Chapter 8 - The Duke Dantalion (1/2)

”Well, it`s time to start.” Evan was sitting on a thick branch, high up in a tree, and watching a small gang of bandits. At that moment, they were drinking and partying. There were six men in the gang, which was just fine for Evan.

He didn't want to attack head-on. Evan had got Lion Sigil and gained incredible physical strength. Without Lion Sigil and with such a weak body he would never have reached this level. But he still didn't know how ”The Sins” worked. In his opinion, there was no point in taking any chances.

The young man simply waited for one of the bandits to decide to retreat into the woods, and it happened soon enough.

A tall man, carrying a bottle of some kind of drink, was slowly going toward the bushes. This was a sign to Evan and the beginning of his action. He quietly jumped down from the tree and cautiously crept up on the bandit.

Swing.

With a single movement of his hand, Evan slit man`s throat and dragged his body deeper into the woods.

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”Hey? Where's Richard?” One of the bandits noticed his friend missing, but the others immediately explained to him the reason.

”Where? He`s probably drunk so much again that he fell asleep in the woods with a bottle in his hand. If you're so worried about him, go and look for him.”

Such situations were common. They didn't know what they were doing when they drank a lot of alcohol. So it often happened when a person disappeared and came back in the morning in a not very sober state. So no one was embarrassed by the disappearance of one of them.

”Well, anyway, I'll check it out. I don't want him to get bitten by some creature and then he `ll be whining for the week.”

The short man picked up his small, one-handed axe, and headed straight for where his friend had gone earlier.

Unfortunately for him, his end was just as quiet and inglorious as his partner's.

Swing.

<So, well, I guess there's no point in waiting any longer.> Evan was very pleased with this result. He had originally intended to lure out and kill at best one. However, his catch was far greater than his expectations.

Whoosh.

Evan stormed toward the bandits and quickly attacked two of them. Two lightning swings of his sword and the number of opponents dwindled dramatically. They didn't even have time to react or understand anything. All they saw was a blade rushing toward their necks.

”What the hell! Who the hell are you!?” The bandits quickly drew their weapons and prepared to fight. But, Evan wasn't going to fight alone against two. It was too disadvantageous to put himself in that position, so he gripped his dagger tightly and threw it at one of the bandits with all his might.

”Right in the bull's-eye.” Evan made a perfect throw, leaving the dagger in his opponent's throat.

Seeing how strong Evan was, the remaining bandit gave up all thoughts of fighting and tried to run away.

Whoosh.

Unfortunately, before he could walk ten meters, the small axe was in his back.

So simply and gracefully, Evan killed six people in a short time without getting a single scratch.

Evan didn't do it because he just wanted to kill someone or take what little the gang had.

Whoosh.

Evan took a short dagger from the corpse of one of the bandits, and began to cut out his heart. He performed such procedures on absolutely everyone.

”All right, that`s enough, let's get down to business.”

These bandits were not Evan's first victims. He had already killed thirty people before. And not all of them were bandits.

For his own safety, he hadn`t attack large caravans, where there were many guards and where there were rich traders. Such actions were always fraught with huge problems.

Most of his victims were simple bandits, petty thieves, and the like for whom no one would take revenge.

At this moment, he had exactly thirty-six human hearts. He needed them all for one purpose.