Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 67 Infiltrating

A dark and windy night.

Above the high walls of Mole Town, sentries dozed off in the darkness.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and covered their mouths.

Overwhelmed by fear, their brains bulged with terror, and their eyes, engorged with blood, protruded exaggeratedly.

They wanted to scream, but could only helplessly feel the pain of a dagger piercing their throats.

Finally, with a sob, it collapsed unwillingly.

In the darkness, the knight's squires followed the wind, and after resolving the sentry post issue, they regrouped.

Rhodes sat on the edge of the stone wall, his hand supporting his chin, gazing down at the town below.

The rows of low shacks and the muddy, dirty roads meant that there were hardly any decent buildings to be seen.

Just like the former Hekou Town, the environment in these border towns is extremely poor.

It's not even as good as the poor villages within the kingdom.

But this is precisely why the town's core buildings stand out.

Rod looked at the five-story building at the end of the road.

The neatly stacked bricks and tiles and the exquisite and elegant stone carvings make it stand out from its surroundings, like a luxurious villa standing in a slum.

In a sense, this layout is very favorable to attackers.

This saved Rhodes time from having to investigate, he thought.

After his men returned, he waved his hand and directed the group to approach the house in the darkness.

Meanwhile, in the lord's castle of Mole Town.

In a brass lamp painted with gold lacquer, a whale oil lamp from Donghai Port was lit.

The orange flames rippled.

The firelight illuminated the room, revealing three figures inside.

One of them was the former Baron of Moletown.

Lord Billard, now declared a traitor by the duchy, is wanted by the authorities.

This strong man with dark brown skin, who inherited the mole tribe from his ancestors, sat in a chair and looked at the person opposite him with dissatisfaction.

When he saw his gaze fall upon him, Jarkos, the leader of the Golden Lamp, put on a fawning smile.

Jarkos held a thin chain in his hand.

At the other end of the chain, a steel slave collar was placed around the neck of a young girl.

The girl's clothes were tattered, revealing large expanses of her fair skin.

At this moment, he hugged his knees and hid in the corner of the room, trembling with fear.

Lord Bilad looked at the girl, his dissatisfaction deepening.

He said coldly, "Your men searched the battlefield for ages, and this is all they brought back?"

Seeing his displeasure, Jarkos quickly replied, "Don't misunderstand, these are different from the prostitutes of the kingdom before."

"This woman is from the Earl of Mark's family, the fiancée of the Knight Fuler, a noble lady from a viscount's family in the kingdom!"

To demonstrate her value, Jarkos quickly pulled the chains.

After roughly dragging the girl over, he pulled on her hair.

He presented her pale face, streaked with tears, to Billard.

"Look closely," Jarkos said, pointing to the conspicuous golden lamp slave mark on her forehead.

"The Mark family foolishly thought they could control the Golden Lamp, not realizing that their so-called noble prestige was worthless in the North."

"Now their family's fiancée, this noblewoman has been branded a slave by her former subordinates—what an interesting story! Believe me, the warriors of the Mole Tribe will love this cargo! They'll adore her!"

Jarkos tried to promote the value of young girls in every way.

At the same time, he recalled the arrogant and condescending attitude of Fuller when he arrived here a few months ago.

This pleased Jarkos, who gradually increased the force with which he pulled the girl's hair.

Crimson blood seeped from the roots of the girl's hair.

Billard took the girl from his hands and ripped open her clothes with a tearing sound.

He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, examining the naked white flesh before him.

"Worthless trash!" Bila said fiercely, throwing her aside and slamming her to the ground.

"I told you to capture Fuller of the Mark family, not to steal this toy! You incompetent piece of trash!"

Bilad roared at Jarkos, his spittle flying and engulfing him.

Billard is well aware of his current situation.

Previously, he joined forces with the Golden Lamp and, with the help of the Mole Tribe, broke through Fuller's pioneering territory.

After committing this act of provocation against the kingdom, he only had one path to survival.

Abandoning Mole Town, fleeing to the city of the Mole Tribe.

Therefore, he needed to bring sufficiently valuable spoils of war to gain the favor of the tribal nobles and obtain a high position there.

His original target was Sir Fuller himself.

However, those useless guys, Jin Zhan Deng, managed to let Fu Le escape, only managing to capture one woman.

Fuller's fiancée? Such a woman is worthless in the eyes of tribal nobles!

"I've said it before: I want a man! A man with the blood of a great noble family in the kingdom!"

Bilard's throat hurt from shouting, so he pushed Jarkos away and plopped back into his chair.

He abruptly changed the subject, asking, "Are there any other pioneering knights from the kingdom's high-ranking nobles nearby?"

Startled, Jarkos didn't dare delay and quickly spread out the map to answer:

"The closest one is Rod Rothdale, the bastard from Sword Tomb; to the southeast is Charlie Mayfield of Red Mountain; and further back are..."

Jarkos listed the nearby pioneer knights one by one.

Billard's gaze finally settled on the location of the town of Hekou.

He closed his eyes in thought, made a decision, and said, "Have your men prepare; we're going to launch a surprise attack on Hekou Town!"

With so many tribal soldiers dead, Billard knew he had no choice when Fuller escaped from him.

Even if it costs me all my soldiers, I will bring one back with me!

After a while, seeing that Jarkos did not respond, Bilard angrily opened his eyes.

"Are you deaf? Huh? Who are you?!"

At this moment, there was another person in the room.

Her dazzling golden hair shimmered in the firelight, as bright as gold.

The image of the person he had imagined in his mind appeared before his eyes in reality, and at that moment, Billard's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ahead of him, Jarkos, the leader of the Marigold, looked at the chest with a puzzled expression.

There, he saw a sliver of ice-white sword tip pierce through his chest, the chill freezing his blood.

"He probably can't answer that." Rhodes pulled his sword, Iceblade, from his body.

Jarkos's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could only fall helplessly to the ground.

After dealing with him, Rhodes looked at the lord of Mole Town opposite him.

"I have a few questions, um, are you not willing? Then wait a bit."

Rhodes held his sword in front of him.

Billard, who was in front of him, had already jumped up from his chair.

The strong warrior immediately grabbed the short-handled axe on the table, raised it above his head, and swung it at him.

Seeing the overwhelming force of his attack, Rod did not choose to block.

As the battle axe cleaves down from above, the body tilts slightly to the side.

The axe blade grazed his body.

During this process, Rod clenched his fist and, before Billard could pull back to defend, took advantage of the opening and punched him in the stomach.

"Your movements are too exaggerated," Rhodes said, shaking his head as he looked at him.

The abdomen is the most vulnerable and also the most effective striking point in the human body.

Unreserved power pierces through the enemy from the fist.

After being punched, Billard lost his grip on the battle axe, which flew to the side. He curled up in pain, retching repeatedly.

His skill level was only average among elite knights, and he wasn't even wearing armor. Someone of that skill level wasn't qualified to fight me in close combat.

Rhodes judged in his mind, then approached and dislocated his limbs, tying him to a chair.

(End of this chapter)