Having landed his strike, the assassin curled inward like a cat, dodging the attacks of the portly middle-aged man's two attendants.
The longswords passed within a hair of the assassin, but he calmly hurled his dagger while pulling a concealed trigger.
Whoosh!
Pfft!
The short but razor-sharp bolt from the crossbow on his left arm pierced one attendant's neck, while the dagger buried itself in the other's.
The two burly attendants who had just swung their swords clutched their throats and collapsed.
The assassin straightened unhurriedly, seized his dagger, and pulled it free.
Pfft!
Blood spurted again.
Flicking the blood from his dagger, the assassin faced the charging soldiers, raised his left thumb, and slowly drew it across his throat.
Then-
Bang!
Thick smoke filled the area.
The charging soldiers and the people waiting in line were all engulfed.
"Quiet!"
"Maintain order!"
The soldier leading them shouted.
But it was utterly useless.
The blood and corpses had terrified the ordinary citizens.
Panicked screams.
Frantic footsteps.
In an instant, the gates of Aitandinburg descended into chaos.
Boer stood where he was without moving.
Scenes like this were uncommon, but they were certainly not unfamiliar to him.
Blood and corpses were all too familiar to players.
Apart from rookies, every veteran knew what to do when something like this happened in a dungeon world: act in a way that suited their identity.
Do not try to change anything.
Because the time had not come.
Because that would only make everything worse.
So he was not surprised by Qin Ran's silence.
After all, this was Aitandinburg!
Aitandinburg, home to the War God and the Calamity Lady!
Even the "Flame Demon" could not act without restraint here.
Boer, however, was clearly more concerned about the corpse.
"I hope that fellow isn't who I think