Chapter 166 - Chapter 166: Chapter 159 Dark Village (1/2)

Chapter 166: Chapter 159 Dark Village

Chris silently stared at the “threads” formed by the various currents in the air, among which the most crimson one was undoubtedly the scent left by Viscount Garcia’s blood.

Viscount Garcia must die today, or all the extensive preparations of the Fischer family would be for naught.

Chris silently tracked the scent, continuously moving through the forest, and quickly realized that his target seemed to have noticed the pursuit, moving swiftly once again.

Had he been discovered?

He recalled the intelligence on Viscount Garcia, the man who could determine the location of his enemies by sensing the flow of the wind.

Usually, members of the Fischer family would ensure a successful ambush by hiding their scent with the Mysterious rare artifact of “Black Lion”, but now Chris was acting alone, and even with his exceptional stealth skills, he could still expose himself as long as Viscount Garcia remained vigilant.

Chris knew that continuing the pursuit would pose significant danger.

But he did not give up and continued to push deeper into pursuit.

Both parties moved swiftly, and by the dark of night, Chris gradually sensed more human presences around.

He deduced that there was a small village ahead, likely not belonging to any viscount family’s territory but to some baronial family, with not many villagers.

After Viscount Garcia took refuge in the village, he stopped moving, as if waiting for Chris to arrive.

“…”

Chris calmly and silently slipped in, concealing himself in the shadows and gazing at the silent village in the night.

He indifferently listened to the villagers while they enjoyed their dinner, whispering about the taxes to be paid this winter, how to prepare food for the coming cold, girls softly speaking words of love to their beloved, and elders soothing crying children.

Chris once again found the scent of blood in the air, but discovered it had scattered from a certain point, spreading in all directions, making it impossible for him to pinpoint Viscount Garcia’s precise location.

So it was, the seasoned Viscount Garcia had figured out that he was being tracked by scent.

Thus, Viscount Garcia silently used the wind to spread the scent of his blood throughout the village, diluting the trace from his body.

So, could Viscount Garcia lock onto his position?

Chris was very clear that Viscount Garcia used airflow to sense location, and therefore, he should also be unable to distinguish between himself and the villagers.

As long as he didn’t isolate himself on the rooftops.

Therefore, Chris immediately climbed down from the rooftop and entered a room where a couple was already asleep, stealthily crouching beside them, pretending to be one of the villagers.

In the quiet darkness of the village, neither saw the other, yet they had already engaged in an unseen match of wits.

Chris hid next to the couple, silently contemplating in the dark.

The Eyes of Conviction required nearly two seconds of mutual gaze to activate, but the recent exchange between them was too fast, the movements too vast, completely beyond the limits of human capability, leaving no chance to activate the Eyes of Conviction.

The Fire of Sin was kept hidden by Chris; he intended to use it when his opponent was most confident, followed immediately by the Eyes of Conviction, but he hadn’t expected Elf March’s move to prompt Viscount Garcia to flee.

“…”

A peculiar feeling suddenly surged from deep within Chris, wondering why his opponent was waiting for him to come to the village. What kind of trap had he set?

After Viscount Garcia used the wind to scatter his scent, making it difficult for Chris to track him, he hadn’t taken the offensive, which was completely out of character.

Unless, he was buying time waiting for something, perhaps the activation of some Forbidden rare artifact?

With this thought, Chris knew he had to take the initiative to attack.

No, there might be other options.

“Huh, the Countdown Timer is almost ready… Chris Fischer, pursuing me alone was a fatal decision you made.”

In a corner of the village, Viscount Garcia, who had already expelled the seeds brought by the arrows from his body, silently looked at the “Countdown Timer” pocket watch in his hand.

Indeed, the moment he stayed in the village, he had already activated the Forbidden rare artifact “Countdown Timer” twice in advance, then started to wait for Chris to catch up.

This time, Viscount Garcia set the Countdown Timer for five minutes. When the five minutes elapsed, all living things within five hundred meters of it, except for himself, would freeze for five seconds.

Five seconds was enough to decide life or death!

There was one and a half minutes left until the Countdown Timer finished!

In his heart, Viscount Garcia didn’t believe that Chris could find him and kill him in the last minute and a half of the Countdown Timer.

That young man from the Fischer family was strong, but the survivor would be himself.

And in those five seconds when everyone else was frozen, he was confident that he could kill the young man hiding in the village.

Did Chris Fischer really think he could successfully hide among the villagers?

Too naive; apart from him, which villager would move from the rooftop to inside a house with such speed?

Yes, Viscount Garcia was well aware that Chris Fischer was hiding three hundred and seventy meters away in that house.

“He’s waiting for death.”