The fifty-first day of entering the
"Do all these assassins think I'm easy prey?" Lin Lei looked at the corpse of a black-clad woman before him. Her strength was around that of a fifth-level warrior, and Lin Lei had killed her with magic support acting alone.
Derinkoort chuckled, "Just take one look at you, and anyone can tell you're only a teenager—a reckless and overconfident teenager walking alone in the Magic Beast Mountain Range. Who wouldn't want to take advantage and kill you?"
Lin Lei felt helpless.
He was only fifteen this year. While his height was that of an adult, he still had a youthful face.
"This woman... even in death she had to hit me. A few more scars wouldn't have mattered, but it's a shame this shirt of mine is ruined too. Now I only have one set of clothes left." Lin Lei looked at his torn shirt, feeling caught between laughter and tears.
Along the way, Lin Lei had obtained several sets of clothes from some assassins, but clothing was the thing most easily damaged in the Magic Beast Mountain Range.
"Boss, the Magic Crystal Core in this assassin's pack is worth several thousand gold coins. Is a shirt worth that much?"
Hearing this, Lin Lei smiled.
After over a month in the Magic Beast Mountain Range, the scars on his body were increasing, but so too were the Magic Crystal Cores in his pack.
"Forget it, I won't wear anything on top. I'll save this last set for the trip back. It's not like anyone sees me here in the Magic Beast Mountain Range anyway." Lin Lei tossed the tattered shirt aside, proceeding bare-chested and gripping the black short blade.
This black short blade had been a considerable help to him during these days.
After walking for a distance, Lin Lei naturally began murmuring a magic spell. Soon, a gentle breeze radiated outward from him in all directions—it was the 'Wind of Detection'. Within a range of two or three hundred meters, no magic beast or person could escape Lin Lei's senses.
Lin Lei would cautiously use the 'Wind of Detection' each time he advanced a significant distance. After walking for a while and casting the spell once more— "Huh? A group of people? What are they doing hiding in the trees?" Lin Lei felt puzzled.
At this moment, over a hundred meters to Lin Lei's south, on an extremely massive ancient tree—so large it would probably take seven or eight people to encircle—over a dozen people were hidden in its branches. Curiosity compelled Lin Lei to creep closer on his own.
Approaching very slowly and carefully, Lin Lei was finally able to see the dozen or so people on the ancient tree from amidst a patch of thorny, overgrown weeds some thirty-odd meters away.
A dozen people, each dressed in black clothes, each with a black short blade at their waist.
"A black short blade?" Lin Lei's gaze fixed on one of the blades.
Both the style and color were identical to the black short blade in his own hand. Simultaneously, the dozen people hiding on the tree gave off a sinister, eerie impression, very similar to the first assassin Lin Lei had encountered.
"All in black clothes, all with black short blades, and..." Lin Lei also noticed that each of the dozen people had a slight raised bump on their back.
He couldn't help but recall that the previous assassin had kept a pack pressed tightly against his body, hidden under the clothes. It was Bei Bei who had torn the assassin's back clothing to discover that pack.
"They're from the same organization." Even a fool could see it at this time.
Lin Lei's heartbeat quickened involuntarily, while the dozen black-clad figures on the ancient tree continued to converse in low voices.