Since he had agreed to the deal, Yi Chen naturally would not go back on his word.
The inn room.
Thirteen stood silently guard outside the door, not making a sound.
Strange noises kept coming from inside the room, resembling the labored breathing of some old man.
While Stephen the Bone Listener touched his ears with his skeletal fingers, the death aura around him became disordered from excessive excitement. He needed to vent regularly to stabilize his condition, which made him sound like an old man panting.
Although the man looked incredibly lecherous, it was also clear that he was fanatically obsessed with and genuinely fond of those ears.
His lecherousness was limited to touching ears, so Yi Chen did not care in the slightest. After all, back when he was alive, he had experienced things far more excessive than this at the Orphanage.
Waiting for two hours was rather boring, so Yi Chen tried starting a conversation.
"Mr. Stephen must be a rare perception-type knight, right? After all, most members of the Death Plague Knights should lean toward slaughter, bringing death to their opponents. Knights like Berner should be more common."
"That's right. People like me are indeed rare, but I'm also very good at killing~ Especially when dealing with humanoid individuals like you. I only need to send a silent dagger into your body, and death will spread.
"This 'silence' becomes part of it as well. Usually, the targets of an assassination are already dead before they feel anything."
"Mm, I won't deny your skill at killing. Your attainments in hearing truly are astonishing."
Yi Chen's sudden praise pleased Stephen greatly, even bringing back some memories.
"My ears are very special. My parents praised my hearing ever since I was little~ My friends around me praised me too,