Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 66 - 62 Tarute

66: Chapter 62: Tarute

66 -62: Tarute

The man froze, suddenly sensing something was wrong.

Just as he prepared to alert those outside, Cheng Ziang moved swiftly past Luo’er, pressing him firmly to the ground.

One hand covered the man’s mouth, while the other firmly gripped a sharp dagger pressed against his neck.

“Moumou!” Luo’er turned and ordered Tangmo.

“Yes!” Tangmo nodded, taking out a pre-drawn Silence Rune from his bosom and pasted it on the walls, ceiling, and floor around him.

He embedded a high-purity Magic Crystal in the rune’s power source area.

By using the magical energy of the Magic Crystal to activate the Silence Rune, it would not need to draw on the magical energy in the air, thus reducing magical fluctuations and avoiding detection from the outside.

The man stared wide-eyed at their every move, yet was firmly held down by Cheng Ziang.

The sharp blade was against his neck, so any slight movement would cut his throat.

“We apologize for this.” Luo’er bowed slightly and then snapped his fingers.

Tangmo nodded, waved his magic wand, and activated the rune.

The very moment when the rune was activated, the magical fluctuations in the air were not grand.

Following that, the faint noise from outside that they could originally hear suddenly ceased.

The room was eerily silent, so quiet that even their own movements made no sound, making Luo’er wonder if they had suddenly fallen into space.

“If you don’t want to talk, we will change our approach.

However, you may not like this method.” This time it was Luo’er’s turn to reveal a cryptic smile.

Cheng Ziang grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him like an eagle grabbing a chick, and then pressed him onto a chair.

He drew a long knife from his sheath and kept it against the man’s neck.

The man sat in a daze, watching the three of them.

He could not hear any sound from the outside, clearly that short girl was a mage.

What puzzled him was that he didn’t sense any magical fluctuations in the air.

He wanted to jump up and make a commotion to attract people outside, but at that exact moment Cheng Ziang’s knife was against his neck.

The sharpness of this knife was undeniable, he felt that as long as the other party slightly trembled, his throat could be cut open.

Seemingly reading his thoughts, Luo’er glanced at the door, turned back and calmly said to him, “You don’t have to bother with these ghost ideas, no matter how you make a noise, no one outside can hear it.”

“Who are you people?” The man stared straight at Luo’er, inexplicable fear welled up in his heart, and cold sweat slowly seeped from his back.

Mage, assassin, half-elf.

These combined labels left the man clueless about the identities of these people in front of him.

Because in the Otherworld, those who can use magic are either nobles or destitute nobles.

Even if a noble is destitute, they would not be willing to associate with a half-elf.

From the current situation, the half-elf here could essentially be confirmed as the leader among the three, a situation he had never encountered before, or one could say it was nearly impossible.

“Sir, we mean no offense, we just wanted to inquire about a few matters.

This may violate your professional ethics, but as compensation, this bag of gold is yours as long as you tell us the truth!” As Luo’er said this, he took the bag of gold, shook it, and then placed it on the table, pushing it in front of the man.

“Don’t think you can get any information about the client from me.” The man decidedly stated.

“Don’t be so absolute; we are very civil people.

But if you refuse to cooperate, we will be forced to use some…persuasion.” Luo’er said, his face bearing a bone-chilling smile that made the man shudder in fear.

Even though Luo’er said this, in reality, he didn’t have much time.

The magic stored in the Crystal is finite, and within this time, he must convince this man to get the information he wants, or all will be for naught.

The reason why the Silence Rune did not cause magical fluctuations was that its source of magic came from the Magic Crystal embedded in it.

However, the magic stored within such a small Crystal would not last long.

According to Tangmo’s calculations, the Magic Crystal embedded in the Silence Rune could sustain the operation of the rune for five minutes at most.

Luo’er took out a mechanical pocket watch from his bosom.

The second the rune was activated, he had begun the countdown; at this point, already one minute had passed.

There was no more time to waste, so Luo’er decided to take some extreme and bloody measures to force the man to confess.

“Ziang!” Luo’er called for him, pointing to the throwing knife on his body.

Cheng Ziang reached into his sheath, pulled out a throwing knife, and handed it to him.

“Sir, have you made up your mind?” As Luo’er toyed with the throwing knife, his face had already lost the smile on it.

The man gritted his teeth, fear overwhelmed his heart, but he still bit down and refused to open his mouth.

Because he knew that once he broke down, he could not hold on any longer.

“Stubborn one, aren’t you!” Luo’er, holding the knife, suddenly plunged it down.

Effortlessly, it was thrust into the man’s thigh.

The man gritted his teeth, his body shaking uncontrollably to the point where Cheng Ziang’s knife left scratch marks on his neck.

Even Tangmo, who was watching from the side, couldn’t help but shiver.

She quickly covered her mouth, subdued her urge to scream.

Luo’er silently watched him, as if he had nothing to do with the scene in front of him.

Seeing that the man still refused to speak, he couldn’t help but sigh.

He took another throwing knife from Cheng Ziang’s hand and plunged it again into the man’s thigh.

By now, two throwing knives were wedged deep in the man’s thigh.

As the man continued to tremble, fresh blood leaked out from his wounds, soaking his trousers, trickling down his leg into his shoe, and then onto the floor.

“Third one!” Luo’er nonchalantly took another knife and plunged it into the man’s thigh again.

The man’s reactions grew stronger and stronger, Luo’er knew he wouldn’t hold up for much longer.

“Fourth one!” Luo’er adjusted the knife in his hand, ready to thrust it again when the man let out a low whine, clearly on the brink of passing out.

“I, I, I…” The man stammered, but Luo’er didn’t acknowledge his surrender and once again plunged another knife into his thigh.

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

The man could no longer endure and let out a full-throated scream.

His thigh was stabbed with four throwing knives.

Each one deeply embedded in his thigh, blood continuously flowed down his leg into his shoe, and then onto the floor.

“I’ve told you, I’ve told you everything!

Stop stabbing me!” The man yelled out, begging for mercy, but no matter how loud he was, no one outside could hear a thing.

“Had you cooperated sooner, it wouldn’t come to this!”

Luo’er clapped his hands together and straightened his back as he laughed.

“Tarute Alofflin, a Blaiqi merchant!

He’s the one who applied for the commission!” The man shouted with a hoarse voice, catching his breath in between, the four knives embedded in his thigh clearly causing him unbearable pain.

“Are you sure you’re not lying to us?” Luo’er tilted his head as he asked while simultaneously signaling Tangmo to take note of the name.

“I’m very sure,” the man gasped for air as he gritted through the pain, “Because…

because he was the one who personally applied for the commission that day and paid the bonus.

The target is…”

The man stopped and looked up, his pupils shrinking at Luo’er’s moss-green eyes, making him swallow the next part of his sentence.

“The targets are a team of three men and two women, one of which is a half-elf with green eyes, right?” Luo’er smirked.

“You’re them…,” the man said, his gaze fixed on Luo’er, teeth gritted.

“Where is this merchant called Tarute now?

Do you know?” Luo’er continued.

“I don’t know,” the man clenched his teeth and stubbornly shut his mouth.

“Still willing to suffer, huh?” Luo’er teased.

“If I reveal any information about the client, I won’t escape death either.

If it’s either way, why should I play into your hands!” the man gritted out.

“Don’t worry, we won’t disclose any information about you.

Tell us where he is, and this money is yours.

We’ll act as if nothing ever happened.” Luo’er suggested, patting the bag of money in front of the man.

The man switched his gaze between the money bag and Luo’er, clearly feeling conflicted.

Luo’er chuckled and called Tangmo over.

He then proceeded to pull four throwing knives out of the man’s thigh.

Tangmo followed by waving his magic wand and chanting spells, slowing the-blood flow from the man’s wound, which slowly started to heal.

“Resurrection Magic, you really are a mage!” the man exclaimed, staring at Tangmo.

After roughly five to six minutes of magic, the man’s thigh was mostly healed and would recover completely after some rest.

The man blankly stared at the healed wound on his thigh, then looked up and asked, “Why?”

“It’s always good to have more friends when you’re out and about.” Luo’er explained.

“Well, I don’t consider you friends.” the man retorted, glaring at Luo’er.

“Then consider it a business deal, just this once, not to be repeated?” Luo’er suggested, picking up the money bag and offering it to him.

The man hesitated for a long time before ultimately begrudgingly accepting the money bag.

He measured the weight of the money bag before instinctively reaching out to touch his healed wound.

“Don’t come after me if anything goes wrong!” the man warned, pursing his lips.

“Of course.

And for your own sake, you should forget about this incident,” Luo’er assured him.

After a moment of silence, the man pushed away Cheng Ziang’s knife and spoke, “Tarute is a cautious man.

His home is well-defended and his guards are well-equipped and trained.

If you want to kill him, it’s best to do so at his temporary estate.”

“Where is this temporary estate of his?” Luo’er queried.

“Southwest of Holy Heart City, about two days’ journey away.

Tarute stays there every time he goes to Yazhi City to get supplies,” the man continued.

“Is he there now?” Luo’er pressed on.

“I don’t know, that’s outside of our jurisdiction,” the man answered with regret.

Luo’er and Cheng Ziang exchanged looks, both giving a nod of agreement.

Cheng Ziang then pulled back his knife and sheathed it.

Luo’er glanced at his pocket watch, realizing it was almost time.

“Thank you!” Luo’er dipped his body slightly as a sign of courtesy, then signaled Tangmo to retrieve the “silence rune” sticker.

Once they retrieved all the stickers, the faint noise outside filled the room again, giving the man a sense of relief.

Seeing that Luo’er and his companions were about to leave, he called out, “Make it quick if you’re going to kill him, and don’t rat me out!”

“Of course!” Luo’er turned back, his face full of smiles, “And I hope you’ll keep your end of the deal, since we’ve never been here before!”

The man gripped the heavy money bag in his hand with a lingering sense of fear.

His back was drenched in cold sweat.

At a loss for words, he fervently wished for all of this to be just a nightmare.

But the bloodstained trousers and the slowly recovering wound on his thigh reminded him of the terrifying events that had just taken place.