Chapter 65 - Chapter 65: Chapter 63 The First Time (2/2)

Upon learning that Aaron and Emil had reconciled, he was so frightened that he immediately packed his bags and left Nasir Town.

Since Aaron, the elder of the silver descendants clan, had not died, his own end seemed imminent, and Emil, that short-sighted bastard, had actually chosen to reconcile; he probably wouldn’t think about protecting his own life anymore.

The young man didn’t notice the two thieves from East City District following behind him.

He arrived in the jungle, intending to cross through part of it to leave the East Coast, and then head northwest to the Cyart Kingdom.

Although the journey was extremely long and arduous, the young man was terrified. He knew Aaron was a very persistent fellow, and as long as he stayed on the East Coast, he would be in danger.

He had heard from friends that legendary elves were said to roam the jungle.

“Could there really be elves? If I could encounter a beautiful elf and have the chance to taste their fragrance, how wonderful that would be.”

Tired from walking, the young man slowly squatted down under a tree by the river, exhausted, and fell asleep indulging in his fantastical dreams.

When he woke up again, he was surprised to see a figure in front of him and thought he had really encountered an elf in the jungle!

However, the man’s voice sent shivers down the young man’s spine and he broke out in a cold sweat.

“Awake now? I remember you, you were there when gifts were being given.”

Byrne calmly washed his hands by the river, showing no intention of attacking, but it was his indifferent tone that struck great fear into the young man beneath the tree.

“Why did you betray Aaron? Was he unkind to you? Or was it simply for the sake of money?”

“Ah! Ah! Aah! Don’t you come here, you bastard!”

Damn it, of course, it was for the money! The young man screamed as he ran frantically through the jungle, constantly looking back but noticing that the other party had no intention of chasing him.

He’s not chasing me?

After running madly for several dozen minutes, the young man finally stopped, gasping for breath.

He hadn’t been chased; thank goodness, he might still have a chance to escape…

Just as the young man had this thought, he suddenly felt a searing pain in the area around his heart and let out a pained scream; instinctively trying to turn around to see who had attacked him, he was forcefully pushed down on the ground by a powerful force.

“Mercy, don’t kill me, don’t kill…”

He never had the chance to see who the assailant was before he died swiftly from a pierced heart.

The bespectacled youth, appearing as a noble-born scholar, calmly held a short sword and stood next to the body, exuding an air of detachment, as if he were above everyone else.

He had always been an accomplice, but taking someone’s life with his own hands was a first for him.

Yet, Byrne was surprised to find a sense of calmness within himself.

Perhaps it was because of those moments of indirect killing that he didn’t feel he had completely escaped culpability.

Staring at the blood flowing on the ground, he no longer felt dizzy, and suddenly sensed some kind of shackles deep within his heart being released.

Chris caught up as well, and Byrne, looking intently at Chris who stood still, asked with concern,

“Chris, how are you feeling? Are you okay?”

The boy did not respond, only silently shook his head.

Byrne gazed at the silent, silver-haired youth holding a dagger next to the body, and suddenly remembered traveling with his father in the past, dealing with bandits.

Now, it was his turn to lead Chris.

Byrne decided not to call for his gang to deal with the body, but to take care of it himself to be cautious, and as he turned to get the tools, he suddenly stopped again.

He spoke seriously about another matter:

“There’s something I might need your help with, Chris. Actually, I’ve been investigating the Isaac knight family recently.”

After speaking, Byrne took out a paper bearing the symbol of the “Secret Ear Technique” from his bosom and handed it to Chris, who looked on. He took a deep breath and continued,

“I hope you can attend the tea party there with Margaret and find an opportunity to stick it in a discreet spot. The gathering only allows women and children to attend, so I can only entrust this to you.”