Night Three More glanced at the dagger in his hand, pondered for a moment, and replaced it with a long wooden stick—the very one used to hang the cooking pot, now tinged with the hues of the fire.
Gently prodding the girl's shoulder, he noticed her eyelids twitching but not opening. Night Three More increased the pressure.
"Stop, stop, stop! Isn't anyone here compassionate and considerate? I'm a girl!"
The girl in the green dress, witnessing Night Three More changing his angle to poke her abdomen, changed her expression and hastily opened her eyes, shouting.
"Also, why not untie me? What kind of man are you?"
Night Three More nodded and then picked up the pile of weapons left by the goblins, turning to leave.
Green-dressed girl: ...
Seeing Night Three More seeming genuine and actually intending to abandon her, the girl became anxious.
"Hey! Come back! Where are you going?"
"Home."
Night Three More replied without looking back.
Home?
Leaving her behind?
Alone?
The girl's expression changed, and she was about to burst into anger, but for some reason, she softened.
"Wait, handsome, I was wrong. Could you please loosen the bindings for me? I...I need to...go to the bathroom."
Seeing Night Three More turn around, she squirmed and squeezed her thighs, shyly biting her lip. Even her petite face turned rosy, evoking sympathy.
"Oh, then I'll step aside."
"Step your...what are you thinking? Didn't I ask you to keep me untied?"
Night Three More pointedly suggested.
"Please!"
"Alright."
Poof!
"I! You!"
The girl rolled her eyes and fainted.
Night Three More silently removed all the weapons on him, almost dropping the tattered cloth wrapped around his waist while removing the arrow quiver. Looking around, he glanced at the girl's skirt, then picked up a bow and fitted an arrow, aiming at the girl's forehead.
"I'll count to three, and if you haven't shot me, I will."
"One."
A buzzing sound, an arrow shot out, landing with a thud on the wooden stake above the girl's head.
"I! You really shot!"
The girl opened her eyes in shock, with an expression as if she had just encountered a undead.
Night Three More squinted, lifting the bow again, this time lowering it by forty centimeters.
"Scoundrel, smelly scoundrel! What do you want?"
Night Three More raised an eyebrow, casually saying, "Survival."
Then, he released his finger, and the arrow shot out again.
This time, he didn't miss.
The fateful arrow whizzed towards the girl's forehead, poised to end her life in the next moment. However, with a loud snap, the green-dressed girl actually broke the rope with her bare hands. Then, her palms clapped together, splitting the arrow into three pieces mid-air. She then deftly caught the broken arrowhead between her fingers, and with a slight bend, she rushed towards Night Three More.
Observing her speed, as nimble as a cat, Night Three More had no doubt that if she got close, he would have an extra blood hole in his neck within half a second.
So, he snapped his fingers.
A skinny old man suddenly appeared behind him, clawing at the girl.
The girl's face changed as she tried to avoid the old man, but accidentally stepped on a goblin's arm. With a slip, she fell flat on her back. When she regained consciousness, Night Three More had already pressed a spear against her neck.
"How did you see through me?" the girl gritted her teeth.
Night Three More shrugged.
"Guessing."
In fact, he had sensed something was wrong when he saw the girl's face. It was clean, without a trace of tears, and there were no signs of struggle on the rope. This indicated that she had either been unconscious the entire time or...
Was faking it.
The former had been debunked, leaving the latter as the only option.
This woman likely had the confidence and ability to deal with all the goblins.
Night Three More didn't think he had the capital to engage in close combat with her.
The girl pointed at the old man who had suddenly appeared. "Who is he?"
The disguise effect of the Undead Mark had two functions: passively concealing the undead aura and actively changing the appearance of undead creatures. Just now, Night Three More had activated the active disguise of the Undead Mark, transforming the old skeleton into a kind old man in the girl's eyes.
Even if the girl had attacked the old man just now, he could have taken advantage of the time she was entangled to subdue her. This servant was willing to use his body and life to buy him time.
Thinking about the old man's unflinching eyes when he lunged at her, the girl felt a bit scared.
"Don't think too much. I'm just a homeless wanderer."
"By the way, did these guys say when they would trade?" Night Three More glanced at the goblin bodies.
The girl frowned but still answered, "Before dawn."
Before dawn?
Night Three More calculated.
With 10 soul energy points, even if he dismissed the old skeleton, he would still be a little short of maintaining the disguise until dawn. Moreover, dismissing the old skeleton meant losing the hard-earned glory kills. On the other hand, if he didn't dismiss it, he would need 12 soul energy points to avoid being discovered by the Silver Holy Church. Essentially, he had to leave 1 soul energy point.
Or...
Night Three More looked at the girl's fair neck. All he had to do was stab her...
"Hey, what are you thinking?" The girl, sensing his strange gaze, nervously asked.
Night Three More sighed.
"I'm thinking that perhaps time is enough."