Meanwhile.

After leaving the Mission Hall, Liens quickly headed to the Outer City.

The two places he planned to go next were Ben's mission location from last night and the church located in the Outer City.

Since it concerned the worship of an evil god, besides the cultists themselves, perhaps only the church's priests would have a deeper understanding of it.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to directly ask those priests about cults.

He mainly wanted to "scout the area" first, to make it easier to explore information in the Instance later.

Similarly, he wouldn't directly enter Ben's mission location.

After all, the risk was unknown; it was better to let his Instance counterpart explore that bottom.

...

Once again, he entered the Outer City through the Inner City gate, and unlike last night, there was already a considerable flow of people in the morning.

Liens could feel that many people looked at him with eyes that held both envy and fear.

As he passed, those people naturally made way, unwilling to have any contact with him.

Liens understood very well why this was happening—they were simply avoiding danger.

Although they didn't know who he was, anyone who could enter and exit the Inner City was not someone ordinary people like them could afford to offend.

Avoiding him was the most direct way for them to protect themselves.

Six months ago, he was the same.

An ordinary person contacting a "nobleman" from the Inner City might gain greater wealth, but they would also bear enormous risks.

The most direct and likely risk was being crippled or killed by guards.

Between unknown wealth and the risk of death, unless one was exceptionally bold, most would instinctively choose to avoid these so-called "noblemen."

However, this situation of people making way only occurred on the road near the Inner City gate.

Beyond this point, with people coming and going, basically no one noticed that Liens had come from the Inner City.

Unless he deliberately and ostentatiously announced his identity, his simple black attire was no different from that of an ordinary person.

It was only the longsword he carried that would make people think he was an Adventurer; as for the Glenbagen Family's secret guards, most ordinary people actually didn't know much about them.

Having lived in the Outer City for over a year, although he wasn't familiar with every single place, Liens was relatively clear about the general streets, avenues, and corresponding landmark buildings.

Following his planned route, he first arrived near the church.

The area here was a simple, elegant light white, with both the streets and ground being very clean and tidy.

Compared to other streets in the Outer City, this place looked more like it should appear in the Inner City, rather than the Outer City.

However, the scattered homeless people lying on the ground clearly reminded Liens that this was indeed the Outer City.

After all, the "kind-hearted" lords of the Inner City couldn't bear to see homeless people in front of them.

The church allowed homeless people to lie here, but their number couldn't be too many, and they couldn't leave trash around.

Previously, Liens had also slept here, as it was very clean, unlike other streets and alleys filled with strange odors.

Moreover, being close to the church meant he could secure a good spot immediately when it was time to receive relief meals.

Unfortunately, the competition here was fierce, and he was eventually squeezed out by the local homeless community.

Liens looked up at the towering Western-style church before him; its main color was white, but not a pale white, rather a very bright white.

Reflecting the sunlight, from afar it looked like a soft white light, soothing the hearts of everyone who passed by.

Additionally, a large clock was attached to the church, faithfully reporting the time to every passerby.

He checked it; it was already past eight in the morning.

After scouting the church, Liens turned and left this beautiful place, heading to the next location.

Next was Vili Avenue, Ben's mission location from last night.

He planned to execute the newly understood mission last, to avoid unexpected situations that might leave him no time to "scout the area" later.

Like the church, Liens only walked around Vili Avenue.

He casually passed by the location Ben mentioned, and after seeing that the orphanage hadn't changed, he left.

During the process, he even encountered a thief.

Unfortunately, his pockets were cleaner than his face; he had nothing but a wooden token on him, clearly unable to satisfy the thief's demands.

To avoid causing greater trouble, Liens merely gave him a beating, warned him, and then let him go.

He told him not to target poor people anymore when he stole in the future.

...

Outer City, in the shadow between two adjacent houses.

Liens stood within it, gazing at a civilian house not far opposite, which was intentionally built taller and wider to show its superiority over its surroundings.

That was the location of his current mission—the headquarters of the Shakler Gang.

The Shakler Gang was a minor gang in the Outer City, not well-known, with an activity range limited to Shakler Avenue.

His mission target this time was the leader of the Shakler Gang, who was currently inside the civilian house before him.

The mission reward was 200 contribution points, equivalent to the value of one gold coin.

One gold coin to kill a gang leader, he didn't know if it was worth it, but he figured the Glenbagen Family probably didn't give too much mission commission to their secret guards.

Without thinking much, Liens prepared to begin his operation.

Originally, the best time to execute this mission was at night, as it was easier to conceal one's figure, making the assassination target easier.

But after his experience of forcibly entering the Military Fortress in the Instance last night, he was now more confident in his strength.

As the saying goes, a skilled person is bold; he wasn't going to waste time waiting until night.

After surveying the Shakler Gang's civilian house and the surrounding terrain, Liens effortlessly climbed onto the roof of a civilian house with a simple climbing motion.

Then, bypassing the two lazy gatekeepers at the Shakler Gang's entrance, he infiltrated the Shakler Gang's headquarters by moving across the roofs of the surrounding houses in broad daylight.

Because this mission, apart from a portrait of the target, did not have detailed information like last night.

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However, this wasn't a big problem; the Shakler Gang wasn't a Military Fortress, the place wasn't that big.

Therefore, after only a few steps, Liens encountered a Shakler Gang member, and after a "friendly" exchange, he obtained the target's location.

"Thank you for the information you provided," Liens said with a smile to the man trembling under his longsword.

Then, with a flash of silver light, he "sent" the other party away.

Without sheathing his sword, holding the dripping longsword, he swaggered towards his target's location.

During the interrogation just now, he learned that the Shakler Gang had a "team-building" event last night, and at this time, most of the gang members were catching up on sleep.

This naturally included the leader of the Shakler Gang.

That "lucky" fellow just now was woken up by his bladder, so he came out to go to the bathroom before going back to sleep, but he didn't expect to become the "early bird" instead.

So, the entire Shakler Gang's defenses were very lax right now; of course, they weren't much better normally either.

Soon, Liens arrived at a door, and with a casual push, he opened it.

From this, it could also be seen that the Shakler Gang leader's awareness of danger wasn't very strong; he didn't even lock his door when sleeping, which was very unprofessional.

The subsequent process was very easy; the sound of the door opening did not wake the Shakler Gang leader, who simply "passed away" in his sleep.

And the gushing blood also conveniently washed away the red lipstick mark that hadn't yet been wiped from his neck.