actually died.

"You got off easy."

Dole quickly pulled out the crossbow bolt, then compared it to the position of the bolt and forcefully thrust the short sword in, damaging the wound. After finishing all this, he roughly searched his body, creating the appearance of a robbery.

About twenty seconds later, Dole quickly fled back to the stinky ditch, then slowly headed towards the road entrance along the ditch.

In the darkness, all was silent. It was as if nothing had happened here, only the distant neighing of horses and shouts of people were unusually clear.

Before long, two figures appeared one after the other at the entrance of the slum, exchanged a hand signal, and then quickly disappeared.

Everything went smoothly.

After changing clothes and makeup in the slum, Dole quickly returned to his house.

At this time, Baal had been waiting at the door for a long time. He stretched out his claws and greeted Dole. A faint voice sounded, "You're more like a real assassin than a real assassin. The crime scene you fabricated is flawless. I didn't even think you could achieve this level at this stage."

Dole knew it was easy for Baal to monitor him.

He waved his hand and casually walked into the courtyard.

He took out the crossbow from under his clothes and said, "Ten gold coins, ten bottles of potion, don't waste them. Fabricating the scene, isn't that the basic principle of an assassin?"

Baal looked at Dole in surprise, "Oh ho, you really think of yourself as an assassin. Very few real wizards become assassins; it's too degrading."

It shook its head and said, "Wizards can easily practice a few kinds of potions and refine some energy items, which is much better than killing people."

Dole shrugged, his face a little unsightly, "If I go out now and tell people that I can refine magic potions, I'll probably be treated terribly instead of being a guest of honor."

Baal also knew this was true, so he didn't argue with Dole, "You little brat, you have a pretty flexible brain." He thought for a while and said, "I'll go to the Assassin's Guild later and see if there are any books on assassin self-cultivation for you."

Dole grinned and said, "Thank you then, but don't get caught."

Baal immediately scoffed, "Heh heh."

…

In the night, Dis touched his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

Bundy's death originally had nothing to do with him. That defense area was the responsibility of another person, and he was a noble himself. But these commoner constables could only intimidate commoners; they had no way to deal with these nobles and were directly pulled in as conscripts.

These parasites are useless at solving cases, but they're top-notch at collecting money.

Being pulled out of bed, Dis was already unhappy.

Bundy's body was in the middle of the road. Although they said it was a premeditated robbery, with a knife stabbed into the neck, Dis couldn't believe it. Not to mention that commoners wouldn't dare to rob nobles, even if they did, it wouldn't be so coincidental. Why didn't those patrolling the streets notice anything suspicious?

He led his men from afar and quickly arrived next to the body.

A constable in a gorgeous uniform had been waiting beside him for a long time. Seeing Dis, he frowned and said, "Dis, you're our detective. Can you help me see what's going on? I always feel something is strange."

Although he used a requesting tone, his tone was very arrogant.

Dis's mouth twitched as he looked at the other party without speaking. He lowered his head, put on gloves, and began to examine the body. It was difficult to see clearly in the dark, so he had to observe carefully. Carmen lit a torch beside him. Soon, he frowned.

Indeed, it was similar to what he had imagined. It wasn't close combat, not even a sneak attack. Even if it was a sneak attack, Bundy, this minor noble, would have had reaction time. He clearly didn't react at all and died instantly. Moreover, the body had been tampered with; it was impossible to tell which direction the attack came from or where the enemy came from.

He carefully examined the wound, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything from the wound. But what was certain was that the wound was wrong.

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It looked like a short sword, but where would a short sword go in from this posture? This wasn't an assassination technique, very inconsistent with assassins, even inconsistent with any profession's technique.

He pondered for a moment and stated his conclusion.

The surroundings were silent.

…

Bundy's death caused a great disturbance among the nobles. No matter what, Bundy was also a noble, recognized by the empire, a person above people. Unlike the deaths of Feller, Otto, and others, Bundy's death caused a great sensation.

Being robbed and killed was a major incident in Domont City. Therefore, the police department, the military department, and the security department dispatched forces simultaneously to conduct a large search of Domont City, making a great commotion. For a time, Domont City was in an uproar.

However, this kind of search was destined to be meaningless, at most just ferreting out some insignificant petty thieves.

Dole still went to work as usual during the day, got off work as usual, forged iron, and exercised his strength. However, he was now restraining the intensity of his exercise because he had discovered that the vastness of his Qi and blood greatly affected the wizard's meditation, and Baal had long warned him that his warrior talent was very ordinary and his wizard talent was stronger.

Unless the wizard advances to the next level, the warrior side should not be trained for now.

After becoming a second-level blacksmith, Dole's side was also relatively relaxed, no longer as busy as before. According to the blacksmith's rules, he was now starting to save money to buy the Dou Qi Art.

These were all just appearances.

However, Dole still attracted a lot of attention. Such a young blacksmith was still very eye-catching, receiving a lot of attention on weekdays, and even being promised many things and poached.

Even Uncle Hong praised Dole and taught him some other skills, such as observing, vibrating, checking the quality of the embryo, and some technical techniques of vibration, such as intermediate hammer techniques.

Half a month later, in mid-August, the weather became slightly sultry.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Dole habitually glanced at a corner of the roadside.

There was a mark there that had been added at some unknown time.

Seeing this, he pretended to be fine and walked towards the slum. Soon, he came to the door of another marked house, knocked on the door, knocking five times.

The door opened quickly, and Dole slipped inside.

Lily breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Dole. She took out a money bag from her waist, poured out ten gold coins, and handed them to Dole.