“Everyone stay exactly where you are.”
Just then, a group of knights suddenly rushed over, splitting their formation to block the tavern's entrance and windows.
“Where is Ronal?”
A middle-aged man in knight's armor stepped out from behind the knights, scanning the tavern entrance.
It was easy to see from the attitude of the surrounding knights that he was the commander of this knight order.
This man was the commander of the knight order of this barony. Upon hearing the news that Ronal was here, he had immediately rushed over with his men.
Fifty gold coins was a massive sum of money, even for a knight serving a baron.
Moreover, with such a wanted criminal who dared to sneak into a baron's mansion and commit murder being here, the local baron would not be able to sleep peacefully.
Hearing his words, everyone near the entrance simultaneously looked at the bag held by the black-cloaked figure.
Noticing the gazes of the people around him, the commander turned to look at the black bag held by the black-cloaked figure. Smelling the scent of blood in the air, he roughly understood what had happened.
Fifty gold coins. Greed flickered in his eyes as he stared at the bag in the black-cloaked figure's hand.
Just as he was thinking about how to snatch Ronal's head from the black-cloaked figure's grasp, he saw the figure toss a glittering object over.
The commander instinctively reached out and caught it, finding that it was a badge.
The moment he saw the badge's appearance clearly, the expression on his face changed dramatically.
It was a sword-shaped patterned badge entwined with black roses and forget-me-nots.
Seeing this badge and thinking about what he had just wanted to do, the commander's body began to tremble.
“Ryke Ruhl greets Young Master Callis.”
Indeed, the badge he had just caught in his hand bore the family crest of House Callis.
At the thought of actually wanting to snatch something from a member of House Callis, he wished he could slap himself.
He must have a death wish to covet anyone's belongings like that.
At the same time, he felt incredibly fortunate that he hadn't spoken yet.
Otherwise, he would probably end up like the one being carried in the other party's hand.
“Mhm.”
The black-cloaked figure nodded and reached out.
Seeing the black-cloaked figure's gesture, Ryke immediately stepped forward and respectfully placed the badge back into his hand.
Then, turning to look at the knights surrounding the tavern, he bellowed, “Hurry up and clear the way for the young master!”
Upon hearing the command, the knights also hastily parted to clear a path.
After the black-cloaked figure left, a knight stepped forward and asked, “Commander, was that really someone from House Callis?”
After all, the figure was completely hidden beneath the black cloak, and they hadn't seen the signature white hair of House Callis.
Ryke glanced at the speaking knight and said in a chilly tone, “Why don't you go up and lift his hood to check, then?”
“Uh...” The knight scratched his head awkwardly. He suddenly realized that regardless of whether the other party was the real deal or not, they didn't dare to gamble.
“Useless,” Ryke cursed under his breath, turning to walk in the direction of the baron's mansion. “Return to camp!”
After Tyr, Ryke, and the others had left, the people in the tavern gathered together and began to gossip.
“Young Master Callis... it's that legendary Sword Family.”
“Hiss... No wonder he could kill a Third Circle Transcendent so easily.”
“What circle do you think he is?”
“To instantly kill Ronal, he must be at least at the peak of the Third Circle.”
“Do you think it's possible he's a Fourth Circle?”
“But from his voice, he's still very young.”
“So what if he's young? That's House Callis we're talking about.”
After leaving the vicinity of the tavern, the black-cloaked figure raised his hand and pulled back his hood.
A handsome face was revealed. His white hair shimmered with a dazzling luster in the sunlight, and his pale purple eyes were like a pair of beautiful gems.
In seven years, Tyr had grown into a handsome youth standing 1.7 meters tall.
His facial features had become more defined, and his face was much more chiseled. Although he was still a beautiful youth, as long as he didn't dress up as a girl himself, he would no longer be mistaken for one like he was in his childhood.
In addition, Tyr's magic power realm had broken through from the Second Circle to the Fourth Circle, and he had cultivated the Sword Qi Body Tempering Technique to the fourth layer.
Instructor Ed had already grown numb to the fact that Tyr cultivated the Sword Qi Body Tempering Technique faster and faster.
Whatever, as long as nothing went wrong with his cultivation, it was fine.
It would take a dozen days of travel from here to the Sword Prison. Tyr glanced at the bag that was still emitting a bloody scent and decided to head to the nearby Mercenary Guild first.
It wasn't that he was interested in the fifty gold coins, but rather that he wanted the proof of killing Ronal.
To ensure that the reserves completed their targets independently without relying on external aid, the Sword Prison's trials did not even allow them to wear storage equipment.
Returning with a proof of kill from the Mercenary Guild was far more convenient than carrying a severed head all the way back.
Furthermore, with a journey of over ten days ahead and it not being winter, the head would probably rot before he even made it back to the Sword Prison.
...
Clack.
In Graypine Town, the doors to the Mercenary Guild were pushed open.
A white-haired youth carrying a black bag walked inside. As a gentle breeze blew, a bloody scent wafted throughout the Mercenary Guild.
In an instant, everyone inside the Mercenary Guild turned their gazes toward the youth who had just entered.
Upon seeing the black bag in the youth's hand, their expressions all shifted subtly.
They were a crowd of people who lived on the edge of a blade. Without even opening it, they could easily guess from the shape of the bag that it contained a severed head.
Bringing a head to the Mercenary Guild meant either looking for trouble or handing in a quest.
Instinctively ruling out the first option, that meant he was here to submit a quest.
And those who could make it onto the Mercenary Guild's wanted list were, at the very least, Second Circle Transcendents.
This youth looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. Had he really killed a Second Circle Transcendent?
At the Mercenary Guild's reception desk, a sweet-looking woman with chestnut hair smiled and asked, “Excuse me, how can I help you?”
“Submitting a quest,” Tyr said, lifting the black cloth bag, from which blood was still steadily dripping.
“Alright, please place it on this tray. I will verify the target's identity.” Without showing any hint of fear, the woman maintained her smile as she pulled out a metal tray from beneath the counter.
Once Tyr placed Ronal's head onto it, the woman carefully opened the mouth of the black cloth bag.
Upon seeing the appearance of the head, a look of shock appeared on her face for the first time. “Is this... Ronal?!”
Ronal's recent notoriety was simply too great. There was no need to cross-reference the wanted poster; the woman recognized the owner of this head at a single glance.
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