The Ghost Hunter And The Terror!

Advanced Peak

At that moment, a middle-aged man, accompanied by a dozen men in armor, came towards the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Who the hell is yelling at me?" Mortimer, who was fiercely fighting, cursed in anger upon hearing the shout, but after turning around, his expression slightly contracted: "Ah, Nelson , is it you?"

"Hmph, what are you two brothers doing here? Are you causing trouble and fighting?" The middle-aged man in front, named Nelson Young, was the captain of the Young House countryside guards, with a strength that had reached the Advanced Peak.

"No, really, there's no such thing!" Mortimer, well aware of Nelson's temperament, immediately clarified.

"Really, there's no trouble?" Nelson glanced skeptically at Mortimer, then turned to Tiffany and asked: "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Upon hearing this shout, the crowd completely stopped their actions, and Tiffany, glaring at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, gritted her teeth and said: "It was him, he claimed I broke a family heirloom of his and then falsely accused me, demanding I pay him compensation!"

"Is this true?" Nelson glanced at Tiffany and then questioned the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Young, please, I beg of you to decide for me! This is indeed a family heirloom of mine, and this girl not only broke it but also beat me to this state. You must seek justice for me!" The middle-aged man, while speaking, also held up a cracked jade pendant, sobbing pitifully.

"Really?" Nelson slightly furrowed his brows.

"Yes, I can vouch for this brother here!"

"Right, right, I can also vouch for this brother here!"

As soon as Nelson spoke, immediately three or four people stepped forward to testify in unison. While the surrounding crowd did not shout out, all nodded in agreement.

"Stop, don't you dare stand there and spit blood!" Mortimer, seeing a group of people shouting like that, felt extremely uncomfortable and immediately glared and shouted loudly.

"Enough, everyone shut up!" Seeing people about to argue again, Nelson immediately shouted, silencing the atmosphere around.

Seeing this, Nelson continued: "Alright, from what I see, there's no big problem here. If you break something, you pay for it; if you injure someone, you compensate for the medical expenses. Tiffany, if you've indeed damaged someone's property, then pay them back, and for the injury, you all can negotiate amongst yourselves! Do I solve this issue fairly?"

"Exactly, exactly, Mr.Nelson is truly wise and just, we are completely convinced!"

As soon as Nelson finished speaking, people immediately echoed in support, while the middle-aged man continuously nodded in agreement.

"Damn it, Nelson, how can I accept this resolution? It's clear they started the trouble first, why should my sister have to pay?" Mortimer, being hot-headed, immediately jumped out in protest upon hearing Nelson's decision.

Tiffany had clenched her fists, her eyes turning cold. Had this incident occurred outside the village, she would have surely beaten those people without having to endure the indignation she felt now.

"Hmph, do you have any objections?" Nelson's gaze turned displeased.

"Yes, I truly do object!" Even though Mortimer knew escalating the situation would not end well, he firmly nodded in response.

At that moment, another voice suddenly rang out: "I object as well!"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but turn around, and Tiffany's eyes briefly lit up, though she quickly hid her reaction.

"Who are you?" Nelson couldn't help but frown and ask.

The one who spoke up was none other than Claude. At this moment, Claude had walked up to the middle-aged man holding the jade pendant, smirked, and said: "Older brother, I heard that this jade pendant of yours is a family heirloom, right? May I take a look at it?"

Seeing the smile on Claude's face, the middle-aged man felt something was off and involuntarily stepped back a few steps.

After retreating about three or four steps, he suddenly remembered: "Ah, damn it, am I not a Mid-Level hunter? What am I afraid of?"

"Kid, what do you want to do?" Seeing Claude smiling at him, the man finally shouted in anger.

"Ah, what do I want to do? Do I want to do anything? I just want to check if your jade pendant is real or fake!" After checking the man's information and seeing he was only at Mid-Level tier one, Claude's smile grew even more confident.

"This jade pendant of mine is a family treasure, how can you say it's fake? And what does this have to do with you?" The middle-aged man looked at Claude warily.

"Of course, it's related! You say this jade pendant is a family treasure, so why did it easily break like that? And just now, weren't you lying on the ground without any strength? How come you're now standing in front of me so boldly? Could it be, from beginning to end, you've been pretending?" Claude's rapid-fire questioning left the middle-aged man speechless, silencing the surrounding crowd.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Claude naturally didn't miss the opportunity to press further.

"Ah, that's not right!" It was only at this moment that the middle-aged man managed to react, hurriedly coughing: "Cough, cough, cough, I'm really injured... very badly injured, everyone must believe me!"

Claude: "..."

The surrounding crowd: "..."

"Damn it, you dare to deceive me! Guards, capture that scoundrel, take him to the dungeon for me!" Nelson was extremely angry, immediately shouting out, though inwardly cursing: "How could you act like that and expect to get away with it?"

"Ah, my lord, please listen to my explanation, please listen to me!" Seeing the guards approaching, the middle-aged man couldn't help but panic and cry out.

Nelson blinked several times, then sternly said: "Explain what? Just follow me already!"

Seeing this wink, the middle-aged man finally became obedient and stopped resisting.

"Ah, just like that, it's settled?" Claude couldn't believe his eyes as he saw the middle-aged man being taken away by the guards, and the crowd dispersing.

"Brother-in-law, what are you standing there for? Let's go home!" Mortimer saw Claude standing there dazed and came over to pat his shoulder.

Tiffany also glanced at Claude, then quickly turned away and left. As she left, no one noticed a fleeting, complex look in her eyes.

"System, why isn't the mission completed yet?" Claude was truly confused, as the system had yet to announce the completion of the mission.

"Master, because the mission's process has not yet concluded, the mission remains incomplete. Please continue with the mission!" At this moment, Rosalie lazily stretched out, lying sideways on the Metal Book and responded.

Seeing this scene, Claude was a bit lost in thought, because Rosalie was now only covered in a layer of thin, transparent silk, which made everything underneath clearly visible upon closer inspection.

"Cough, Rosalie, then what should I do to complete this mission?" Claude tried to regain his composure, not wanting to stare too much at Rosalie, but as a young man, such a temptation was really hard to resist.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Master, Rosalie only has the responsibility to announce missions and assist when the master faces danger. In the current situation, Rosalie cannot offer any help! Rosalie is a bit tired today, I'll go to sleep first, bye-bye!" Rosalie yawned, covered her mouth with her hand, and then her image along with the Metal Book disappeared from Claude's mind.

"Ah, I haven't had a good look yet!" Claude couldn't help but mutter to himself, then shook his head continuously: "Claude, since when have you become so indecent, truly shameful, truly shameful!"

While Claude was still lost in thoughts about Rosalie's image, Mortimer and his brother entered a narrow alley. This alley was the only path to their small house, narrow and without any shops on either side. Since it was quite far from the village center, not many people passed by. Just as the three of them reached the middle of the alley, a group of armed men jumped out from the outside, surrounding them.

"Ah, who are you?" Mortimer, quick in action, immediately shielded Tiffany behind him and shouted out loud.

Claude, standing behind, quickly realized that these men were among the crowd that had been agitated earlier. At this moment, a man in silver armor, holding a large axe, and carrying a round shield on his back, stepped forward, eyeing Tiffany appreciatively: "This one doesn't look too bad!"

Having said that, he then pointed at Mortimer and Claude, saying: "You, you, both of you scram, this girl is mine today, if you're still here, don't blame me for not showing mercy!"

"Exactly, exactly, scram quickly, our boss has taken a fancy to this little whore today! Get lost quickly!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his underlings behind him started to laugh loudly, spewing incredibly filthy words from their mouths.

"Damn it, who dares to try me! Do you believe I will beat each one of you to death?" Hearing these insults, Mortimer exploded in anger, roaring loudly, then releasing his aura.

And Tiffany had already positioned her twin short swords in her hands, lowering her stance to prepare for an attack. If the group in front of her dared to advance, she was ready to clean them up.

Seeing Mortimer and his sister showing no fear and even taking a threatening stance, the group was slightly taken aback. However, the leader in silver armor, who had some strength, was only slightly startled before shouting loudly: "Damn it, it's just a mid-level warrior and a mid-level swordswoman, what are you afraid of, charge at them together! Capture that girl, tonight I’ll have my fun, and then reward you all, charge!"

"Right, boss!" Hearing this reminder, the underlings, as if stimulated, increased their momentum, baring their teeth in a vicious smile, then charged crazily.