Clark was in a small warehouse near the pier, where there was a sewer not marked on the city maps.

A Mouse Person crawled out from inside, exchanged glances with two gang members guarding the place, and only climbed up after confirming it was safe.

Then more than ten people emerged one after another, all of whom had entered the sewer the day before yesterday, including Dylan and Keroro.

The heavy rain had lasted for two days, making everyone stay an extra day.

After coming out, the Mouse Person first collected everyone's metal tags and then drove everyone out of the warehouse.

Evidently, the service for 10 silver coins ended here.

"Brother Dylan, thanks for before," said Keroro sincerely.

Regarding the Vineyard, if Dylan hadn't joined, it most likely would have been Keroro who died.

"No such thing, I was the one who received a lot of care along the way."

With just a few exchanges, they knew it was time to part ways.

"Well then, Brother Dylan, I wish you the best!"

"Brother Keroro, until we meet again."

The two shook hands, almost going for a hug.

Watching, Lin Jun almost changed the channel.

As he watched Keroro's departing back, Dylan felt complex emotions.

Logically speaking, he should harbor hatred towards the Demon Race, given his daughter's ordeal with blood poison.

But this Keroro was truly good to him on the journey, even if this goodness was premised on mistakenly thinking he was of the same race.

Hopefully, they won't stand on opposing sides someday.

But on second thought, if my boss one day suddenly wants to ally with the Demon Race, who knows if Dylan and Keroro would suddenly become true comrades...

Not to mention opposing humanity, which is a development Dylan doesn't want...

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry and follow!"

The boss's voice sharply reminded Dylan he had a new task.

Glancing around, he saw the figure in the black robe about to disappear around the corner, and quickly followed up.

Lin Jun instructed Dylan to track for a while first, observe, and then consider whether to use trade or other means to learn about this Abyss Magic.

Lin Jun couldn't be blamed for being curious. Even though he hadn't learned to cast spells yet, he already acquired skills in other magic branches, yet this remained a mystery akin to a rare card, tempting him to explore.

Stepping back, it was necessary to understand more about the world's power structure.

Yet Lin Jun underestimated the situation.

Keroro's assessment of Dylan's spy skills was spot-on: A novice!

He hadn't followed long when the black-robed figure seemed to notice him, quickened the pace, and slipped into a narrow alley.

Seeing this, Dylan quickened his pace and followed swiftly.

In the alley, the two were one after the other, openly beginning the chase.

Lin Jun watched speechless; everything was exposed, so chasing and catching him then held no significance, right?

Considering that this was the city after all...

Bear in mind Dylan isn't a professional; asking him to tail someone indeed makes it difficult for him.

"Never mind, now that it's come to this..."

Lin Jun's words were cut off as the black-robed man ahead suddenly manifested a black flash in his hand, gathering twisted Magic Energy abruptly.

Dylan's leg suddenly buckled, barely propping himself against the wall without falling.

Oh?

Lin Jun's interest piqued.

Quickly pulling up Dylan's panel, sure enough, he saw something different in the status column.

[Weakness Curse: Attributes decreased by 20% (104)]

A curse!

The duration was only 2 minutes, not very long.

This was the first time Lin Jun encountered a debuff classified as a curse.

Just gaining this knowledge, this pursuit wasn't in vain.

Poor Dylan, already under the [Old Age] status with -20% in attributes, now compounded with a weakness.

Running felt akin to having a weak liver, his steps unstable and faltering, soon shaken off by the black-cloaked person.

Moreover, this weakened appearance attracted some scoundrels living in the shadows.

Out of breath against the wall, Dylan was quickly surrounded by five rough-looking guys wielding sticks and knives.

A foot extended from the corner, causing Dylan to stumble, his baggage falling, its contents scattering on the ground.

These guys, barely Copper Level, or even less, would generally not dare target adventurers.

But when the adventurer appears ready to collapse the next moment, that's another matter entirely.

[Weakness Curse: Attributes decreased by 20% (4)]

4 seconds later, the curse vanished, causing the sudden frailty that appeared to just as suddenly disappear!

Breathing deeply again, strength returned to Dylan's body.

The surrounding men were apparently unaware of Dylan's change as one thug stepped forward with an iron rod, threatening:

"Old man, leave your sword and bag behind, we..."

Again with the 'old man'!

Dylan's hand was already on his sword; if the guy in front of him took another step, Dylan was ready to cut his throat immediately.

"What are you doing?"

At the back of the alley, against the light, silver-gray armor reflected shards of light, the crisp sound of iron boots on bricks tightening the air as a figure in knight armor strode towards them.

"A knight?"

"Run!"

The thugs dared not provoke the guards, let alone a knight.

Only Dylan remained where he stood.

Dylan initially wanted to run, but then thought it would look too suspicious, forcing himself to stop.

He couldn't understand why a noble knight would involve himself in such a matter, as the norm would be indifference.

Coming closer, Dylan realized this knight was actually a female knight.

She wore armor but hadn't donned a helmet, short chestnut hair, and an old scar between her eyebrows, making it hard to distinguish her gender from afar.

Dylan wasn't the only one who didn't see clearly; opposite him, Knight Liadlin was the same.

Originally thinking a commoner was entangled by thugs, she decided to step in to help but was surprised to find upon pulling closer that this was a guy dressed as an adventurer.

She didn't particularly like adventurers; however, having come this far, she still asked:

"Are you alright?"

Her business-like attitude relieved Dylan a bit; he was concerned she had found something unusual and came over for that reason.

Dylan smoothly displayed the kind of demeanor an ordinary adventurer should show when meeting a knight.

"Thank you, sir, for your protection. Thanks to you, I'm fine!"

"Good, that's settled."

Liadlin's gaze swept past Dylan, scanning things spilled from his bag, her eyes lingering a moment longer on a somewhat familiar pendant.

She couldn't place it, so chose not to dwell on it; she didn't want to engage further with these adventurers. Most urban security issues were caused by them.

Watching the female knight's departing figure, Dylan also relaxed.

Those thugs Dylan could handle easily himself, but the knight's sudden appearance disrupted his rhythm.

Far from feeling helped, more like suddenly being questioned.

Luckily, no harm done.

After tidying up, Dylan identified the direction, heading towards the dock—he needed to inquire about when there'd be a ship heading to the Archipelago.

...

That night, at Knight Liadlin's home.

Bam!

A fist slammed onto the table.

"Wasn't that Wilfred's power pendant!?"

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