Kvedo retorted, as if he had expected it, "Although Emperor Rosell invented another type of kerosene lamp, there's another design for a kerosene lamp in Emperor Rosell's manuscript. This kerosene lamp was made based on that design."
Erich was stunned, looking at Kvedo's confident expression. Clearly, Kvedo had known about this for a long time. Then he said, "So that's it. Rosell really is your idol."
Kvedo said proudly, "I should say Emperor Rosell is my 'aido.' Although the name 'aido' is a bit nonsensical, it was invented by Emperor Rosell."
Erich was clearly not interested in anything about Rosell, saying, "Since we've finished our business, let's part ways. It's getting late."
Karl and Fulen nodded, while Kvedo struck an exaggerated theatrical pose and said, "Goodbye, goodbye, a thousand times goodbye. 'Romeo and Juliet' is truly a thrilling play, and Mr. Rosell is a great literary master."
Fulen was utterly speechless, watching Kvedo completely transform into a fanatical follower of Rosell and get lost in his own world. After greeting Karl and Erich, he waved twice casually at Kvedo and decided to walk home.
Walking step by step out of the brightly lit street, Fulen looked at Karl waiting for his carriage in front of the tavern, Erich hailing a carriage, and Kvedo still happily lost in his own world. A smile appeared on his face, what a wonderful day.
Although Trier was currently the most developed city, it was clear that kerosene lamps had not spread to every street. Only the prosperous streets were lit enough to banish Darkness from the night, while the street Fulen lived on had only two or three scattered kerosene lamps, just enough to keep the street from being overly Dark.
Now, Fulen's body had completely entered the Darkness, and the only thing illuminating his surroundings was the faint red glow cast by the red moon in the sky.
As Fulen walked, he inexplicably turned into a less-traveled, Dark street. He then stopped, moved his head a couple of times, and said to someone, though he didn't know who, "You've been following me for so long. It's time to come out, isn't it? I've given you the opportunity."
The pitch-Dark street was silent, as if silently mocking Fulen's unnecessary action.
Fulen scoffed mockingly. Before he could speak, a white flash, reflecting the red moonlight from above, appeared before his eyes. Fulen slid a step, but he didn't completely dodge it.
After a 'ding' sound, Fulen half-crouched on the ground, clutching his chest tightly with both hands. A look of unbearable pain appeared on his face as he said, "You, you, you don't play fair. You ambushed an eighteen-year-old like me."
Although Fulen said this, he slowly stood up, staring intently at a person in a black tight-fitting suit who appeared before him. The Assassin chuckled twice, "I didn't expect you to hide something hard in your chest, you little rascal. You're living too well; you broke my dagger. What a pity."
Fulen's left hand hung down, but his right hand was still slowly rubbing his chest. He asked, "Pity what?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fulen lunged directly at the Assassin. The Assassin was about to answer, but seeing Fulen playing tricks, he didn't dodge. He assumed a stance with empty hands and said, "Pity you no longer have a way to die without so much pain. Ergouzi, do it."
Fulen was about to activate his ability, retrieve the dagger from his chest, and thrust it forward, but upon hearing the voice, Fulen held the dagger above himself. A huge force emanated from the dagger. Although Fulen tried his best to grip the dagger, even though his tiger's mouth was bleeding, he still couldn't hold onto it.
The dagger drew a graceful arc in the air and was lost in the Darkness of the night.
Before Fulen could catch his breath, a flash of sword light, fast enough to create a whistling sound, swept past. Fortunately, Fulen forcibly dragged his body to pull himself away from the terrifying range of the sword light. This instantly made Fulen feel that there wasn't a single part of his body that didn't ache, and even the air he breathed seemed to carry the scent of his own blood.
However, the attacker's assault was not over. The sword that attacked Fulen was deeply plunged into the ground, and the attacker then threw a heavy punch. Fulen was sent flying four or five meters away by this punch.
This punch made Fulen recall, in a flash, the scene from "Water Margin" where Commander Lu punched the Butcher of Guanxi. Although the sensation of being hit was difficult to describe, it inexplicably made one imagine that various organs in their body were bruised with different colors.
Fulen clutched his stomach, twitching on the ground, saliva uncontrollably flowing from his mouth, and his eyes rolled back. It took him a while to recover, but he still felt like dry-heaving.
Fulen gritted his teeth fiercely, struggled two or three times, but still couldn't get up. He thought fiercely to himself, "Two lives, and this is the first time I've taken such a brutal beating. Just you wait. When I become powerful, it'll be a miracle if I don't slaughter you all."
When Fulen recovered, he saw that the two people who attacked him had stopped a meter away. Fulen saw them clearly now: one person was entirely in black, holding his own sharp dagger, while the other wore armor on his upper body, shining brightly, reflecting the red moonlight, and held a greatsword.
The black-clothed Assassin said, "Hehe, you can't escape. Although I'm only a Sequence 9 Assassin, my companion is a Sequence 8 Pugilist. You have no chance to escape."
Although Fulen knew his situation was dire, hearing this person say so still made a trace of despair well up in his heart. However, Fulen still retorted, "Why are you trying to capture me? I have no grudge against you."
The Assassin juggled the dagger in his hand for two turns, then scoffed upon hearing this and said, "Hey, little brat, aren't you very clear about it? Why are you confused now? Originally, I wasn't sure based on your table's performance, but your reaction now clearly shows something fishy. Even if we caught the wrong person, what can be done? You've picked a good burial ground for yourself, hahaha."
When Fulen heard that they decided to capture him because of his performance, he wished he could slap himself twice: "Why the hell did I have to show off? When others whisper in an alley, it's showing off, but when it's me, I get beaten up."
The silent Pugilist took a step forward and said, "Enough small talk. Let's just sever this guy's limbs. After all, he's a Beyonder. If the fat meat that's already in our mouths runs away, it would drive one mad."
The Assassin retorted, "This kid can't escape, no need to be so bloody," but seeing Fulen's complexion improve, the Assassin changed his tone, with a clear hint of mockery, "Forget it, it's an extra layer of insurance, after all. Who can resist this kid's charming bounty?"
As soon as the words fell, the Pugilist's greatsword, with a whooshing sound, broke the tranquility of the street.
The Pugilist's greatsword sliced through Fulen's limbs. Fulen was powerless to resist, captured by the Demoness Sect, and died tragically after being divined.