Outside the city near the edge of Frost Forest, Iron Pardon suddenly stopped walking and turned around to look at Yamete. He couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “You actually came after us? What an idiot! Brothers, kill that blind fool and teach him a lesson!”

The assassin that had been trailing behind Yamete launched into action the second he received his order!

“Ah?”

Yamete let out a cry of surprise. He just realized that he walked right into the trap his enemies had set up from him. In a sense, Iron Pardon wasn’t wrong to call him an idiot. At the very least, Yamete’s brain wasn’t as big as his humongous head might suggest.

Puchi!

But before the assassin could activate Cold Blade and cut down Yamete, he shuddered, looking down in disbelief. A cold, eerie blade was protruding from his chest, and it was none other than my Ghost Ice Soul! Hmph hmph, Yamete’s level wasn’t high enough to see through the assassin’s stealth, but that wasn’t the case for me. Level 42 assassin’s figure was as clear as day to me within 7 meter radius.

Pop!

The assassin died immediately and dropped a bunch...