While he was assessing his own abilities, Walls had no idea that a pair of greedy eyes were already staring at him.

His name is Costa, and he has been committing many robberies in the city of Sagos recently. Of course, he is different from the gang of robbers who are in cahoots with the sheriff.

He was a wanderer, and his last crime had been committed in Uxhall, after which the Lord of Uxhall had stepped up his search, and he could sense that the tide was turning against him.

So he went north all the way to Sagos, and after avoiding the limelight for a few days, he prepared to start committing crimes again.

Now he was preparing to rob Wals, and he was eyeing his prey like a hungry wolf.

Judging from Walls's simple equipment, he may not be that rich, but among the many mercenaries here, he may be the easiest to deal with.

For example, the mercenary who was drinking in the middle of the tavern had a big sword made of fine iron next to him.

If it were sold, it would cost at least 5,000 dinars. But Costa believed that the power of this sword was proportional to its price.

Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted. He didn't want to risk that.

At least make a few hundred dinars first. Costa was ready to start tonight. He heard what Wals said. They were going to Wocheze tomorrow. The opportunity was now or never. He had to start immediately.

Time passed quickly and it was soon night. Owens and others stayed in another hotel. As for why they did not stay in this tavern, the answer was to save money!

This is not because Walls is stingy, but because he is forced by life.

Then, in the dim moonlight, Walls began to walk towards the tavern where Owens was staying. He asked Owens, Aileyen and others to rest early, and he went to negotiate with the grocer to ensure that they had enough energy.

You know, there are bandits everywhere on the Calradia continent, so you can't be careless on the road of doing business, and it is necessary to ensure sufficient energy. Therefore, it would be more beneficial to let one more person rest.

Although Sagos's linen could not make much money by selling it to Woche, a small amount of money was still meat, so any profit was good.

Therefore, Walsh negotiated with the grocer here for a long time. Finally, Walsh lowered the price to a reasonable price and left the grocer's shop.

Now Wales is ready to go back to the hotel to have a good sleep. He didn't bring anyone with him because he felt that the corrupt sheriff had been brought down.

There would be no robbers in the near future, so he just walked around the street in broad daylight.

It was a tiring and expectant night. Walls looked at the moon in the sky that was covered by dark clouds, but as a cold breeze blew across his cheek, a chill surged into his heart.

Costa hid in the dark and watched the prey quietly, sneering in his heart. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He is an excellent hunter. Since he started committing crimes, he has never failed. If he had failed, he would not be here.

He originally thought that he would not get this opportunity. If Walsh was with his companions, Costa's chance of success would be much smaller.

He might give up the idea of ​​murder and robbery, but now is a good opportunity.

He was like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, slowly approaching his prey. He was about to catch it!

Costa was holding his treasured dagger, which was the sharp blade that Costa used to take the life of his prey.

For some reason, Walls felt a chill as he walked on the road. Although it was just the beginning of autumn, the weather shouldn't be that cold.

Just when Walsh was wondering, Costa took action and quickly slipped behind Walsh.

Then, he suddenly stretched out his left hand to cover Wales' mouth, and his right hand, holding the dagger, stabbed Wales' back hard.

He attacked quickly and ruthlessly. If his dagger had pierced Wales' body, Wales would have died for sure.

But just when he was about to succeed, something strange happened!

Walsh suddenly stabbed the rusty sword at his waist backwards, hitting Costa's stomach.

"You're relying on a rusty sword again. Are you planning to kill the enemy with tetanus? Or is my Wolf King's sword more fragrant?"

"Woo" Costa whined as he was poked in the stomach and a wave of pain surged to his brain.

Damn it, I never fail.

Feeling humiliated, Costa was unwilling to just take the sword attack in vain and return empty-handed.

So he turned the dagger at an angle, pointing the blade at Wals, and then swung his right hand in a shining arc, aiming straight for Wals' neck.

This move was still vicious. If Costa succeeded, blood would spurt out of Walls' neck.

But Wals was prepared, and he swung his sword upwards, just enough to deflect Costa's dagger, causing Costa's palm to tremble violently.

Costa began to face his opponent squarely, and he hurriedly started his next attack. He was so eager to attack because Wals's sword had not been drawn yet.

He needed to kill Wals before he drew his sword. If Wals drew his sword, Costa would be at a disadvantage.

This is not an alley but a wide street, which means that Wals has enough space to swing his sword, while Costa, who is holding a short dagger, will be at a disadvantage due to the length.

Just imagine, when Costa fails to hit Wals, Wals can swing his sword to attack Costa, this is the reason for the attack range.

Therefore, the user of the dagger must always keep a close distance to the victim, so as to ensure that he can attack the victim.

In a flash, Costa's next attack was about to arrive, but Wals had already prepared his sword, so he easily blocked Costa's attack again.

The sword must be drawn quickly.

Feeling waves of cold air coming out from behind him, Wals tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

But Costa was very fast, and his reaction speed was just as fast. Although Wals stabbed him hard in the stomach, Costa reacted quickly, which made Wals not have enough time to draw his sword.

A formidable opponent.

When Walth was pushing the dagger back, Costa felt a huge vibration in his palm.

In fact, daggers are not suitable for blocking. Daggers are short and cannot disperse force well, which can cause great damage to the user's hands.

Costa did not launch another attack. Two consecutive impacts made his arms feel uncomfortable. In order to prepare for the next attack, he temporarily stopped his movements.

But during this pause, the thing that Costa least wanted to happen happened.

The scabbard was thrown aside, and Wals held his plain rusty sword, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on Costa.

Seeing that Wals was ready for battle, Costa adjusted the position of the dagger in his hand.

He changed from holding the dagger with his backhand to holding it with his forehand. Although holding the dagger in this way allowed him to use it more flexibly, it lost the power of the backhand grip.

This is when Costa gave up the idea of ​​defeating the enemy with one move and instead chose a protracted war.

The cold wind at night blew over their bodies, and they both shivered involuntarily, not because of the cold, but because of excitement.

Excited to meet an opponent.

"Come on, let's fight it out." Wals said, pointing the tip of his sword at Costa.

And Costa also waved the dagger in his hand.

Both of them looked like they were ready to fight it out.

This quiet night is no longer quiet because of the confrontation between these two people...

Suddenly, the atmosphere was broken by De La Serre who was far away. He laughed arrogantly and said, "Two noobs fighting each other, what's the point of being quiet?"

[System prompt: Have you ever been a rookie? ]

With all due respect, I have always been very arrogant.

The cold night wind blew, accompanied by the sound of a sword whizzing past, and Costa dodged Wals's attack with his agility.

"What's that? I can do that, too." De Lassel was very disdainful of this.

【System prompt: Please shut up. 】

Seeing that his first attack failed, Walls immediately started with the next one. He knew that his biggest advantage at the moment was distance.

So he had to keep getting out of Costa's attack range, but not let Costa leave his attack range.

In this way, a situation will be created in which he can attack Costa, but Costa cannot attack him.

This is the best situation.

But Costa also knew that if this situation happened, it would be extremely disadvantageous to him, so Costa had to find a way to narrow the distance with Wals.

That way I can attack him.

"I think you can attack his knees. Hahaha~" At this time the naughty baron began to make jokes.

[System prompt: If you tease someone for being short, you will be punished. Aren't you afraid? ]

As long as you don’t mention it and I don’t talk about it, who will know?

As a lurker in the dark night, Costa is not a professional assassin, but a murderer and robber.

Unlike those bandits who robbed caravans in the suburbs, he was a bandit who stayed in the city, a place where people thought they were safe, and committed robbery. He was good at using a dagger.

Almost no one could survive one of his attacks.

The only accident happened and the man died after being stabbed twice.