Dean was struggling to accept the idea that they weren't allowed to enter the city due to the line being abnormally long and it was rumored the hotels were far too expensive.
Alexander was against the idea and just wanted to head back to slay some random beasts.
Ellis was the first to see Dean's obvious discontent and voiced out his opinion.
"There is no point in rushing for something that you can wait for. Haste makes waste."
It was generally phrased to tell Dean 'Be patient.'
But that was extremely difficult when there was no significant purpose he held in his life.
Although he was upset, Dean traveled back to the school and didn't usher a complaint about not entering that city.
In total, they made sure to not to place too much stress on the population on this specific beast and only killed around a 100 of its kind.
They manually removed the tough hide and got to keep the meat.
'There was no time to waste when there was profit to be made' was what Alexander tended to say when he burst into the open once more.
The building had already been repaired and any cracks that used to curse this room was finally removed.
Ellis order Dean to at some point buy a rubber object and place it between the door and the hinge so that Alexander wouldn't break the door.
It was surprising how effective it was without the hinge of the door stuck into the wall.
Another task was given to them.
The mission was to find out the oddities that have happened within the recent villages in the east.
Apparently there have been many deaths and a plague killing the villagers however outsiders have reported seeing nothing.
Instead, it was just a ghost village where it seemed as if the villagers had suddenly migrated.
But the oddest part was that all household items, including food were still there and even after waiting for weeks there was no notice of them coming back or a new village being constructed.
Dean noticed that it was odd that their group were travelling to place all across the continent when the more idealistic thing to do is set them in one section.
Ellis was the one who responded to it but it was a half baked answer
"The school just tell us to do it."
Alexander chuckled at the answer but was able to explain to Dean the proper answer.
"There are indeed teachers who have be set at different sections of our continent however they tend to be given much more dangerous missions with some lasting an unknown amount of years."
Dean nodded at the answer with full comprehension and appreciated in the school not trusting their group with the more dangerous jobs.
'If they did... the consequences were unimaginable.'
And that was how Dean spent his 2 years traveling with his teachers but it had just ended quite recently.
Currently he was lying in three pools of blood and was rather frustrated at his thoughts.
It had just been less than twenty minutes before they entered the village and found another person.
He had an incredibly carefree smile but he was surprised
"Oh? I didn't expect people to come this quick."
A bottle of liquid was suddenly thrown in front of him and it quickly stuck onto Alexander.
The consistency was similar to sludge and Alexander was struggling to escape its grasp while the man suddenly lit it onto fire.
An unusual atmosphere was appearing from the sludge and Dean thought it was best to act rationally and put a cloth over his mouth in case there was something wrong with the gas.
But it was too late to warn Ellis as the grip onto his sword didn't seem tight while his standing was unsteady with shaking.
A pill appeared in the man's hand that was crushed into powder before dissipating into the wind.
If Dean was correct in his assumptions, this was the Wandering Demonic Poison King.
It was a dumb decision to ask that question in a battle and he could just outright lie.
He had already been stressing on the point of how the Wandering Demonic Poison King was used to using trickery but Dean never expected that his poison was this effective.
The next 15 minutes was just a general battle of attrition where Dean used the household items in the village to look for any deadly poisons or even as fans.
Once finding an opportunity to find a gap in the poison smog, Dean was able to get close and surprisingly impale the man with his hands.
Looking at the color of the Wandering Demonic Poison King's skin, it was clear he attempted to use poison as a type of tonic but had to use his own body to attempt it.
Putting the pieces together, his plan was probably to use the villagers as people to experiment on and blame it on a rampaging bandit group but his physical body was too weak to make any false evidence.
It was far too clean and the village didn't seem like it had been pillaged making it clear it was an odd case.
His enmity with this man had ended and he avenged Leonard's death.
Alexander and Ellis were dead but it was indeed sad.
But not a good type of sorrow for a healthy mind.
Dean felt frustrated and ashamed that he felt sad for them however it was for the wrong cause.
It was like, he was enjoying it.
There was an empty area in his heart but this sadness was able to temporarily fill it up but it was a disgusting feeling in of itself.
He couldn't cry as it wouldn't justify himself but he still had the decency to bury the bodies using the shovels of a nearby home.
The Wandering Demonic Poison King should have some notoriety making Dean know that people should be watching right now.
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