I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Lynn's idea was simple.

It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish.

Simply killing these three scumbags might provide temporary relief, but it won't awaken these numb souls.

If they don't even have the courage to take up arms and fight back, then even if we save them today, they will still become the next Francis's playthings tomorrow.

He wanted to give them the courage to do it.

The boy finally moved.

He gripped the dagger, struggled to his feet, and limped toward the three men bound by the silk threads.

Lynn's healing spells could only heal superficial wounds; they were powerless to heal his broken leg.

"Oh!"

The boy walked up to the tall guard who had just hit him with a stick and, with all his might, pushed him to the ground.

Then, he raised the dagger in his hand high.

"Pfft!"

The dagger plunged deep into the guard's chest.

There was no scream as expected; the guard simply widened his eyes and his body convulsed violently.

The boy did not stop.

He pulled out his dagger and stabbed again.

A knife.

Another cut.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over the boy's face, but he didn't care. He just kept repeating the action frantically, as if he wanted to unleash all the resentment that had accumulated over countless days and nights in this moment.

“You…you lowly commoner!” Francis, who was tied up to the side, finally came to his senses from the shock. He screamed hoarsely, completely unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

How could a beggar who was beaten, scolded, and tortured at will dare to fight back and kill someone?

How is that possible?

The backyard of the cave inn was a place he had deliberately chosen; it was secluded and large enough that even if the people inside screamed terribly, the sound wouldn't carry very far.

Moreover, in the entire city of Shouxu, who doesn't know that the Wall Cave Inn is his territory? Even if patrolling guards hear the cries for help, they will only turn a blind eye and would never dare to intervene.

The boy finally stopped moving.

The tall guard was completely silent; his chest was pierced and mangled.

The boy stood up and turned his blood-stained gaze to another short guard.

This time, he did not hesitate at all.

He walked up to the short guard and slit his throat with a knife.

Warm blood spurted out, completely staining his thin body red.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the livestock shed.

The children who had been numb and huddled in the corner all stared wide-eyed at the bloody and terrifying scene.

Francis finally broke down.

He watched the boy, covered in blood and looking like a demon from hell, approach him step by step, and felt a warm, wet sensation in his crotch.

"No...don't kill me! Spare me!"

“My father is the lord of the City of Order. If you kill me, he will never let you go. You will all die.”

The boy stopped and tilted his head, looking at Francis writhing on the ground begging for mercy. A smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained face.

Whether I kill you or not, I'm going to die anyway.

He raised the dagger, his voice hoarse.

"I want to see if the blood of nobles is really sweeter than that of us commoners."

Chapter Forty: The Self-Discipline of Businessmen

"Pfft!"

The dagger plunged into Francis's neck.

Warm blood splattered all over the boy's face, but he was completely unaware, staring blankly at Francis's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster.

The blood of nobles, it turns out, can be both warm and bloody.

They are no different from those lowly people.

Only the strong smell of blood remained in the air inside the livestock shed.

The other children huddled in the corner, their bodies trembling even more violently, but in their gazes toward the boy, there seemed to be something else besides fear.

Something they themselves couldn't quite explain.

The boy dropped the dagger, turned around, and bowed deeply to Lynn, who was standing in the shadows.

"Thank you."

"I know what to do next."

Lynn didn't ask him what he was supposed to do, she just nodded to him.

Some roads, in the end, you have to walk alone.

Some grudges must be avenged personally.

All he could do was hand over the dagger.

The boy straightened up and looked at the other children in the barn.

“You can’t go through the main entrance to the Wall Hole Inn.” A slightly older boy stood up from the haystack and pointed to the other side of the barn. “Come over here. I found a dog hole last time. You can crawl out through it.”

The children looked at each other, and finally someone made the first move.

They supported each other and followed the boy, disappearing into the deep night.

Lynn stood there, his mind racing.

Where can these children escape to? The city of Shouxu is only so big; they can't escape.

If even one person is caught, the city lord's mansion will know everything that happened here tonight.

Children who have been abused and starved cannot withstand any form of interrogation.

Any mage could, based on the children's descriptions, most likely be able to depict their own appearance.

At that time, a city-wide manhunt will be launched...

Lynn shook his head; he would be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.

No matter how powerful the lord of the City of Order is, he cannot extend his influence to the entire kingdom.

Once they leave this city, the world is vast and open, and they won't be able to find it even if they wanted to.

Lynn stopped thinking about it, took off the invisibility cloak and put it back on, reactivating the invisibility state.

The figure instantly blended into the surrounding darkness.

He quietly left the livestock shed and walked out through the main entrance of the inn in the wall hole.

The inn lobby was still brightly lit, and several drunken mercenaries were loudly boasting about their day's haul.

Lynn didn't linger and went straight back to her hotel.

The innkeeper was a well-dressed middle-aged man who greeted Lynn with a broad smile as she entered.

"There must be a catgirl who booked two rooms with you."

"Yes, esteemed guest, your friend has already checked in. I will have a servant escort you to your room."

Lynn nodded to him.

The servant respectfully led the way, subtly praising Lynn's magnificent steed as they walked, his words filled with envy.

Lynn responded half-heartedly.

He knew that the other party was being so respectful not because of him, but because of the Holy Spirit Unicorn parked at the door.

In this world, a mount of superior pedigree is the most direct symbol of status and position.

The servant led Lynn to the door of the room, handed him the key, and then tactfully withdrew.

Lynn pushed open the door and entered.

The room was spacious and elegantly decorated, with a faint fragrance in the air.

He walked to the bedside and reached out to press it. The mattress was filled with the finest velvet, so soft that one could sink into it.

After two days of running around and experiencing that bloody massacre, he was indeed quite tired.

It is not too late.

Lynn sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and quickly entered a meditative state.

Even a small improvement in one night is valuable. In this perilous world, any increase in strength could be a lifesaver at a critical moment.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly within the body, nourishing the weary body.

Speaking of meditation, Lynn suddenly remembered something else.

He hasn't registered for a job change yet.

Anna had told him before that in small cities like Windrise, the population turnover is high, management is relatively loose, and people can come and go as they please.

But the rules in the royal city are much stricter.

All humans or other races who have reached level 10 or above must register for a job change at the Adventurers' Guild and obtain a professional identity certificate.

Without identification, one cannot even enter the gates of Rivendell.

He's already level 10, and he originally planned to take care of this matter in Shouxu City tomorrow.

But now it seems the plan needs to be changed.

If the city lord's son is killed, the entire city of Shouxu will probably be under martial law tomorrow. If I go there now, wouldn't I be walking into a trap?

It seems we'll have to wait until we reach the next city to decide.

……

The City Lord's Manor.

Inside the luxurious bedroom, August Red Lion, the lord of the City of Order, sat up from the large, silk-covered bed with a look of annoyance.

He waved his hand, signaling the beautiful woman on the bed who had been startled awake to continue sleeping, before turning his gaze to the trembling servant beside the bed.

"What did you say? Francis is dead?"

"Yes...yes, sir," the servant's voice trembled with tears, "he was murdered in the backyard of the inn, along with...and the two guards who were with him..."

There was no sadness on August's face, only the annoyance of being disturbed from his peaceful dream.

He was silent for a moment.

"Although Francis is my least favorite child, he is still a member of my Red Lion family."

He waved his hand casually.

"Go and inform the Knights and the Mage Tower, and have them search overnight to find the murderer."

After saying that, he lay back down and casually pulled the beautiful woman beside him into his arms, as if the one who had just died was not his son at all.

……

Early the next morning.

As dawn broke, Lynn ended her meditation.

He walked out of the room and found that Mao Baibai had already packed up and was yawning while leaning against the opposite door frame, holding her backpack.

Upon seeing Lynn emerge, she immediately stood up straight, her two cat ears twitching.

"Meow, you're as self-disciplined as a businessman like me, that's really impressive." The cat rubbed its sleepy eyes and said with some surprise, "I thought I'd have to wait for you for ages, meow."