Chapter 191 4 Stripping Magic (2/2)

“It seems that the dagger skills used previously have been restored.”

The dagger in Soran’s palm crossed around with a few after-images and disappeared into the black silk gloves. His weapon that he was best at was still the curved sword, but it was a combat weapon. Soran’s second weapon of choice was a dagger, not only for combat but also for many other purposes. For example, in the scene before him, two patrolling guards passed by in front of Soran. A cold glint appeared in his hand, and his fingers became a shadow in an instant. Then they passed each other as if nothing had happened.

They were fifty meters apart.

A pouch appeared in the palm of Soran’s hand. He weighed it slightly and kept it.

The patrolling guards were still going forward. He didn’t even know when the lining under his clothes had been cut and when his pouch that hung on his waist had been taken. His leather armor was still intact, except that the inner lining was cut off near the pouch. If it hadn’t suddenly occurred to him or had he been reminded by others, he would not have known he had been robbed until he had completed his patrol.

“Sure enough, Omnipotent Hands make it easier to steal from Professions.”

That bit of money wasn’t of concern for Soran, nor was the ability bonuses on stealing provided by the Omnipotent Hands. Patrol guards were all professions close to the second grade. Just now, he was able to quietly cut a hole in their clothes without leaving a trace. So, if Soran wanted to, he could have pierced their kidneys with a dagger in silence, then in a short period of time, they would die as they lost their life force.

He did not even need to sneak!

He could have directly injured or even killed the target before the other party responded.

It was an added bonus for a first strike.

Although there were no specific data, it seemed that there was another 5 points bonus for the first strike because of the Omnipotent Hands. Soran’s speed was way faster than other people. Among all melee professions, the Rogues were the fastest—even Monks were not able to contest. What Monks were better at was the short-term continuous bursts of skills.

Soran returned to the hotel.

It wasn’t early now, but there were still many people in the hotel lobby.

When Soran opened the door, the Amazonian women, who were drinking in the lobby and seemed to have drunk a lot, looked up. One of them was a robust woman who seemed to have been fighting in a pub during the day. She seemed to be laughing at how she had beaten the men today and how she continued to beat them all to till they couldn’t even squeak anymore. They all spoke in the Amazonian dialect, which Soran could hardly understand. He could only vaguely guess the meanings based on the words.

One of the women was the executioner who played tricks on Soran earlier today, and she was now dressed in a different suit.

The other party was wearing clothes that seemed like it represented a battle group, but without the outer armor. The inside was a leather shirt, where you could see half their well-endowed breasts. Amazonian women were stronger and belonged to those types of women who were wild and unruly. Their breasts were not as soft as other women, but definitely firm and bouncy. For this group of women, that was the only place where it wasn’t full of well-developed muscles. Almost all the women had more obvious and defined muscular outlines, which were not exaggerated as bodybuilders, but they were certainly stronger than ordinary men’s arms.

The average strength of an Amazonian woman could reach around 14-16 points.

That went on to say that the muscles of these women were not an exaggeration. Furthermore, the majority of these women had good bloodlines, and their strength seemed to be higher than Soran by more than just a tad bit.

She playfully grinned as she saw Soran. Then she spoke to the other women in Amazonian dialect. Obviously, Soran didn’t know what she said, but the other women immediately laughed for a while. They looked at Soran with eyes full of sadistic and strange vigor, and so on, as they assessed him from top to bottom. Amongst them, many other women eyed his lower body and whispered amongst their companions’ ear as they hung mischievous grins on their faces. Then came another round of inexplicable snickers.

Soran could not help frowning.

He was slightly dissatisfied with their attitude. Even the drow females knew that they had to respect the powerful males. The Amazonian women in front of him were too unruly.

One had to show a little bit of their strength, or others would think that one was weak and easily bullied!

With a grim smile on his lips, Soran slowly approached the female executioner, then looked at her slightly drunk self and said slowly, “Are you interested in performing magic with me?”

The woman with long dark red hair stood up with great interest as if she had no fear of Soran. “Yes! Are you still a bard? He he! Can you sing? Would you like to give me a song?”

Soran did not speak.

When the woman in front of him stood up, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, and then his fingertips slipped through a cold light, followed by a shadow. When Soran retracted his fingers and turned to leave, a group of startled Amazonian women soldiers and a naked woman with a blank expression were left standing there. She seemed to have just sobered up and had goosebumps all over her body. There wasn’t a single piece of cloth on her body, but rather, parts of her dress on the ground beneath her feet.

They didn’t even see clearly, and their companion was stripped clean.

Soran walked calmly to the stairway, and then turned around as if he remembered something and said, “Oh! Right. This magic trick is called stripping magic.”

After that, he calmly left.

Only a group of female Amazonian Fighters who had yet to return to their senses remained.