Chapter 84

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

The Heart of Holy Light:

"My friend did not die in vain.

Back then, evil forces rampaged across the Dragon Coast and the Fallen Star Sea, and we had many enemies, but few were capable of threatening Syd's life. I have already sent Syd's remains back to Tashlith and buried him in the Gossamer Forest as per his last wishes.

Syd died under a curse, a despicable spell that drained his life. My friend died alone and helpless in the depths of the earth... Who is skilled in such murderous magic?

It seems our thoughts are in perfect accord, adventurer.

The underground world of Westgate will surely have clues. It is filled with intrigue, traps, and undead creatures. However, I have an old friend there, 'Stinky Fish' Turner, who can help you.

My sword thirsts for blood, adventurer!"

Caisang frowned slightly. The task description was clear, but Turner was a challenge. The vast city of Westgate was divided into seven districts, each as large as Tashlith, making it like searching for a needle in a haystack to find one person.

Black Mountain Imp and Caisang had considered ways to find Turner. They thought about seeking help from the Temple of Tyr in Westgate, but the sight there was disappointing. The temple was small, and although it was orderly, there were only a handful of knights, making it unrealistic to seek help from them.

"This Turner has the nickname 'Dead Fish.' Could he be a small-time thug in the port?" Caisang tapped the polished table, which had been wiped clean by the inn servant, and muttered.

"Maybe, but the nickname could just be a random one," Black Mountain Imp said, holding a smooth pebble she had picked up at the beach, seemingly unable to let it go.

Caisang stared at the intricate wooden grain on the table, where sunlight danced between the brown and white stripes, full of vitality.

"We'll go to the port," Caisang said, taking down the cleric's robe from the clothes rack. "We'll search slowly; there will be clues eventually."

"Ah, ah~~ We have to go there again? I hate the smell of fish!"

***

The elven dagger, with its faintly blue blade, still hummed, the vibrations from the direct clash with the warrior's weapon clearly felt in the palm. Fang Yi sheathed the dagger, picked up the fallen wrist guard, and turned to leave the battlefield only after the three bodies on the ground slowly disappeared.

Once the major guilds and adventuring teams collect a certain number of dimensional bags, this place won't be so chaotic, Fang Yi thought as he moved along the main road. Because the fruit has a very short shelf life, many powerful groups haven't come here to plunder resources, which is why some small fry are bullying around. Although players have complained on the forums, most of those who travel here are lifestyle players, and it's unlikely they can gather much combat power.

Fang Yi soon arrived at the central area of the Giant's Heel. Perhaps because it was in the jungle, the houses in the town were mostly made of large wooden planks and logs, but they were very clean and looked quite comfortable against the green backdrop.

A group of angry players, wielding swords, staves, and daggers, rushed down the main street of the town, heading south, passing by Fang Yi, who had already cast a disguise spell. Fang Yi glanced at them, then continued forward without a word—casting a disguise in a crowd was much safer than stealth.

After quickly circling the station, he found no signs of an ambush. Just as Fang Yi was about to enter the station to pay and leave, a commotion came from behind him. A few players on either side surrounded him, and a group of about ten players had already blocked the station entrance. A monk, who seemed to be the leader, strode up to Fang Yi and was taken aback by his fully equipped appearance.

Does he really think he's the boss? Fang Yi had been suppressing his temper, and after killing three newbies, he didn't seek trouble with their guild, as he had a mission. But these people actually blocked him at the station! Looking at their guild emblems, they were clearly with the same guild as the three newbies.

The threatening gestures of the few players had already put Fang Yi in a combat state. He thought, "Wow, pretty tough, huh?" He glanced at the player negotiating with the guards at the entrance, and his hands, hidden under the cloak, lightly gripped the hilt of his sword. Has this guild's relationship with the ruler of the Giant's Heel improved to this extent?

The ruler here is clearly not of the good alignment. The player muttered something, and the guards stepped aside. The player in front of Fang Yi also came to his senses, clearly recognizing the familiar outfit of the thief, but the person in front of him was a yellow-faced man, not the young man described by the others.

"Friend, I'm from the Guild of Justice, and I'm looking for a player who maliciously PKs. He's a thief and might be using a disguise. I hope you can cooperate," the monk said politely, but the content was not pleasant. Malicious PK? Fooling kids, right? There doesn't seem to be any equipment that can hide the red name from malicious PKs. If there were, I'd go to Baldur's Gate and kill him to get his gear! Fang Yi thought absentmindedly.

The monk had already made a trade gesture to Fang Yi, waiting for the thief to reveal his name. Seeing the flashing trade panel, the monk's tense nerves relaxed subconsciously: It doesn't seem to be him...

However, the two large words "Square" on the trade panel made the monk pause, and a flash of blade light pierced through the geometric shapes in front of the monk, silently and swiftly reaching his throat.

Blood and the elven dagger hit the target simultaneously with a "pfft," and Fang Yi used his full strength, crossing the dual blades to fiercely cut through the enemy's defenses. A head, splattered with blood, flew into the air, stunning the players surrounding Fang Yi.

In the next moment, shouts, the sound of weapons being drawn, and the hum of magic spells formed a cacophony, but none of it matched the crisp sound of metal clashing. A gray figure darted through the panicked crowd, each contact bringing a trail of blood and screams, and the next second, a soul soared into the sky.

The formation of the players surrounding Fang Yi was outward-facing, with heavily armored classes outside. Around Fang Yi, except for the decapitated monk, were bards and mages, the squishy classes. In less than a second, while the others were stunned, Fang Yi killed the most threatening mage with a single hand, kicked the human cleric's thigh to gain momentum, and retreated backward, dodging the weapons and colorful magic spells aimed at him.

"He's going to run out the back door!"

The station's fence, though just a wooden barrier, was over twenty feet high to prevent horse thieves, and a thief couldn't break through the several-inch-thick wooden wall in an instant. Realizing the thief's intention, the players rushed over, but Fang Yi's speed was unmatched. He made a few quick turns and left the pursuers behind in the stable.

In a few seconds, Fang Yi reached the back door of the station, where he met a bard and a human warrior with a two-handed sword guarding the back door.