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Chapter 26 – Slightly Aware (End)

Feivel was stumped. Following which, with a bad mood he hit Rumont with his fist. “What are you saying! We’re best friends! Just then, if it wasn’t for you, we currently would have already been killed by them! “

Even if a moment had already pa.s.sed, once he recalled the events that just happened, Feivel still had a lingering amount of fear. He gradually lowered his voice: “in these guy’s eyes, us people, are the same as ants. They could casually step on us, if it wasn’t for you, we would have been finished just then. They, they basically had no intentions to let us go! “

“Right, within their eyes, we’re certainly ants they could step on. “ the dim light within Rumont’s pupil gradually abated, as he sighed out.

He always believed he could always face reality in a cool-headed manner. But, he couldn’t deny, that as one from another world with over 20 something years of a geeky livelihood, he still couldn’t cope in the short-term with his current ident.i.ty.

He always believed, that even if he really did offend a few people, at worst, he’d be pushed aside. Today’s events fiercely alerted him, that his current place was one of strict hierarchy, a kind of world where a minor matter could result in a life or death struggle. With his current status and ident.i.ty, it simply wasn’t enough to protect himself. Under the current circ.u.mstances, any single mishap was fatal enough. He needed to as quickly as possible become as strong as possible. His past type of leaving it to nature att.i.tude, was absolutely unacceptable.

Killing people, seeing blood; akin to ice and snow, admiration fell on his body. His originally distracted mind, very quickly cleared up. Similar to a sudden enlightenment, enabling him to at once feel like he had matured greatly.

Thinking of this, he said to Feivel: “Feivel, today’s events, we both need to be tight-lipped about it, if any of us are even a little bit careless to let it slip out, we’re dead, understood? “

Feivel once again slowly understood the justification, busily nodding his head: “you can relax! Such a big event, I’ll be sure to keep it secret. But……currently, what should we do? “

Rumont clasped his shoulder. “First help me look for the contract letter. “

Feivel hesitated a bit, he really wanted to talk about how to handle the corpses. Seeing that Rumont didn’t seem to care, he sighed out a good breath. Catching up with Rumont, he began to turn over the Thieves hideout, looking for the contract letter.

However, what made the pair completely depressed about, was out of all the numerous doc.u.ments, including contracts, they found from the entire room, were all sealed up in leather bags. If they had to search in succession, they feared that even to the next day that they would not find what they were looking for. While he was at it, Rumont wasn’t polite, taking all the money they found within the room, as well as valuable items and weapons, throwing it all completely into the spatial region. As for the explanation to Feivel, he casually said it was one of the techniques that belonged to a Druid, able to temporarily place items in another location.

Feivel was not at all familiar with a Druid’s magic, although he felt this kind of spell was a little too mysterious and over the top, nevertheless he didn’t inquire further.

When they had threw everything into the spatial region, Rumont began to consider how to best deal with the 4 corpses.

Feivel saw him staring blankly at the corpses, knowing that he was thinking deeply, he didn’t dare go and disturb him at this moment, hoping that his best friend would quickly come up with a plan, a method to deal with them before anyone discovered them.

In accordance with Feivel’s thoughts, he thought of at this moment about how they could bury the bodies. Either this or they use a fire to cremate them, this way, n.o.body could find their bodies, wouldn’t this be best and cleanest way?

However, Rumont didn’t think in this manner.

He viewed the corpses, thinking with certainty in the end to whether burn the corpses along with the lair, destroying all evidences, or perhaps, tidy the place up, making a false trail to mislead the others?

Even though destroying the corpses would seem like the most optimal method, however, if Barcas really wanted him to die, he feared that if he could even find any shred of evidence, it would be enough to make his life a misery.

Right now, the best way was to direct their attention elsewhere, this way, even if Barcas wanted something as a pretext, he’d be unable to turn it around.

Thinking to this point, he took out a pressure writing device within his spatial region. This was the one that he bought and randomly threw into the spatial, back on the other world, when he had once partic.i.p.ated in some activities. This was for the purpose of when some tourists that went mountain climbing and encountered some difficulties, they would, in an especially dangerous situation spray easily into the mountain wall; spraying out a warning sign with this tool. Because the mountain slopes were filled with numerous wild beasts, as well as lacking some manpower, it was quite easy for someone to remove an erected wooden sign. Using this spraying device to write a word, it would be very meaningful, such that weathering forces would be unable to completely remove all traces in a short period of time.

Rumont used the device within his hands, without paying attention to Feivel’s curious gaze on the opposite side of the corpses, on the ground, concealing the events concerning the contract letters. Afterwards, a.s.suming an ident.i.ty of a magician he went and denounced them, in the end though, he made it clear that he was only a magician that was pa.s.sing by, on account of disliking the wicked conducts of these thieves, killing them off. He also left behind his previous world’s name “Pin Ji”.