Chapter 290: Angry Wolf.

Chapter 290: Angry Wolf.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Yeah, the boss only told us to scout out the area from outside, he didn’t say that we should go in there...”

“What the hell are you fuckers afraid of? Look at this place, the damn Lich is dead, you can see the bones everywhere.”

“Yeah and we were just supposed to pick them up.”

“Why would we take these scraps when the main dish is inside, do you have a brain in that fat head of yours?”Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

“What the hell?”

“Think about it, the runesmith is loaded. How much do you think the weapons he makes will go for on the market? I bet there is more loot inside, he has to have a safe there...”

“But what if he is there?”

“Hah, why would he still be here with all these monsters around, you all saw the explosion that monster probably walked into some stupid trap but thanks to it the path is clear, let's go, we’re going to be rich! You have to trust me on this one.”

A conversation between the five hooded individuals continued as they made their way through a path of destruction. They found the exact way the Lich took to get to Roland’s home and were using it to evade any potential traps. It seemed their eyes were being clouded by potential treasures. A magical crafting profession usually allowed a person to amass riches and this was the best moment to get some loot.

Soon they arrived at a mangled entrance gate, it looked like something burned a hole through the middle and then later exploded. The whole thing was blown forward by an explosion that left a strange rectangular-looking hole in front of it. There were strange metallic objects everywhere that the thieves didn’t recognize but it only made them giddier with anticipation.

“I bet we could even get coin just from these lumps of metal...”

The thieves had an eye for making money and the blue stuff was made from some kind of superior metal. They would probably be able to drop it off at one of the dwarven merchants in the city for a nice profit. The only regrettable thing about this was that the margins weren’t high and they had no way of identifying the true worth of these things.

“Leave them, our bags aren’t big enough to take everything, we also don’t have much time, let's find the safe first, it must be in that house.”

“What about the shop? I bet there are some runic items in there.”

“Yeah... let's split up.”

After crossing through the broken gate they had two real targets to go after. One was the store that was known in the city for having quality runic weapons and armor pieces. The only problem with it was that it had not been destroyed by the Lich so getting through the front door could be potentially dangerous. Everyone knew that magical types liked to leave strange traps to protect their belongings.

This didn’t stop the group from going after them, they were experienced burglars and ruffians. They had come equipped with some trap detection devices and a large amount of lockpicking knowledge. While two of these people worked on the shop lock the other three would go inside and target the house. In there they hoped to find the safe that contained what they were really after.

This wasn’t their first rodeo but considering that they couldn’t see or hear anyone they somewhat dropped their guard. The entrance to the home was blown wide open and the prize was before them. No one expected that behind that black entrance only death awaited them.

“Huh?”

One of the thieves felt something as he stepped into the wrecked home. Inside there was a variety of destroyed furniture and holes everywhere but that was not what he was looking at. Further in the back, he spotted three glowing objects, two of them looked like eyes belonging to a predator while the shiniest one made it hard not to see the wolf behind the eyes.

The man could not move, not because of being scared but because of the thing that pierced through his chest. He could feel a metallic aftertaste in his mouth but could not muster the strength to produce any words. Soon the long object that pierced him retracted behind the creature and with it, he fell forward with a hole in his heart.

“W-what is that thing? A stray monster?”

“R-run...”

“He doesn’t look like much and isn’t that a wolf behind him?”

“Put down your weapons, that’s a tamed beast.”

What he saw was a group of adventurers in expensive-looking armor. Through his mana sense, he could tell that most of their items were enchanted in some sort of way. The composition of this party wasn’t anything that unique but they did have one actual spell caster. It was a woman that looked to be in her late thirties wearing a prominent pointy hat and the usual robe. She was holding a staff with a large orb at the end which radiated mana.

The next characteristic person was the one that identified Agni as a tamed beast. It was a very handsome-looking sun elf in green archer armor, clearly the tracker and monster detector of the group. The next two were two very similar dwarves, one holding a shield and a mace while the other a bulky-looking two-handed halberd.

Then the last person was quite large, well over two meters but didn’t seem to be holding any weapons. Judging by his physique he was some type of brawler but the animalistic features made him look like a mix between a human and a bear. The group probably consisted of three front liners and the magic user in the back along with the archer as supporters.

“Halt, this man is one of Lord Arthur’s attendants.”

“Is he now? Can he explain those three corpses over there? Thought we were hunting a Lich.”

The witch-looking woman pointed at the three dead thieves that Roland had dragged to one spot. His plan was to draw attention to the corpses before taking a chance to detonate the runic charges and escape. Now that this wasn’t needed anymore it looked like he was hiding a murder spree.

“Those men tried to rob me, so I’ve dealt with them according to the laws.”

“Were these rascals from the thieves guild?”

“That’s right, you’ll probably be able to confirm this by examining their bodies.”

There were various ways of confirming if a person belonged to a thieves guild. One of them was just glancing at the classes they had, if they were all banditry-related ones then more than likely the person was sketchy. Sometimes some of the members carried items from the guild or had special tattoos pointing to their affiliation. This usually depended on the guild’s guild master.

Sometimes a special magical tattoo would be used that vanished after a person died which made it hard to attach the body to anything. Considering that these people still had some pouches on them, there was probably some proof that they belonged to the underground. He would need to relinquish his rights to those but it was better than going to jail for murder.

“That's a' braw 'n' dandy bit where is that blasted lich?”

The dwarven warrior with the shield asked while looking around. There were no bones or remains of any skeletons on his premises as the subjugation took place downstairs. Then the obsidian minion was turned into a leg with the rest of its bones disintegrating in the divine energy blast.

“Aye, where is it?”

This time the dwarf with the larger weapon commented while moving towards the corpses of the thieves Agni killed. Without asking for permission he crossed through the destroyed gates and was on his way to check things out. The other adventurers also started walking forward as if there was no problem but suddenly one of the dwarves stopped.

Roland was probably the only one to notice the reason for the pause. Not far from the dead bodies was one of his runic bombs. The dwarven warrior was not the one that discovered it, instead, he was being held back by an invisible magical hand. The woman with the witch hat had pointed out her staff and somehow instantly produced this spell to block the path of her party member. It was clear that she saw the runic bomb there which could be problematic.

“Watch your step Hermond, how many times did I tell you to watch your surroundings.”

“Whits the problem?”

“There are many magical traps nearby... mind explaining yourself?”

The woman looked towards Roland who she probably identified as the one that placed the traps there. He did not say that there was any danger which was probably his fault. The runic bombs would not explode without him activating them through his skill but the other party didn’t know this.

“Just some traps meant for robbers and monsters wandering in but I don’t remember inviting you inside, this could be considered trespassing, don’t you think?”

He did raise his voice at the group of adventurers. The two dwarves took a few steps back but also instantly grabbed their weapons. However, before any fights could break out Sir Morien came to Roland’s rescue just like he expected. His bluff allowed him to retain some semblance of authority about this zone and was meant to deter them from snooping around too much.

“Calm yourselves, adventurers, he is not your enemy, do you want to go against Lord Arthur’s orders?”

It was good that he was wearing his helmet so that the adventurers couldn’t see his smile. Finally, this day was coming to an end. The platinum adventurers would not hurt him and now with Sir Morien here he could give him the story and also withhold the Lich corpse as it was something that belonged to him.