After finishing his conversation with Ben, Liens directly hugged his sword and lay on the bed, entering the instance dungeon.

Since he was an assassin himself, he was also worried that others might try to kill him while he was in the instance dungeon.

Sleeping with his sword hugged made him feel more at ease.

If an enemy truly came to attack him and accidentally woke him up from the instance dungeon, he would be able to directly draw his sword and kill the opponent.

The most crucial point was that he wanted to test how strong the instinct of "Sword Style" truly was.

The scene changed.

Inside the instance dungeon, it was night, within the Military Fortress in the Outer City.

"Bang!"

Liens arrogantly kicked open the door of room number 0304.

His action directly startled Frank inside the room; already very nervous, he almost dropped the longsword in his hand.

The planned direct thrust was thus not executed.

However, upon seeing Liens in all black, he still mustered his courage, gripped his longsword with both hands again, and swung it towards Liens.

The longsword slashed downwards, leaving a silver streak in the air.

Liens dodged with a flash, drew his longsword in an instant, and with a quick direct thrust, pierced Frank's left shoulder.

"Clang!"

The longsword in Frank's hand fell to the ground.

"Don't scream, or I'll kill you."

Liens pulled the longsword out of Frank's shoulder and calmly threatened him.

Upon hearing this, Frank, who instinctively wanted to cry out due to the pain, quickly covered his mouth with his right hand.

"Huff… huff…"

Frank kept panting heavily, partly due to pain and partly due to nervousness.

Liens closed the door with his hand, but he did not turn around, thus giving Frank no chance to counterattack.

Although he felt that the guy in front of him couldn't possibly have the ability to counterattack, he would not leave any chance for the opponent to kill him.

Even in the instance dungeon, it was the same.

He would be ashamed if he were killed by such a weak guy.

As the door closed tightly, only the moonlight projected through the window remained in the room, trying its best to illuminate the entire room with its faint light.

Liens kicked away the longsword next to Frank, then held his sword in his right hand and placed it on Frank's neck.

"I ask, you answer."

Liens said calmly to Frank.

"Yes, yes, yes… I'll answer whatever you ask."

Frank's body was stiff and dared not move due to the longsword hanging at his neck, so he could only express his submission to Liens through the words "Yes, yes, yes."

"How did you offend the Glenbagen Family?"

Liens asked.

"Aren't you a Glenbagen Family dark guard? Why would you ask this question?"

Frank responded in confusion.

Liens did not reply, but instead pressed the blade slightly into his skin, expressing his answer in this way.

I'm here to ask questions, not to answer yours.

"Ah, stop, stop… Yesterday, I had a bit too much to drink and accidentally bumped into a young master of the Glenbagen Family, and I even threw up a little on him."

"Really, I really didn't do it on purpose. I was just drunk at the time and couldn't control my body."

"I really didn't see anyone in front of me… Who would have thought that a noble young master would appear in a bumpy alley in the Outer City?"

Frank cried to Liens, his tearful expression conveying the collapse of his inner world at that moment.

Of course, Liens didn't care about such weeping, so he continued to ask: "Since you know you offended the Glenbagen Family, why didn't you quickly flee Kara City?"

"I wanted to leave, but I couldn't."

"After that incident, I was confined within the Fortress and not allowed to leave."

"Those guys, we were all drinking together, why… why was I the only one who encountered this kind of thing in the end?"

"And they could be safe and sound, even restricting me together."

"Why…"

Speaking of his drinking buddies, Frank's face showed a resentful expression.

As the hatred in his heart increased, he began to ignore his surroundings, and his voice also rose.

"Quiet!"

In this situation, Liens stopped Frank's hatred in the most direct way; he pressed the longsword in a little further again.

Sure enough, as Liens's voice fell, the room returned to silence once more.

Frank realized again who was the master of this room now.

"So, your roommate is one of the people restricting you from leaving, and he's currently in another room, right?"

Liens continued to question Frank.

"Yes, yes… You're going to kill them too, aren't you? I know which room they're in, I can show you the way."

Frank responded excitedly. Note: Check * for any corrections.

He knew that Liens would likely not spare him, but if he could drag those guys down with him before he died, he would be very willing.

Having company on the road to the underworld, he was unwilling to go to hell alone.

"Alright, I'm done asking. Goodbye."

After speaking, Liens directly slit Frank's throat, ending his Life once again.

This round of the instance dungeon could be considered listening to a story of a "unlucky drunkard."

Spending some time listening to a story could barely be considered a bit of entertainment.

And this story also served as a summary for his beginner task.

Next, it was time to practice his sword.

…

The scene shifted, and Liens went from inside the Fortress to a shaded area outside the Fortress.

Next to Liens was Jonathan, who had just parted ways with him not long ago.

Since they had already had contact, he naturally had to gauge Jonathan's level.

He didn't even spare Ben in this regard, let alone someone he wasn't familiar with.

If he didn't kill them a few more times, how could they become "acquaintances"?

At this moment, it was the time when Jonathan led Liens outside the Fortress.

At this time, Jonathan was preparing to let Liens infiltrate the Fortress alone to complete the mission.

"Draw your sword."

Liens put a little distance between himself and Jonathan, then calmly said to him.

This distance was to give Jonathan a better opportunity to display his strength.

"Hmm?"

Jonathan frowned, confused by Liens's words.

However, he quickly stopped being confused.

A silver flash.

Liens's longsword directly sliced through the clothing on Jonathan's chest, revealing his thick chest hair.

Jonathan was startled by this, quickly retreated, then drew his longsword, assumed a stance, and stared seriously at Liens in front of him.

He didn't understand why Liens chose to attack him, but he knew that the guy in front of him was no longer a newcomer, but an opponent, an enemy.

Seeing Jonathan finally becoming serious and his flawless stance, a slight smile appeared on Liens's indifferent face.

Is it about to begin…? I hope Jonathan can give me a little surprise.

Indeed, only facing opponents with some strength counted as a battle; that previous mission target was truly too boring…