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After "Captain Ryan" threw the dagger and shot down his opponent, he seemed exhausted and sat on the ground, panting violently.

The scouts hurriedly used all kinds of weapons in their hands to frantically hit the mysterious assassin. In just a blink of an eye, the man was shot like a porcupine, motionless, and presumably dead.

"Who is this guy?" A curious scout walked up and checked the body, only to find that it was a leopard orc.

"Leopard, assassin, very powerful..." An older scout with rich adventure experience and broad knowledge frowned and muttered to himself, and then couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Look at his knife! There should be a line of orc text on his knife!" He shouted.

The scout who was checking the body picked up the scimitar that fell on the ground and found it surprisingly heavy. He couldn't help but muttered: "Why is it so heavy!"

Then, he saw a line of text on the blade.

Coincidentally, he understood the orc language.

"Come from darkness, kill light. What a arrogant statement!" he said with a smile.

The older scout's face turned pale: "Is this really the sentence?"

"Maybe you can use other translation methods, but the meaning is definitely correct. Orcish is so simple, how can this sentence be simple? I won't read it wrong."

The older scout's face trembled, and he shook his head repeatedly, with a look of disbelief. After a long time, he finally calmed down and whispered: "If I'm not mistaken, this guy is Altaïr."

"Altaïr? Which Altaïr?" someone asked.

"Stupid! Which other Altaïr can there be!" someone answered.

So everyone's face looked a little bad, more than one person showed fear, and some people were shocked and ecstatic, shouting: "Altaïr?! We killed the 'Assassin' Altaïr?! This is a great achievement!"

Whether shocked or happy, the one who can decide the matter here is Captain Ryan - even if you don't consider his military rank, no one dares to challenge his authority with his bravery in fighting the legendary assassin head-on and his secretiveness in killing his opponent with a dagger.

Rian was obviously exhausted and took a long rest before he recovered. He picked up his dagger and put it away. Looking at Altaïr's body, he pondered for a moment and ordered everyone to pack up the body and send it back to Eagle Wing City.

As for the things on Altaïr's body, they were of course everyone's spoils of war. He was kind enough. Except for a high-level magic weapon scimitar, he didn't take anything else and shared it all with everyone.

As a legendary warrior, although Altaïr was simple by nature and did not carry much property, the things he carried with him were worth a lot of money. For example, the belt he wore was actually a high-level storage item, which contained a lot of potions. Although many of the potions were unrecognizable and no one dared to open them carelessly, the price of this belt alone was enough to make everyone a small fortune. If you count all the other relics on him, the hundreds of people in the scout team could get nearly a thousand gold coins on average!

"I didn't expect this guy to be so wealthy, he was so poor that he didn't bring much money..." The old scout in charge of sorting sighed, "Legendary strongman is worthy of being a legendary strongman!"

"No matter how legendary strongman he is, he is dead now." A young scout said disdainfully, "I didn't see how powerful he was!"

The old scout sneered: "I didn't see how powerful he was? Let me tell you, if the captain hadn't reacted quickly, found him in time, and used secret methods to improve his physical strength to stop him, in just a moment, hundreds of us would have died under his knife! Did you see that knife? That knife was given by the orc emperor after a certain generation of Altair assassinated a son of the Holy Angel Kingdom. It weighs 28 kilograms. Although it looks like an ordinary scimitar, it can actually cut through heavy armor. If it were you, you wouldn't even need a second knife. With one knife, you and your weapon would be cut into several pieces..."

The young scout couldn't raise his head after being scolded by him. He rubbed his nose and laughed, buried his head in work and didn't dare to talk back.

Because they had to escort Altaïr's body, they took a detour and returned to Eagle Wing City.

After Viscount Eric checked Altaïr's body and relics, he confirmed that the man who had jumped out of nowhere and was killed by a group of scouts was the famous legendary assassin. He was overjoyed and smiled like a flower. He immediately reported the good news to His Majesty Woods, who was at the front line, through magic communication. King Woods was also overjoyed and ordered a heavy reward for the scout team and directly granted Ryan the title of baron.

"This is really a great grace!" Viscount Eric said to Ryan, "Generally speaking, no matter how great the merits of adventurers are, they must be promoted from knights or even quasi-knights. You became a baron all of a sudden, which is an unprecedented honor!"

Leon acted excited and asked, "Then where is my fiefdom? All nobles have fiefdoms, right?"

Viscount Eric was speechless at once - King Woods only talked about the title and did not mention a word about the fiefdom. He probably planned to give this country bumpkin a titular title to fool him, or he planned to wait until the war was over to watch. After Effects. But he couldn't say this out loud, so he hesitated and made an excuse, saying: "Granting a fiefdom is a big deal. We will have to wait until His Majesty comes back and discuss it with the ministers before we can determine where you will go. But since you have been awarded a title, there will definitely be a fiefdom. Instead of thinking about this, you might as well give yourself a family name now."

"Family name?"

"Yes, nobles have family names. 'Lion' is just your name. Now that you have become a noble, in the future, everyone will have a name to call your family by in formal occasions and correspondence. ah."

Leon was secretly amused, but he felt it was ironic. He thought for a while and said, "Then let's use 'Rye' as our family name. Lean Rye seems to be good too."

Viscount Eric suddenly felt as if he had eaten a fly. His nose, eyes and mouth wrinkled together. He hesitated for a moment and advised: "The name Rye is a bit too vulgar. It doesn't sound like a human, but more like a dwarf." style…”

"What's wrong with dwarf style?"

"...It's not that it's not good, it's..." Viscount Eric thought for a while before he found the reason. "In the future, you will definitely build a town on the fiefdom. At that time, you will usually name the town after your family name. Yes, but the name Rye Town has already been used by someone else, so let’s change it!”

Leon thought about it again and asked: "How about calling it 'Killing the Leopard'? I was canonized just because of my contribution to killing the leopard man. Let's commemorate this incident."

Viscount Eric really had nothing to say to this country bumpkin, so he dejectedly asked the clerk to write this down.

"By the way, why did the secretary change today?" Leon asked curiously.

"The previous secretary fell ill and died this morning." Viscount Eric said, "What a ghost!"

They didn't know that the secretary didn't die of illness at all, but was inspired by the curse hidden in his body to kill people and silence them.

After receiving the news of Altaïr's death, the orc intelligence officers concluded that there was something wrong with the scribe. Either he had been discovered, or he had changed his position. They felt that if it had not been for wrong intelligence and fell into a trap, the great legend would have been trapped. There is absolutely no way an assassin would die at the hands of a mere group of scouts.

They couldn't do anything about the scouts who killed Altaïr, but they could do something about the scribe who provided wrong information, so the scribe "suddenly fell ill" and died.

Fortunately, his true identity has not been revealed—at least, not yet.

And that night, after a celebration banquet was held for Rean Shabao, Viscount Eric received the news that "a shamanic magic item used to transmit information to the orcs was found in the former secretary's home" on his way home.

At the banquet, Viscount Eric, who was exhausted mentally and physically by the words and deeds of Baron Lean's country bumpkin, sighed deeply and felt that he was really, really tired...