Half-elf Notebook

In the deep night, a figure stood silently on a four-story building.

Along the outer corridors of the building, from the second to the fourth floors, there were sentries holding oil lamps or torches standing in each direction.

Their field of vision was terrifyingly wide, coupled with the continuous lights in the buildings below.

Their field of vision is large enough to cover an area within a one-kilometer radius of the building.

But they could not see the dark shadow approaching from the buildings at a low altitude.

They also failed to notice the black shadow crawling on the outer edge and leaping to the upper level before their eyes.

Rick let the cold wind blow his black coat, his eyes like an eagle, looking around like a sentry below.

The buildings are located on the outer edge of the rows of buildings.

Beyond this, there is a sentry tower every twenty meters, manned by three members.

And a metal fence that wraps everything in.

The top of the metal fence is shaped like a spear.

There are two strangely shaped barbs extending from both sides of each rod, and the whole body is black, like fangs growing in the darkness.

Keep thieves with bad intentions away.

Of course, the value of the metal fence itself is the main reason why thieves are taboo.

Metal is not scarce in the ghetto.

Because there is a normal urban area next to it.

But it is also not rampant and is a standard equivalent.

In general, the only iron items in a poor household are pots for baking or frying, scissors for cutting cloth, an axe for chopping wood, and a hammer for repairing houses.

An urban area is separated by an almost massive amount of metal fences.

This in itself is enough to illustrate the energy and wealth contained in the individuals and collectives of the owners of this area.

And Rick came in from the other side, from a similar large fence...

No matter how many people there are, the vast majority of sentries, patrolling thugs and gang members are still just strong ordinary people.

Rick's body turned toward the inside of the building complex.

A tall building surrounded by many buildings was reflected in his eyes.

It has five floors and is over twenty meters high, much higher than the city walls further away.

To describe it in one word, it is tall and magnificent.

It is no less impressive than a small castle.

It stands opposite the iconic aristocratic manor house located several kilometers away on the other side of the city.

This is Rick's next goal.

Prior to this, he had already gone to the residences of several Blood Gang high-ranking officials in this "city within a city".

Unfortunately nothing was found.

Rick is not a professional thief, and the assassin has not conducted any special investigations into the targets' daily routines.

It is also possible that they gave up their residence for other reasons.

For example: the news that Tingus's bounty had been paid off, a large number of adventurers appeared in the slums, etc.

In order to avoid the spotlight, it is not impossible that the top leaders and some leaders of the Bloody Banquet would temporarily leave the city.

But Rick had noticed something before he reached the tall building.

Now it is much clearer.

There were also many Blood Gang members patrolling back and forth in the building complex, seemingly surrounding the core building intentionally or unintentionally.

This is a sign of strengthening defense.

It goes without saying why we need to strengthen our defense.

Rick jumped down and, without grabbing anything, he decelerated simply by mobilizing his fighting breath, creating a gliding effect.

It fell silently onto the roof.

Immediately, a few more people dodged and quickly approached the five-story building.

That moment when his perception took in the building as a whole.

Rick couldn't help but grin.

At least he didn't have to find the leaders one by one and use sixth-level magic to pry the answers out of them.

"Two upper bronzes, five middle bronzes, and two lower bronze leaders, quite a complete group."

Rick's body was like the most agile bird, climbing rapidly along the outer wall.

On the floor where he sensed the breath, Rick stretched out his hand and placed it on the wall, and his figure disappeared.

There was only one half-open window left, facing outwards.

The metal lock had been silently cut by some sharp object at some point, leaving a smooth cut surface.

-

"How many more of these pretentious meetings do you need to have before you're satisfied? Brizzi!"

The "Dagger" smashed a shallow hole directly on the solid wood podium and shouted angrily at the "distinguished guest" Britz.

He endured for two days and attended four such meetings that produced no conclusions.

Since he was promoted to one of the eight top leaders of the gang, he has never felt as aggrieved as he does now.

Colleagues sitting across from each other at the podium.

At this moment, they were like a group of officials begging like nobles, which made him feel annoyed.

"Slin, put away your temper. None of us has the obligation or need to listen to your complaints."

"The people above have their own decision to make, and it's only been two days. Can't you even wait for this little bit of time?"

A burly and somewhat bloated man on Britz's right knocked on the table in dissatisfaction, interrupting "Dagger".

His strength was steady and had a unique penetrating power, and the sound it produced could be clearly heard even amidst the roar.

"Wait, how long do you plan to wait?"

"We used a magic scroll for 'remote communication' with them! It's not a flying bird message, and there's no need for a messenger to ride a horse across several provinces."

"Even if it's a pig, it should know to nod after two days!"

"And they, assholes, didn't even give us a fart. Now the reward has been announced and Tinggus has been sent to prison."

"Tell me, who dared to show up when those adventurers were wandering around your territory?"

"Dagger" Slin had no intention of keeping silent. Instead, he loudly retorted to the other party.

The lights in the conference room were bright, as if it were daytime.

Naturally, you can also see that the burly man's expression has obviously become ugly.

He and "Goblet" were responsible for the smuggling of goods and slavery-related operations within the gang.

Although it cannot be compared with the "distinguished guest" who is responsible for direct contact with the other party.

However, these two businesses also allow us to more intuitively see how much power the people at the top hold.

For the transport caravan alone, there were more than thirty bronze-level guards!

And this is nothing more than a team of servants used by the big shots above to raise money and toys.

As long as they want, they can ban the "Bloody Banquet" which is famous in Leishi City at any time.

Support a new gang.

This is what men fear.

He didn't mind Slin's stupidity or his rude remarks.

But he didn't want to lose his life because of the other party's stupid remarks.

Be careful! Dagger!

Blitz let out a sound that almost sounded like a growl, and his expression also looked unsightly.

He was the one that Silin was roaring at.

The reservedness that the business has been forced to develop over the years has prevented this from turning into a meaningless exchange of accusations.

But it does not mean that he, who possesses the strength of a mid-level bronze rank, will endure in silence against Slin, who is of the same status.

But now he must appease and suppress the voices of resistance, which is why he continues to hold parliaments.

He had no solution to the problem, and indeed he guessed that the Daoxue Gang had become the abandoned children of the bigwigs.

But at least they can use bloody means to warn those adventurers who overestimate their own capabilities.

It is entirely possible for seven people to join forces to defeat a lower-level silver.

However, as long as you dare to escape.

They participated in the assassination of the princess and knew the mastermind. Given their personalities, they would never give them any chance of survival.

The power of the big men is enough to cover the entire kingdom.

There are countless professionals and wizards who can be mobilized.

Brize knew that unless they could escape to a kingdom several countries away from the kingdom, the principality would remain in anonymity.

Otherwise, the only place where they could hide their identities could be a mound of earth in some forest.

"Be careful with your words? What do you mean? Should I keep staying here and wait for a few weeks, a month or two?"

"Wait until a free silver-level bounty hunter comes and turns us all into bounties, and wait for an envoy from above to place a bouquet of flowers on our graves?"

If the leader who was sitting quietly on the podium had not glanced at him coldly, he would have stood up long ago and started sneering at Brize with exaggerated gesticulations.

However, the rowdy parliament ended abruptly.

Like a candle burning out, the vision is shrouded in endless darkness.

There was no sign.