102: Black snake venom, hemostasis!

At the courtyard entrance.

Beruke and the others’ gazes collectively focused on the mask worn by the newcomer.

The mask was pure white at its base.

And in the places of the eyes and mouth, a diamond, a crescent moon, and a dark cloud pattern were etched.

Beruke and the others were stunned because the patterns etched on the mask were the simple identifiers of their Thieves' Guild.

The diamond represented wealth, symbolizing that all their actions were for profit.

The crescent moon represented the night, symbolizing that all their actions must be carried out in secret, not exposed to the light.

As for the dark cloud, it represented concealment.

Because whether it was the sun or the moon, once covered by dark clouds, they would lose their light.

At the same time, the dark cloud placed at the corner of the mouth also symbolized a mask, meaning not to let others see one’s face.

“Who are you?”

At this moment, Beruke also spoke, asking the same question.

Shifting his gaze, on the other side.

Inside the restaurant private room, Ron, wearing a helmet and controlling the puppet.

Hearing the question now, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards, and with a slight thought in his mind, Mental Energy signals were transmitted to the puppet.

Almost simultaneously, the puppet’s mouth emitted a mechanical voice, devoid of fluctuation or emotion.

“Just now, those two also asked me the same question.”

“However, they were not as polite as you all, and even a bit too agitated.”

“So, out of necessity, I could only make them quiet for a while…”

As soon as these words were spoken, Beruke and the others caught sight from the corners of their eyes.

They also noticed two people slumped on the ground on either side of the door, as if they were asleep.

Seeing this, Beruke couldn't help but give a knowing look.

Two Apprentice Knights understood and immediately stepped forward to bring the two back.

After a brief check, seeing that the two were only unconscious, they nodded to Beruke.

“This… friend, who exactly are you?”

Beruke’s eyes flashed as he said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, Pitt and the others also circled behind [Ron].

They closed the door, blocking Ron’s retreat and sandwiching him from front and back.

Seeing this, Ron chuckled, still not answering.

He merely stepped forward nonchalantly, completely disregarding Pitt and the others’ encirclement.

Looking at Ron’s brazen demeanor, Beruke’s gaze involuntarily turned cold.

“I’ll ask one last time, who exactly are you?”

As Beruke questioned, Pitt and the others silently drew their weapons and aimed them at Ron.

At this moment, Ron looked around and then leisurely spoke.

“I’m one of us.”

“One of us?”

Beruke snorted, not believing him in the slightest.

Although the mask on Ron’s face had the Thieves' Guild’s emblem drawn on it.

However, the headquarters in Windwhisper Plains had fully entrusted him with the task of establishing a branch in Kula City this time.

And besides the twenty people he brought, it was impossible for more people to be sent for support in the short term.

Moreover, after arriving in Kula City, their temporary lodging in the Commoner District was just an impromptu decision.

After settling down, they neither contacted outsiders nor reported this news.

Therefore, how did this masked person know they were here?

“Heh heh, what ‘one of us’?”

“You’ve been hiding your identity, unwilling to show your true face.”

“We don’t even know who you are or what you look like, how could we possibly recognize you as a companion?”

Beruke said coldly, the tension between the two sides escalating.

However, Ron continued to act nonchalant.

As if provoking them, he spoke with a playful laugh.

“Oh? But aren’t we members of the Thieves' Guild just thieves and pickpockets who can’t show their faces?”

“So, isn’t it just right that I’m wearing a mask? What’s the problem with that?”

At this moment, Ron tilted his head, looking at everyone present.

Beruke’s eye twitched involuntarily; even though he couldn’t see Ron’s expression now.

He could still sense the sarcastic and ugly face beneath the mask.

Thus, he could no longer suppress the irritation in his heart and waved his hand towards Pitt and the others.

“Take him down!”

Upon receiving the order, Pitt and the others immediately attacked.

Pitt, who was leading, was a Just Knight, as fast as lightning.

His weapons were two slender daggers.

In the blink of an eye, without even giving anyone time to react, the short daggers in his hands were already at Ron’s neck.

The others also held their weapons, surrounding Ron completely.

“Let me see, who exactly are you?”

Pitt said, while using his other hand to try and pull off Ron’s mask.

However, Ron, who was like a turtle in a jar at this moment, spoke faintly.

“I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise…”

Pitt sneered, completely disregarding Ron’s words.

However, just as his finger touched the mask.

Ron’s latter half of the sentence slowly came out.

“…Otherwise, I’m afraid these hands of yours will be useless.”

Pfft!

In an instant, several steel needles shot out from Ron’s cheeks and shoulders, from the inside out.

They pierced through the mask and shoulder armor, embedding themselves into Pitt’s hands.

“What?!”

Pitt’s face changed drastically, his hands feeling as if stung by a poisonous scorpion, a wave of intense pain sweeping over him.

The daggers in his hands instantly dropped to the ground, and Pitt staggered back two steps.

He had been caught off guard and had no time to react.

And most importantly, he had never imagined that someone’s face could shoot out poisoned needles?

“This, this is…”

Pitt’s expression was very grim, staring intently at his rapidly blackening hands.

“This is Black Serpent venom, enough to kill an Armed Knight.”

Ron turned his head and said with a smile to Pitt.

“Within ten seconds, if you don’t sever your hands, the venom will travel through your blood vessels and enter your heart.”

“By then, even if a priest from the Temple of Genesis comes, it will be very difficult to save you…”

Upon hearing this, Pitt’s expression immediately twisted, looking at Ron with a frantic gaze.

“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I haven’t developed an antidote for this snake venom—”

“Oh dear, is there only five seconds left? If you don’t act now, it’ll be too late.”

Ron continued to say with a grin, and in despair, Pitt could only grit his teeth.

He held the daggers in reverse, forming a crossed posture, intending to sever his own hands.

However, just as he was about to act, Beruke and another person both reacted.

Clang!

Beruke reached out, his five fingers surrounded by battle qi, forming gloves like a gauze garment, and grabbed the two daggers.

At the same time, the other person quickly chanted a spell, while carving magic patterns in his hand, and two streams of light shot out, entering Pitt’s palms.

Blood-Stopping Spell.

This person was Clay, the only official mage among this group of thieves.