Who taught him to restore his country like this?

Upon hearing their explanation, Ron realized that they were the adventurers who had chased the man in enslavement shackles at the inn yesterday.

"In short, Mr. Wim is in a very volatile mood right now, so you should be careful."

He patted Ron on the shoulder, and the two left.

"A child is missing...?"

Ron seemed to be deep in thought, and reached out to knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Hello, Mr. Wim, I was introduced by the Adventurers' Guild to learn third-tier martial arts."

"Go back. I'm not in the mood to teach you right now!"

He was indeed very irritable.

But Ron did not give up: "I am the adventurer who saw through the demons' trick at the banquet last night."

The person in the room was silent for a moment, then softened their tone: "Come again tomorrow."

Ron smiled slightly and said, "I'm not forcing you. What I'm trying to say is... perhaps I have a way to find your granddaughter, Mr. Wim."

After another moment of silence, heavy footsteps approached the door.

What's your idea?

The door opened, and Mr. Wim stared at Ron, who was half a head shorter than him.

As expected of a mercenary, his imposing presence alone is enough to instill great pressure in anyone standing in front of him.

Ron felt that if he couldn't give a satisfactory answer, he might be in big trouble today.

Fortunately, he has already made a preliminary deduction of the killer's motive, and...

“I know his next target.”

Chapter 31 Prepared

The autumn rain was continuous, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Kassel seemed shrouded in a light veil. Before evening, the streets and alleys were already dim, with only the sound of rain pattering on the bluestone pavement.

As fewer guests arrived at the hotel, Herl sat behind the counter, dozing off.

Just as she was getting sleepy, something suddenly blocked the light at the door, casting a shadow on her.

She immediately realized that a guest had arrived, and her sleepiness was instantly dispelled.

Welcome!

Hel stood up somewhat hastily and greeted him with a polite bow.

"..."

The customer standing at the counter did not respond.

"Are you looking for accommodation?" she asked.

The guest still did not respond.

Hel looked at the guest in front of him with a puzzled expression.

The guest was wearing a wet raincoat, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but judging from her physical characteristics, she should be an older woman.

She wore a floral wreath around her neck, which smelled wonderful.

“This wreath is really beautiful,” Hel exclaimed.

As if hearing her praise, the guest looked up.

Hel instinctively looked into the guest's eyes.

Those were eyes that reflected a mysterious purple hue.

Such beautiful eyes...

These were the last thoughts in Her's mind. Once she met the guest's gaze, she could no longer look away. Her bright eyes gradually lost focus and became empty.

At this moment, the guest turned and walked out of the hotel.

Hel followed closely behind, his eyes vacant.

Two figures walked out of the city along the deserted alley.

An hour later.

They stopped at a rocky outcrop.

The person in the raincoat placed their hand on a boulder, and as magic was transmitted, the boulder slowly moved, gradually revealing a two-meter-high opening.

The man in the raincoat lowered his hand and was about to enter the cave.

Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound of wind breaking behind me.

The person in the raincoat quickly jumped away.

call out!

The obsidian arrow, with unstoppable force, embedded itself deep into the cave wall, sending up a shower of rubble.

"Finally found you, you stinking rat hiding in the dark corner."

An angry voice rang out from afar.

Immediately following was another sharp arrow hurtling towards them.

Knowing his whereabouts had been exposed, the man in the raincoat acted decisively. After dodging the second arrow, he used his wind manipulation technique to escape at full speed without looking back.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

A gleaming silver blade appeared out of thin air, just a hair's breadth away from severing the man in the raincoat's throat.

Having failed in his first strike, the person wielding the short blade once again concealed his presence and slithered into the shadows.

Before the man in the raincoat could regain his footing after dodging the fatal blow, another arrow came flying from behind.

Seemingly realizing the situation and knowing that he couldn't easily escape, the man in the raincoat finally began to fight back.

Her lips moved rapidly, and a magical shield immediately appeared behind her.

boom!

The arrow struck the magic shield and shattered it.

At the same time, a huge ball of energy hurtled toward the direction from which the arrow had come.

With a deafening roar, the distant dense forest was instantly leveled.

"Fifth...fifth-order magic."

Just a short distance from the blast radius, the archer collapsed to the ground, still shaken.

Meanwhile, the assassins on the other side weren't having an easy time either.

The man in the raincoat casually used a fifth-tier storm spell to force him out.

Faced with absolute power, any skill seems pale and powerless.

Fortunately, the man in the raincoat had no intention of wasting time on them and planned to escape after forcing them back.

But before she had gone far, she sensed a dangerous aura.

She raised her hand and quickly conjured three layers of magical shields in front of her.

The next second, a dazzling blade flashed, and the triple magic shield was easily torn apart like paper.

The person in the raincoat flew into the air, glanced down at the raincoat with its right shoulder torn, and saw blood mixed with rainwater flowing out.

After trying to lift her right hand and finding that she couldn't, she looked down at the white-haired old man holding a long knife.

Seeing the man in the raincoat injured, the assassin, having suffered a setback, gloated and said, "Heh heh, if you want to leave, you'll have to ask old man Wim for permission to use this knife first."

The raincoat man's fifth-tier magic was indeed very strong, but it was still no match for Grandpa Wim's sixth-tier martial arts.

Knowing he was outmatched, the man in the raincoat tried to escape using his aerial advantage.

But obviously, that's impossible.

A mage's aerial advantage is particularly noticeable against low-level warriors, but against high-level warriors, the aerial advantage is almost nonexistent.

Wim stepped forward with his right foot, bent his knees and lowered his body, revealing muscles that were as bulging as if forged from steel beneath his aged appearance.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, the soles of his boots making a dull thud against the damp earth. The next second, he shot into the sky like a cannonball, his longsword drawing a half-moon arc of light in the rain—the blade was wrapped in the unique aura of a sixth-level martial skill, even the raindrops that touched the blade's aura were shaken and turned into mist.

The man in the raincoat's pupils contracted sharply. In a haste, he raised his left hand to try and use wind magic to block the storm, but the silver moon blade light did not stop and dispersed the chaotic storm.

Magic gathered beneath his feet, and Wim leaped into the air once more, closing in on the man in the raincoat. Using the momentum of his leap, he spun around and swung his sword.

boom!

The blade's energy tore through the raincoat-clad woman's newly formed magic shield, causing a trail of blood to bloom at her waist.

"Get down!"

Wim roared like thunder, slamming the hilt of his knife heavily into the back of the man in the raincoat.

The man in the raincoat groaned as he fell from the air, tumbling awkwardly into a muddy pile of rocks, his purple hair stained with blood and plastered to his pale cheeks.

The assassin adventurer swiftly stepped forward, showing no mercy as he knelt on the woman in the raincoat's chest, roughly ripping off the wreath around her neck, and prepared to place the magic-suppressing collar on her.

"This is……"

The assassin adventurer froze, staring in astonishment at the gruesome cracks on the raincoat man's neck and the agate-like object resembling flesh and blood in his throat.

Wim walked over and was taken aback when he saw the man in the raincoat's neck. His expression gradually became serious, and he began to have a vague guess about the man's identity.

After tying up the man in the raincoat, Wim went into the cave.

The cave leads downwards, and about ten meters underground, a wide open space appears, filled with rows of iron chairs.

And on each of the iron chairs, a child who was about ten years old was strapped in.

They were all unconscious, and most of them had the same cracks on their necks as the man in the raincoat, with some even developing gray agate-like growths on their throats.

shocking.