Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

“Did you find the brat?”

Gillip asked his subordinate,

He was holding an axe with a menacing look in his eyes.

“He seems to be in here. We should find him soon.”

“Find him quickly and bring him to me. I’m going to split his head in two with this axe.”

As the leader of the Black Crows appeared, the auction house became unsettled.

Whenever Gillip showed up, bloodshed followed.

“Who had the guts to cause trouble?”

“Must be some clueless noble kid trying to act tough.”

“It’s been quiet for a while.”

“Who’s going to end up dead today?”

The auction house patrons were curious.

It was another spectacle for them.

Seeing the Black Crows catch a noble brat was always a source of amusement.

At the same time, it reaffirmed the Black Crows’ dominance.

In the Fresia Empire, who would dare to mess with nobles?

Only the Black Crows, who ruled the underworld of Philaec, could treat nobles with such disdain.

“Huh?”

“Did you feel that vibration just now?”

“I didn’t notice anything.”

“Maybe I imagined it.”

The auction house patrons were confused.

“Could it be the secret room?”

When Gillip felt the vibration from below the floor, his subordinate quickly approached him.

“We found him. It looks like he’s in the secret room.”

“You need a code to open that door.”

Gillip frowned.

It was a place that regular patrons could never access.

Only those with deep ties to the Black Crows could enter.

“How did he get in?”

In a corner of the auction house, they reached the door to the secret room.

Even as they arrived, the question remained.

“Should we go in?”

“Wait here.”

While they waited by the door, a huge man known as the Third Brother hurried over.

“Big Brother, I’m sorry. Because of me....”

“Don’t worry about it. It seems we need to reestablish the Black Crow exchange’s reputation. Don’t worry about it. From now on, we’ll verify identities more thoroughly.”

“Yes, Big Brother.”

With a clinking sound, the wall split open.

Gillip smiled slyly.

“Let’s see whose kid this is.”

A young man in his early twenties appeared from the secret passage.

He was followed by a female knight and a familiar face.

“What’s going on here? Why is that fighting dog coming out with them?”

Gillip was taken aback at the sight of Mikhail.

The slave trapped in the secret room was a top-class combat slave.

The prison was made of special black iron that couldn’t be destroyed, even with mana..

Yet Mikhail, who had been locked up, was now out, which meant the prison had been breached....

“You broke the iron bars? They were made of black iron!”

As Gillip stood in shock, a bald giant pointed at Kane and shouted.

“Big Brother! It’s that bastard!” .

“Quite a crowd,” Kane muttered with a glint in his eyes.

As Kane remained unfazed, Gillip stepped forward.

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“Ugh!”

Blood spurted from the giant bald man’s mouth. Despite his considerable toughness, he couldn’t withstand Kane’s assault.

“That madman.”

“Are you just going to watch? Save Third Brother!”

The Black Crows rushed at Kane again.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The spear shaft, which had been mercilessly beating the giant bald man, swung around. It moved left and right like a snake, striking opponents. The Black Crows, all in Beginner 3rd class, were knocked down as they approached Kane. Meanwhile, Kane occasionally remembered to strike the giant bald man again.

“Please... stop...”

He didn’t pass out easily this time. It wasn’t due to his incredible mental strength, but rather because Kane beat him just enough to keep him conscious.

Watching from behind, Mikhail muttered to himself.

“Isn’t the Rehinar Family known for its dual sword technique? Why does that spear technique remind me of Hatzfeld?”

Although it seemed like Kane was swinging the spear randomly, there was a pattern, albeit faint.

To the untrained eye, it would appear like he was swinging it wildly.

But Mikhail’s main weapon was the spear. He was of the Pervatz lineage, which rivaled Hatzfeld. His trained eyes saw through Kane’s technique clearly.

“Hey.”

Mikhail called out to Camilla, who was beside him.

“Yes?”

“Is your master’s main weapon a spear?”

“He’s the Young Master of the Rehinar Family. Why would it be a spear?”

“Then what about that spear technique?”

“In my opinion, he probably learned it on his own from the family’s library. The Young Master usually stayed in his quarters or the library.”

“Self-taught...?”

Mikhail’s mind was racing.

‘That spear technique isn’t something you can learn on your own. I’ve never heard of someone mastering a killing spear without real combat experience.’

It was a spear technique drenched in a lethal aura, something that couldn’t be achieved by merely practicing alone in the air.

It was the kind of skill acquired by crossing countless lines of death on the battlefield.

‘The Black Crows are too blind to recognize it, but anyone well-versed in spear techniques would see it. The meaning embedded in that seemingly haphazard spear technique.’

Even within the Hatzfeld family, there were few who wielded a killing spear with such intensity. Perhaps only the Red Spear Knights captain, a 6th class knight, could match it. The killing spear was notoriously difficult to master.

‘A spear technique while being from the Rehinar Family, the Blood Mark meant for Blood Knights, knows Hatzfeld’s spear skills, and can use both fire and water runes—everything about him is contradictory.’’

The more Mikhail tried to understand Kane, the more mysterious he became.

He began to understand, albeit vaguely, where Kane’s confidence in escaping this place stemmed from.

Unconsciously, Mikhail found himself entranced by Kane’s spear technique.

* * *

Thud! A Black Crow member rolled over and collapsed next to Gillip, sprawled out on the ground.

“Ugh.”

Gillip ground his teeth. His subordinates were being ruthlessly beaten and taken down. They weren’t suffering fatal injuries, but they were repeatedly knocked out.

“To think you can’t handle a simpleton like him,” Gillip snarled, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over him. The Black Crow exchange had never faced such a situation before.

He glanced around. The auction guests were gathering, curious about the commotion.

“If I don’t deal with this quickly, the Black Crows’ reputation will be in ruins.”

Gillip decided he could no longer just watch.

“Everyone, fall back!”

“Ugh...”

“We’re sorry, boss...”

The Black Crows struggled to their feet, their bodies battered and bruised, with bones likely broken in various places.

Gillip gritted his teeth and addressed Kane.

“I admit that we underestimated you.”

Kane looked as if this was exactly what he expected.

“We didn’t anticipate your skill, but it doesn’t change the fact that you will die here. Do you know why?”

“No idea.”

“Then I’ll enlighten you. The reason you won’t leave this place is—”

At that moment, Gillip stomped the ground hard. With a loud crash, the floor cracked like a spiderweb. In an instant, Gillip seemed to teleport, appearing right in front of Kane.

“You caused a ruckus here despite only being a Beginner 3rd class knight.”

Despite his swift movements, Gillip’s axe carried immense weight and power.

Clang!

The spear and the axe collided forcefully, sending shockwaves rippling out around them.

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