novelraw Chapter 267: Terror on the Muddy Road
Chapter 267: Terror on the Muddy Road
"HE WENT WHERE?" a voice shouted, filled with shock and confusion.
"My men and I saw him enter the Jackal Chief’s building," a young man responded, his face filled with dread.
"How could this be?" the boss shouted, banging the wooden table before him as he rose to his feet.
"Did he have any dealings with the Jackal Chief?" he asked urgently.
The young man shook his head slowly. He was as confused as everyone else in the room.
Their target’s behavior truly confused them. More importantly, why had the Jackal Chief allowed him to enter his building?
It was an open secret that humans were not allowed in the inner part of the town without special permission.
Most humans who had dared to venture there before had been fed to the Sand Hounds without mercy.
Yet their target had done it so easily.
This was the most puzzling part of the entire situation.
"I need to talk with the Jackal Chief," the boss muttered, his expression turning ugly with concern.
His guild had paid a huge price just to have this town as part of their territory. He would not allow their enemy to destroy all their hard work so casually.
He raised his head and looked at the person before him. "Have your men monitor the entrance. I want to know immediately when he leaves that building."
"What if he does not leave the building at all?" the young man asked carefully.
When the boss heard this question, his expression twisted into an evil, satisfied grin. "That will be for the best. That means the Jackal Chief has captured him and probably fed him to his Sand Hounds already."
"Oh," a look of realization appeared on the young man’s face.
"If that is true, that means he has solved all our troubles for us," the young man whispered with relief.
"Of course, and we can thank the Jackal Chief for his unintentional service."
"But if he is not dead, we need to find out what they discussed inside that building. This is very important information for our guild."
Just then, a rapid knocking came from the outside door. Instantly, both men stopped talking and turned their heads toward the sound.
Outside the door, a young woman was waiting with an urgent expression on her face. Without speaking, the young man walked over and opened the door.
"What is it?" he demanded in a cold, authoritative voice.
"Captain, the target has left the Jackal Chief’s building, and he is heading toward the west street," she reported breathlessly.
Hmm?
The young man, who was the captain, turned his head and looked at the boss.
Each saw the shock reflected on the other’s face.
"The west street. Why is he going there?" the boss asked in puzzlement, his heart racing with anxiety.
The captain and the young woman shook their heads, equally confused.
"Quick, send our men there immediately. Today, we are ending this farce," the boss shouted impatiently.
Right now, he did not care if their target could control ten or a hundred undead servants.
He wanted nothing more than to cut the bastard who had been giving him sleepless nights into two pieces.
Since their target had arrived on the second floor, he had not relaxed for a single moment. He had been constantly on the edge, waiting for disaster to strike.
Thus, with each passing moment, his hatred for that bastard was growing stronger and more consuming.
"What are you waiting for?" he shouted again. "Start moving right now. Today, he must die."
"Ah, yes. Yes," the captain nodded frantically and rushed to leave the room with the young woman.
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Walking on the muddy west road, Thoren’s steps were casual and calm. His eyes wandered to the houses on the left as he began to count them one by one.
Slowly, he came to a complete stop before the tenth house. It looked ordinary, with a few Jackal Beastmen loitering inside the front area.
Seeing him approach, the Jackal Beastmen shot him hostile, warning gazes, but he ignored them completely.
Beside the building was a narrow path that could only allow a single person to move through at one time.
With the same calmness, he walked through the narrow passage, going further between the houses.
Meanwhile, behind him, the spies trailing him were deeply confused.
"What is going on? Where is he going?" one of them asked in a low, fearful whisper.
"How would we know if we do not follow him?" another responder said.
"But I heard he is a very dangerous awakener. Why do we not wait for the others to arrive?" a third figure said with a timid, trembling voice.
Hmm?
All the spies froze for a moment, each contemplating what to do next.
"You are right. Let us wait for the others. We can stay here and monitor the narrow path entrance," a voice announced with authority.
Hearing this, all the spies nodded in agreement.
They had all heard rumors about how deadly their target truly was. He could kill dozens of people without batting an eye.
Since he had joined their guild’s watchlist, he was the most dangerous target they had ever encountered.
Thus, everyone was cautious and unwilling to take unnecessary risks.
Unknown to their discussion, Thoren had already arrived at the backyard of the tenth building.
He stared at the locked wooden door for a moment before he summoned one of his undead servants.
Bang!
The wooden door splintered into dozens of pieces, and he stepped inside without hesitation. The room inside was small but surprisingly neat.
It only consisted of a single small bed and a wooden table placed by the window.
He noticed the bedding was quite different from the solid, hard covers made of beast skin found elsewhere in the town.
The fur was soft and pleasing to the eyes, a mark of luxury. More importantly, he noticed the room had been empty for quite some time, with a thin layer of dust on the table.
Shaking his head in disappointment, he left the room and returned through the narrow path.
Just as he came out of the narrow passage, he saw a figure in the distance coming toward his direction.
The moment the figure saw him, she halted in her tracks, and her eyes widened in pure terror.
Her heart pounded heavily against her chest like a war drum, and without any hesitation, she turned and fled into the streets.
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