Liens was a little surprised to receive something unexpected from Lucrezia.

In reality, he and Lucrezia should have been relatively strangers.

But from Lucrezia's actions, it was possible she had been observing him through that 'little succubus' for some time.

"When did it start?"

Liens secretly speculated in his heart, then shook his head, giving up the idea of continuing to investigate.

It was meaningless...

He was about to leave this place; what was the use of thinking about this?

As for meeting again in the future, it would depend on fate... Anyway, Liens felt the chances were quite small.

Because, after he finished that matter, he planned to leave this city far behind.

At least until he possessed the strength he believed could contend with the old man from the Glenbagen Family, he did not intend to return here.

The time required for this was unknown...

And Lucrezia, as a princess knight, could not possibly stay in this city forever, so the possibility of meeting again was further reduced.

After all, Lucrezia didn't even know what he looked like.

...

The night was perfect, the bright moon still shining.

Liens arrived at this hidden, no, rather, overtly sinful place, gazing at the magnificent Slave Exchange before him, which even the night could not conceal.

Looking at the familiar main entrance of the Slave Exchange, its magnificence remained unhidden even at night.

"Kid, don't just stand here staring for no reason; this isn't a place for you to beg."

"Keep standing there like an idiot, and you'll be directly captured as a Slave."

The guard at the main entrance saw Liens standing idly at the doorway and laughed as he threatened him.

He thought Liens was some ordinary person who wanted to enter the Slave Exchange to broaden his horizons.

Although such situations were rare, there were always some fools who thought the Slave Exchange was some high-class club or bar.

After all, to highlight its feel, Sir Barton had also spent a lot of money on the decor.

Upon hearing this, Liens merely looked at him silently, saying nothing, and quietly stood where he was, removing the 'contract' from his body.

Seeing that Liens didn't react, the guard thought he had encountered a real fool.

So he prepared to go forward and drive him away, but before he could carry out his idea, Liens began to move.

Stepping forward, drawing his sword, silver light flashed.

With a dizzying sensation, the guard watched a headless, tall figure slowly fall.

"Who was that?"

Before he could process this thought, darkness completely enveloped his world.

Meanwhile, another guard who had been standing idly by, watching the scene, suddenly saw his colleague's head inexplicably fall off.

He was utterly terrified...

And by the time he was about to scream to express his horror, he was already unable to make a sound.

Liens expressionlessly dealt with the two gate guards, then stepped into the place where, for him, everything began.

He also knew that he only needed to leave quietly, just like before; the Glenbagen Family probably wouldn't investigate the missing dark guards too much.

That way, the likelihood of him being hunted down by the Glenbagen Family's armed forces would be greatly reduced.

He wouldn't have to worry about that old man who easily abused and killed him.

But... Liens didn't want to.

The thought of the torment he suffered at the Slave Exchange; the thought of the brutal training he endured at the Training Camp; the thought of being used as a test subject by Marvin for human experiments...

He was extremely displeased with the source that caused all of this.

If he didn't destroy this place, his heart would not be at peace. He simply had to settle his heart knot.

***

"Guest... May I ask what you need?"

The welcoming Miss looked at Liens, who was carrying a blood-stained longsword as he entered the trading house, her face somewhat pale. She forced a smile and asked him his purpose.

"Tell me, where is your Lord Barton?"

With the longsword pressed against the welcoming Miss's throat, Liens calmly questioned her.

The welcoming Miss, subjected to such treatment, felt her legs go soft and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, working in such a place, she still had some psychological fortitude, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to bear the wails of the Slaves.

"Lord Barton... should be in the main hall discussing business with a guest..."

"Other than that, I don't know anything else... Please, you must not kill me!"

The welcoming Miss answered Liens's question intermittently and somewhat stammeringly, finally pleading with Liens to spare her Life.

"It seems our Lord Barton is very career-driven, still not sleeping this late."

"As for this Miss... unfortunately, it's your bad luck to have met me."

"I said it would be a bloodbath; I'm too lazy to distinguish whether there are good people or innocent people here anymore."

"In your next Life, I hope you won't be so unlucky."

Liens responded indifferently.

Then, before the welcoming Miss could scream, the longsword had already slit her vocal cords.

"Lord Barton, the Slaves you personally sent out before have returned to deliver a 'generous gift' to you..."

"I just wonder if you can accept it?"

Liens strode towards the main hall, delivering "gifts" to everyone he encountered along the way.

Blood permeated the floor, a bloody stench spread through the corridor, and people had long since accused the murderer's cruelty on the road to the underworld.

Liens walked into the main hall with steady steps.

At this moment, the Wind Element had already carried the scent of blood and screams to everyone in the main hall.

So, when Liens's blood-stained figure appeared in the main hall from the passage...

Some people showed fear, while others were enraged...

"Who are you? Do you know what kind of place this is? Do you know what kind of existence is behind this place? Do you know what you are doing?"

The first to express anger towards Liens was not Barton, but his guest. He opened his mouth wide and roared at Liens.

It was as if he were the master of this place, scolding Liens, the rude intruder. Thе full sеriеs livеs оn Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (

Liens glanced at him indifferently. From his attire and build, he was a match for Barton.

Equally exquisite and luxurious, equally pot-bellied...

Who was this? Another noble lord, or some great merchant?

Liens continued to survey his surroundings, looking at everyone present, confirming that there was no Extraordinary One's existence here.

Seeing that Liens had ignored him, the guest became even more furious.

"You few, go up and kill this rude fellow."

In his rage, he directly ordered his guards beside him to kill Liens.

Barton did not stop them; he merely watched Liens with a serious expression, continuously stroking the magic ring on his hand.

He had sent some people to check the situation in the passage earlier, but no one had come out, indicating they were most likely dead.

And to be able to kill his guards quickly and without injury meant the newcomer was very dangerous, perhaps even an Extraordinary One...

Thinking this, Barton directly triggered the warning alchemy device.

And those guards who were ordered, although they didn't really want to approach someone as dangerous-looking as Liens...

But faced with their boss's command, the few guards dared not resist and could only cautiously surround Liens with their swords.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten? Why are you walking so slowly?"

"I want his screams to echo in my ears quickly."

The guest continued to urge his guards.

However, they didn't need to speed up, because Liens was already walking towards them.

Step, charge.

Liens appeared before one of the guards like a blur.

Then, in a flash, Liens's figure departed, and when he appeared beside the others, the guard slowly fell.

His severed throat continuously gushed blood, staining the clean tiles a vivid red.

The time was very short; many people only realized what was happening and screamed when they saw people continuously falling.

"Ah!"

At this moment, the tenors and sopranos in the scene were constantly pushing their limits.

Liens moved through the crowd like a ghost; each pass meant the departure of a Life.

And when the guest saw his guards fall almost instantly, his face turned pale with fear, and he retreated repeatedly, bumping into Barton.

Then, as if finding a life-saving straw, he tightly grabbed Barton's hand and tremblingly said to Barton:

"Barton... quickly think of a way! That person is killing people, he's killing people non-stop..."

"I don't want to die... I still have so much money to spend, I still have so many things to enjoy..."

"Why... why did I encounter such a thing just by coming to buy some Slaves?"

"Quiet! Soon, reinforcements will be here."

"Even if he's a Knight, with so many people in the hall, it's enough for him to kill for a while."

Barton shook off the guest's hand and said, feigning composure.

As for why they didn't run away?

It was because Liens was prioritizing killing those who tried to escape.

Since he said it would be a bloodbath, he naturally had to keep his promise; no one here was allowed to leave.

Although the hall here was not small, Liens's speed, with the Element Blessing of the Wind Element, was enough to cover the entire hall.

With the escape speed of these ordinary people present, it was basically impossible for them to escape Liens's attacks.

Many people, seeing that escape was hopeless, turned their gaze to the owner of this place—Barton.

"Lord Barton, quickly think of a way to stop that madman."

They cried out, and at the same time, they all converged towards Barton.

In their view, being near a big shot like Barton was clearly safer.

As for their actions, Liens naturally approved, because that way he wouldn't have to run around.

So he began to shrink the encirclement, making all the remaining living people gather towards Barton's direction.

"You..."

Seeing everyone approaching him, and Liens gradually killing his way over, Barton was so angry he couldn't speak.

If only these people used their Lives to hold on a little longer, the family's reinforcements would arrive.

Then he would be safe...

But why didn't these people do that?

Wasn't the point of spending money to support you all to have you sacrifice your Lives at times like this?

And he had to think of a way... The way was for them not to get close here!

An urgent, pressing mindset continuously spread through Barton's heart.

Especially seeing the fallen figures slowly approaching him, and the screams echoing in the hall also getting closer...

Barton's inner panic was uncontrollable...

In his eyes, the figures on the ground had become his own face, and those screams seemed to be the wails he was about to emit.

Barton couldn't bear it anymore... He raised his hand, which bore a magic ring, and aimed it at Liens.

He was preparing to cast a spell to attack the demon in his eyes.

"Ah!"

A scream escaped Barton's mouth.

Because the hand he had just raised had already been severed by Liens.

He clutched his severed hand, crying and wailing, just like the people surrounding him.

Only he wasn't dead yet, hadn't completely fallen.

But soon...

The moment he chose to act, Liens decided to send his old acquaintance—Lord Barton—on his way first.

Although killing him would cause the remaining people to scatter and flee, making it a bit troublesome to chase them.

But, who told Barton to make a move?

If he dared to resist, then he had to face the consequences of resistance.

"Three-hit Combo!"

Liens looked coldly at the screaming Barton, then unleashed his strongest shield-breaking attack.

"Clang!"

Three afterimages appeared, almost simultaneously hitting the newly appeared magic barrier.

Subsequently, the attacked magic barrier ultimately couldn't withstand this strong assault and was directly pierced by the longsword.

And simultaneously pierced were Barton's throat, as well as his hope and Life.

To ensure Barton was thoroughly dead and wouldn't be healed by some high-level potion, Liens also took the opportunity to decapitate him.

His vision shifted, and gradually blurred...

In the end, Barton saw a familiar figure.

'Why... why didn't you appear sooner...'