Super Righteous Player
Chapter 65 - 64: There’s Nothing Left to Fear_1

Chapter 65: Chapter 64: There’s Nothing Left to Fear_1

Mike took a deep breath, feeling some tension and unease.

He paced nervously to the balcony, leaned on the railing to take a look outside, extended his right hand and put up his thumb to roughly gauge the distance, then withdrew back into the room.

"The rain is getting heavier."

He couldn’t help but complain in a low voice to his companion, "What if we can’t light it when the time comes?"

"Impossible, these are arrows soaked in black fire. Rain can’t extinguish them."

His companion shook his head, carefully separated the four arrows that were inserted in the quiver, and then inserted them back into place.

Black fire was highly adhesive. Performing this task periodically was exactly to prevent them from sticking together and accidentally igniting upon retrieval.

Mike sighed and sat on the bed: "I’m not worried about the black fire being put out by the rain. I’m worried that if the rain gets any heavier, I won’t be able to see where that barrel is..."

"What about these four pots of arrows, brother?"

His companion unabashedly said, "If you shoot a pot of arrows and don’t hit anything when the time comes, then it’s my turn."

"Even better if you do it," Mike was indifferent, "You can take my share of the bounty too. To be honest, I don’t care about that little bit of money."

"...What are you hiding, you rascal?"

His companion was taken aback and asked in disbelief: "That’s a whole five pounds! Are you really going to just let me have it?"

"Five pounds is nothing..."

Mike grinned, showing his buck teeth: "This is where the real value lies."

As he spoke, he used his chin to gesture towards the four pots of black fire arrows laid out on the table.

He grinned and nudged his companion with his elbow: "Hey, mate, want in on this? We stash this number... know what it’s worth?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and gestured a five, whispering, "Five pots. If you’re in on it, you’ll have to bring out at least one pot too."

"...You’ve stashed black fire?"

His companion asked in disbelief, "That’s a capital offense!"

"Screw it, isn’t murdering a lord also a capital offense?"

Mike spat on the ground and cursed: "Getting us brothers to do such dirty work, old Barber deserves to be cut off."

"—Well cursed."

Just then, they heard a low voice coming through.

They stood up alertly and reached for the weapons by the bed.

But at that moment, an arrow burning with black fire suddenly shot in through the window, igniting the bedding.

The flames on the arrow were filthy, emitting a pungent stench and unceasingly producing black smoke so thick that it made opening one’s eyes difficult.

"Don’t move."

The voice continued from outside the window, sounding a bit muffled under the increasingly intense rain, "You know what this is."

Then a big, burly man in brand-new brown leather armor leapt in.

He held a sword in his right hand, raising it high, while his left hand held an arrow quiver without any arrows.

The next moment, another arrow was shot into the room, this time hitting the corner of the wall.

But the two inside grew even tenser.

It meant that at least two people had come to attack them!

"...Friend, who are you?"

Mike cautiously asked, "We can talk things over... How about letting your friend outside come in to avoid the rain too?"

"No need, we’ll be leaving shortly."

The Swordsman, his hair disheveled by the rain but his gaze unwavering, calmly looked at Mike: "You said... you’ve hidden five pots of black fire?"

"..."

Unsure of which side this man was on, Mike hesitated to respond for the moment.

But his attitude had already revealed a lot.

The Swordsman didn’t hesitate, he drew his sword and stepped forward.

His muscles abnormally contracted, power pumping from his heart to his arm—

—Full Force Strike!

Mike’s companion, caught completely off guard, tried to raise his short sword for a parry.

But as soon as he lifted it, it was struck by a sword attack and sent spinning away to the side!

"Ugh...!"

His right hand was immediately numbed by the immense force, even his wrist felt sprained.

But these were minor issues—

Seeing the second sword strike still coming wide and relentlessly, his heart was filled with despair.

Military swordsmanship!

It was someone from the military—

The next moment, his head spun through the air and smashed heavily against the wall, his body weakly slumping backward.

"You shouldn’t have made an enemy of the lord,"

Swordsman calmly replied.

Just then, a disturbance came from outside the window. A young man, also drenched, carrying a longbow but not wearing armor, jumped in.

"Let’s go, Old Goose. Onto the next place."

The youth casually urged, but his eyes quickly noticed, "Why did you leave a survivor?"

"He’s hidden five barrels of black fire."

Tasty Wind Goose seriously replied, "Tie him up, get someone else to interrogate him; we’re moving to the next location..."

"No, no need to interrogate, no need, sirs!"

Mike, seeing his comrade beheaded without a fight and out of sheer terror breaking his voice, pleaded, "I’ll just tell you everything! I’ve only been recruited three months ago, I know nothing at all!"

"If you did know, you wouldn’t have been left to do this kind of work."

Tasty Wind Goose let out a mocking laugh, "Did you really think you’d get paid afterward?"

At those words, Mike was momentarily stumped. He fell silent.

"Damn it," he spat in self-derision, "why else would I be doing this sort of thing...

"Give it to me straight, sirs. If I spill the right location, will you spare my life?"

Mike looked at Tasty Wind Goose with a pleading gaze.

Tasty Wind Goose calmly replied, "If we can actually get it, we won’t kill you."

"Three of those five barrels of black fire are mine, hidden at the bottom of the lake in the east district. Directly beneath that stone near the west shore, scattered in the mud. A quick search should uncover them,"

Mike relaxed slightly and immediately answered.

But he quickly saw a clear disappointment in both their eyes.

His heart panicked.

Why, why is that?

"Forget it, it’s too much trouble. We don’t have the time to search."

Tasty Wind Goose shook his head, commenting with pity, "What a waste of time."

"Reminds me of some game where you’re given a huge circle to search for someone, only to find everything hidden in the nooks and crannies,"

The kid couldn’t help but complain.

"Such a waste of time, I thought we could save the trouble of hauling barrel by barrel out... The experience is yours, kid. I’ll note this address down on the forum, let whoever is bored out of their mind do the digging. Tch, it will probably take half a day to dig them all up."

"You got it."

The Roaming Child happily agreed, taking the sword from Tasty Wind Goose’s hand and cleanly decapitated Mike, who stood frozen in place and, until his death, remained utterly baffled.

Mike even died with his eyes wide open.

He simply couldn’t understand why they showed no interest in the black fire he had hidden away...

"Oh, Anga over there said it’s clear. The last place has been solo cleared by her; you go crouch in the house first, Gerald should be entering soon."

Tasty Wind Goose patted the kid on the shoulder, "Time to hit the road, brother."

"You got it!"

The kid’s spirit lifted, his voice filled with excitement.

His attention was highly focused, his morale was soaring.

Perhaps...

"Doing some damage is definitely no problem, but it wouldn’t matter if I accidentally kill that guy, right?"

The kid glanced at his death countdown and said in an even tone, "At this point, there’s nothing left to be afraid of—"

"Is this you being reckless and saying whatever comes to mind..."

Tasty Wind Goose couldn’t help but retort, "How about we go for a barbecue at K11 after logging off tonight?"

"...Are you planning to drag me down with you?"

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