Chapter 67: Big-Tailed Rat

Black Rat Street, evening.

After receiving the mission, Vivian ate another piece of bread at the church.

It was free. No point in not eating it.

After finishing, she hurried back to Black Rat Street without stopping.

She began wandering aimlessly again.

Secretly hoping in her heart that the Blood Mage Marco would come out for a stroll and she’d bump into him.

After half an hour of wishful thinking.

Vivian’s incredible intellect started working again.

‘I’ll pretend to be Old Tom and wait for his supplier to show up.’

‘Then I’ll torture him, pry his mouth open, and I’ll know everything.’

After pondering on the spot and deciding the idea was feasible.

Vivian quickly sprang into action.

She arrived in front of Old Tom’s wooden shack.

Old Tom’s corpse, eyes wide open in death, still lay in the same spot.

Vivian skillfully dragged him and the halfling to the edge of the foul-smelling ditch and gave a strong heave.

Splash.

With a large splash of filthy water, the two bodies drifted away with the current.

Things were convenient in Black Rat Street; you didn’t even need to tie rocks to them.

There were quite a few floating corpses like that in this ditch.

A few every month, nothing strange.

“I actually have a talent for being an assassin~”

Vivian clapped her hands clean and returned to the front of the shop.

She took out the small wooden hammer she always carried.

And patched up the big hole in the wall and the broken floor a little.

All obvious signs of the fight were covered up.

If the supplier turned out to be a coward, scaring him off would be troublesome.

She also found a broken mirror in a corner of the shack.

Grabbing a handful of dust and ash from the ground, she smeared it haphazardly on her face.

Looking at her grimy face in the mirror, Vivian was very satisfied.

“Hello.” She lowered her voice to say a greeting.

“Not convincing. Again.”

“Hello…….”

Hoarse, with a long, drawn-out tail.

Finally, it had a bit of Old Tom’s essence.

Anyone paying close attention would definitely notice the difference.

But in the darkness and panic, it would be hard to detect.

That was enough.

Vivian went behind the corner, closed her eyes, and waited for her prey to arrive.

A long time passed, and she felt herself almost falling asleep.

A series of light footsteps came from behind the shack.

Two people!

Vivian immediately shook off her drowsiness and slowly stood up.

Outside the door was a short, stout man.

A round face, with a beard not shaved very cleanly.

Standing far behind him was a tall, thin figure wearing a cloak.

The stout man held a lamp, looking around behind the shack.

“There’s the smell of blood.”

The cloaked figure behind him suddenly spoke up to warn him.

The stout man whispered:

“Then… should I retreat…”

“Continue.”

The cloaked man said this, then crossed his arms and fell silent.

The stout man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

He mustered his courage and raised his voice.

Calling out tentatively:

“Hey, Paul, your wife’s not around, is she?”

Vivian didn’t move.

Thinking about how best to reply.

The stout man outside the door waited a few seconds.

Suddenly.

He turned and ran.

‘Damn, so cautious!’

Vivian sensed the person outside was about to run.

Boom!

She kicked the door violently, bursting through it.

The fat man outside couldn’t get away in time.

The wooden door slammed hard into him.

Thud.

Fat flesh and the dirty ground made a dull impact sound.

“Sir, save me!”

He turned sharply and scrambled backward pathetically.

But, the cloaked figure that had been behind him just moments ago.

Had disappeared without a trace at some point!

‘Ran away… well, whatever.’

Vivian glanced behind him.

“You’re not Old Tom! Who are you?”

The fat man looked back in despair, pointing at Vivian and demanding.

Vivian didn’t even lift an eyelid, coming before him and squatting down.

One hand grabbed his calf, the other gave a gentle twist.

Crack.

Aaaah!

A crisp bone-breaking sound, accompanied by a scream.

The few nearby households, hearing this, quickly extinguished their lights.

Afraid this demon might come knocking.

Ugh!

Following the same method, his other leg was also broken.

“Do you still want to run?”

Vivian lowered her head, her dark red eyes blinking.

She stared into the pupils of his eyes, shrunk with fear.

The fat man had no chance of running anymore, just trembling all over as he lay on the ground.

“I ask, you answer.”

“Yes…” he stammered.

“I haven’t asked yet.”

Vivian gave him another kick, sending him rolling twice.

“Who are you? What do you do?”

“Marcus. My name is Marcus.” “I deliver blood.”

“Where does the blood come from, and who do you deliver it to?”

“I… I don’t know. They pay.”

“They tell me where to deliver, I deliver there. I don’t know that much.” Vivian raised her foot and stepped on his head, slowly increasing the pressure.

“Is that all? That’s not enough to buy back your life.”

“Big-Tailed Rat!!”

“Wait, sir, there’s also Big-Tailed Rat!”

Seeing the fat man still had something to say, she lifted her foot.

The stout man caught his breath, then said.

“There’s a guy called Big-Tailed Rat. All this blood is supplied from him.” “In Ma’en City, if you’re in the business of human blood.”

“You have to go through Big-Tailed Rat’s hands.”

“The blood all comes from him.”

“Where is the black market?” Vivian continued to ask.

“This…”

He hesitated again.

Vivian directly raised her foot, making as if to kick him.

“Have mercy, sir! This one I really don’t know.”

“This black market, only those with supernatural powers are qualified to enter.”

“I’m just a lowly errand boy, I can’t get near it at all.” She felt the fat man had said about all he knew.

She formed a ball of red energy in her hand and threw it onto his legs.

Then turned around and walked toward the street exit.

“Big-Tailed Rat… another person added to the list.”

Vivian looked up at the moon overhead.

‘Time to go home. I’ll investigate the rest tomorrow.’

‘No matter how big the matter, it shouldn’t interfere with life.’

‘Nolan is waiting for me at home.’

‘Right, and there’s tonight’s pre-sleep training.’

Thinking of this.

A touch of sweetness in her heart covered the gloom brought by the Blood Mage.

Vivian’s Shack.

“I’m back.”

Pushing open the door, the aroma of cooked food wafted over her.

?

What’s going on? Did a thief break in?

Looking into the house, the fire in the stove was burning fiercely, roaring as it vented.

Nolan stood to the side, looking intently at the large pot.

His expression was as serious as a statue placed in a church, motionless.

“What are you doing, darling~”

Vivian put on a rare, affectedly sweet voice, calling out coquettishly.

Nolan shuddered all over, turning his head sharply.

“Why so sneaky? You scared me.”

Vivian shot him an annoyed glare.

‘Young lady offers you a treat and you don’t want it? Really ungrateful.’

“Never mind that, let me see what you cooked.”

She licked the corner of her mouth, leaning forward expectantly to peer into the pot.

“Isn’t this just my leftovers from the day before yesterday?”

So he was just reheating leftovers.

Vivian’s expectations were for nothing.

Nolan turned his head away awkwardly, explaining softly.

“I’m a kitchen novice. Being able to reheat leftovers is already great.”