Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

Chapter 43 A battle that ended too son (2)

Suddenly, he lowered his body slightly, ignoring his companion's question about what he should do.

Carion focused his gaze on his rivals.

Those three guys are of pretty good power.

His mind became clearer when he understood that he needed to pass the tests if he wanted to take revenge.

His appearance and strange intentions made his rivals frown.

'What's wrong with this bastard?' thought the second leader.

Unconsciously, he lowered his gaze to Carion's hands. At that moment, a strange glow from those hands came to his eyes, and he frowned.

He felt he knew what it was. 'What?' As he was thinking, he suddenly saw Carion start running towards them; he seemed to be muttering something.

The fact that he was running towards them and like that made the second leader connect the dots.

"WATCH OUT, IT'S NIT...!" Before he could finish speaking, a slightly blurred image appeared in front of him, with a small but dangerous weapon in his hand and slit his throat.

"Movement like the wind." Carion whispered when he reached the other side of his rivals.

Suddenly, two heads flew off, with a spray of blood splattering Carion. They were the heads of the 2 leaders.

Their movement was too fast, so much so that the third man couldn't react before he had a stick stuck in the back of his head.

In the end, he looked at Carion with a frightened expression.

"You're...theirs..." A puff of blood came out of his mouth before he fell forward, dead.

Carion closed his eyes for a moment to calm his insides. Then he looked at his companion, who couldn't even understand what happened.

"The things you saw here must be erased from your mind. Unless you want to die just like them." Carion said as he reached his side.

His companion nodded quickly and fell backward, exhausted.

Carion then went to help the rookie, who was somehow still alive.

And soon after, the guy who had been sent with Klaus returned with numerous injured people.

"And Klaus?" Carion asked, first of all.

The guy who was almost turned to pulp was planning to complain in front of him, but in the end, he sighed and plopped down next to a tree, showing his bad mood.

"Everything went well..." He spoke while breathing heavily. "He must be coming that way." Then he looked at the hostages they were to rescue.

"They surely know better; we split up over there, but we managed to rescue them." As he finished speaking, he put a hand on his chest as pain assaulted him at that moment.

Carion looked at them and nodded. "Mr. Frederick, Mrs. Marly, it's good to see you well, " he said and looked at the children. "I'm sorry for the children; I hope they can recover."

They both didn't feel like talking, although they were very curious to know who the guy who saved them was.

Just when that flour was scattered around, one part was left free for them to walk on: the region leading to the back exit. Thanks to that, they could escape successfully, but, at the end of it all, without that man's tactics, they would have died, so they needed to thank him personally.

Carion did not bother them, but he was not in a good mood. He needed to reconsider things seriously. This mission showed him that he was too vulnerable. Although, in the end, he used such a valuable treasure as the Nithim and was able to win, that can't be done every time.

If he wanted to survive in this world, he needed real strength, not relying on external factors.

'Although, without his help, I fear that we could not have completed this even if I used the Nithim.' He thought, with a hint of frustration.

After looking at the other member who went with Klaus and the hostages so wounded, he more or less got an idea of what had happened. So he was sure that even if he managed to kill the three here and thus get away from the robbers, he didn't have enough power to do it a 2nd and even a 3rd time against those in the village.

So it was Klaus' help that completed this short but intense mission.

'His intelligence is superior; there is no way he is a common reared in that place.' He frowned, recalling the little exchanges he had had with Klaus.

The problem was that he knew little about the Reared in the Mist, and only a few had been briefed regarding Klaus in the organization, so they didn't have much information on Klaus himself either.

That made him sigh slightly, diverting his thoughts.

"You are very pensive and downcast; I thought you all would be joyful about completing such an important mission." Suddenly, a voice came from the side, causing everyone to look over.

Klaus arrived with a sack on his shoulder.

"Klaus!"

"Sir!"

Somehow, several greeted him, and the rescued stood up, as did those who could.

'He's not a sir; he's younger than I thought.' Frederick thought; he walked a little way towards him and nodded.

"Thank you so much for saving us, Young Man. We are in your debt. Also, to the rest of the mission's members, we wouldn't be here without you."

In doing so, Marly also expressed her appreciation.

Klaus nodded. "It was a mission, and besides, we got some unexpected rewards, so don't worry, " he replied casually.

He then looked at Carion and, subsequently, at the corpses and smiled at him. "You did well. Sometimes, killing is part of living in such a dangerous world."

He sighed, nodded, and didn't say a word about it.

Frederick and Marly picked up their children before turning to them.

"I think it's a good idea if we leave. If you found unexpected bounties, it means we might have unexpected visitors, too." Frederick suggested.

He was right; soon after, they all returned to the van that had brought them.

Soon, they were speeding back to town. The necessary words had already been said, and the rest didn't need to be said, at least not for now.

As they drove back, Klaus opened the sack he was carrying.

"There are three cursed beasts left there; killing them was very difficult, even impossible for me. There wasn't too much to play with in those places, and they resisted explosives very well. But, while looking for some things, I found some money." He spoke.

Then he showed what was inside.

"Carter Coins?! And there are hundreds of them!" The mission commander exclaimed. Even with broken ribs, that guy, being the good money lover he was, couldn't sit still when he saw a fortune of such a size.

Klaus smiled, "I counted about 500 of these little coins. That's a lot more than the reward for completing the mission. I think we should be good for quite a while with this."

Even Carion had to be amazed at that amount of money. It was several good-level missions, and they got just from loot.

'They have a lot of money... It's more dangerous than I thought. I'll have to ask Klaus for information about what was in there.' Carion thought.

Klaus watched them all in surprise and scrutinized them for several minutes, then smiled. 'Tsk, so even for them, this amount of money is staggering.' He thought.

Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to show all the money. There was another sack inside his storage ring, which belonged exclusively to him.

As the one who did the most on the mission and completed it, albeit with help, how could he not take a larger share for himself? Without him, these sacks would not have been found, besides.

He's crazy, he's not dumb.