Given a couple of minutes, a group of people in tight black clothing soon gathered around Dean in a circle.
Their bodies looked quite nimble and weren't full of muscles making Dean assume they were most likely assassins or scouts.
He had only buried the bodies of Ellis and Alexander while the Wandering Demonic Poison King's body was currently decaying on the land.
Chopping the head of the Wandering Demonic Poison King, Dean threw it over to the black figures
"I'm guessing your boss hired you to watch over him. You can tell him he's dead."
Given the missing villagers in this area, Dean wouldn't be surprised by how dedicated this man was to the craft of poison.
Once his actions had gone to a certain point, there'll definitely a large amount of people that would wish to kill him.
The people in front of him lacked any features that made it seem they were there to battle except some small gimmicks hidden in pockets.
They were first surprised at the sudden gift but their eyes gleamed with suspicion.
"What's the deal?"
He found it hard to suddenly accept something for free and followed the rule, 'There's no free lunch'
Dean wondered about what would be good enough of a trade and thought of something
"Send a message to Redwood Academy that student Dean will dropout while teachers Ellis and Alexander died."
The man in black was confused that a simple request was all that would be traded for this head that was equivalent to a ton of gold.
Nodding to his subordinate, she immediately understood the message and ran off into a different direction from where they originated from.
"Is that all?"
Dean left and broke out of the encirclement as they made way for him.
There was no point in staying anymore and it was best to just move on and cultivate in peace before doing anything else.
The man in black didn't attempt to know where he was going or trying to stop him to show some polite courtesy but instead write a message to their boss.
They would probably get paid a large amount since this dangerous mission caused him to hesitate and make sure his team would be alright risking their life on this.
It all paid off in the end and they actually got the head of who they were spying on.
This matter was too important to allow a normal subordinate to write the report meaning he would formally write it himself.
One point he made sure to stress on was that this murder was presumably done by a person called Dean as he left his name in a trade.
Along with that point was that he was most likely young since he gained the title 'student Dean'.
The reason the man in black didn't attempt to take the glory of killing the Wandering Demonic Poison King is that such reputation could easily be proven fake.
All a person would have to do is hire them for an extremely dangerous mission where they would all die without a chance of survival and know the truth.
Glory in exchange of danger was not worth the trade.
"Should we send people to trace Dean?"
The principal was currently sipping some tea but did recall being told a letter where two of the hired subordinates had recently died along with a student leaving.
"Hmmm, have we found any evidence with the correlation of a necromancer?"
The secretary looked through his clipboard pretending to find any information even though there was only finances on it and responded
"Currently there has been no information supporting that claim."
In her head, there were two options.
Allow a horrible event to happen like what happened a couple of decades ago or use manpower to hunt after Dean.
The school was already too deep into the process of cleansing and had no time to waste on such miscellaneous problems that would not provide any true profit.
Besides intuition and guessing, Dean held no value besides being a student who has experienced a few things on his trips.
However option two was far too appealing.
They would be able to weed out the organization of a necromancer or possibly reveal a piece of information on heritage from an ancient master.
This necromancer should have a lot of precious treasures in its arsenal allowing those with power to slowly pluck away from him.
Along with that would be reputation and glory making more students come meaning more revenue.
Even if the necromancer was as strong as the one in the past, a being able to throw the continent into chaos, our continent's finest talents would be able to hold it off.
There were much stronger warriors compared to the past and there are surely to be many of them.
Weighing them both and just realizing that in exchange for a pawn, it was worth it.
"Add the funds meant for Ellis and Alexander to our finances."
The secretary immediately understood that she had given up on the student and wrote what she said as a note on the clipboard.
Dean was wandering around in the night without a clue of knowing what he wanted to do.
He had enough and eventually just sprawled his body atop a grassy surface and left his thoughts to himself.
There was nothing left to do.
It was slight shattering noise within his heart when he realized that nothing was holding him back.
But what was he being held back from?
Revenge, revenge and more revenge.
What else could he do?
All that remained in his heart was emptiness once you remove all your friends, lover and hatred for enemies.
It was too tiresome to create more animosity and would mean nothing without a good reason.
There was no good reason that Dean learnt to continue anything.
Cultivation at this point had lost his interest and there was no reason to continue along that path anymore.
"Oh, Zikel Clan"
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