"But advancing to [Slaughterer] couldn't attract attention, so after discovering me, he wanted me to join him, hoping I could help conceal the traces of his massacres once I advanced to [Illusionist]."
As the name suggested, the [Illusionist] profession's main ability was creating illusions. It was a spellcasting profession with intelligence as its primary attribute and agility as its secondary, and its illusions had an anti-divination effect.
Ordinary divination spells could only see the illusions an [Illusionist] cast.
And anyone capable of high-level divination spells was almost certain not to act over such a trivial matter, so an [Illusionist] was more than sufficient to conceal Morin's massacres.
After hearing Hoffman's explanation, Dunn thought it over, decided it was reasonably plausible, and believed him for the time being.
"Let him out."
Once released, Hoffman straightened his clothes and gave Dunn a proper noble's bow. "Thank you, Captain."
"You're welcome. By the way, would you like to join us?" Dunn asked casually. The loss of professionals this time had also made them realize that he still needed to recruit more people.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry, Captain. I still have important business to attend to. Otherwise, I would have agreed to Morin's offer earlier." Hoffman politely declined.
"All right!" Though somewhat regretful, Dunn was not someone who liked forcing others.
After agreeing to take Hoffman along for part of the journey, they walked out of the prison.
Outside, the pirates were already cutting off the dead soldiers' heads one by one.
Seeing the soldiers' actions, Hoffman couldn't help asking Dunn curiously, "Captain, what are your men doing?"
"Ah, that? It's a greeting gift for the Kingdom of Wesley." Hearing Hoffman's question, Dunn chuckled and pointed in one direction.
Hoffman followed Dunn's finger and saw them stacking heads in layers.