My Passive Skills Are Invincible
Chapter 162

Old John's body trembled as he looked at Mike with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He believed that the human adventurer in front of him was not joking at all.

If he refused to reveal the information he knew, the man in front of him would definitely send it to God without hesitation.

His strong desire to survive made him speak involuntarily.

“I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know. Please don't hurt me!”

Mike nodded in satisfaction, gesturing for Old John to answer his question.

Old John took a deep breath and said with a dim look,

“Actually, I am just an ordinary shop owner, and my life is pretty good.

“My wife got sick last month, and I ran out of ways to treat her..”.

He stopped talking at this moment.

There's no other reason. That was because the tip of the umbrella that was attached to his neck was slightly pushed forward.

A drop of blood slid down from the wound in his throat.

Mike said coldly,

“Sorry, I'm not interested in these things. Answer my questions directly.”

Looking at Mike's cold eyes, Old John's throat was a bit dry. His Adam's apple moved slightly as a mouthful of saliva was swallowed. Then, he gave a few short answers.

“We're from Shadow Brotherhood.

“The higher-ups asked us to kill this elven woman.

“I also don't know who our higher-ups are. I only know his name is Dark Night.”

This time, Mike did not give a direct response. He tried hard to search through his memories to see if there were similar keywords.

Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, he still could not think of any information related to Dark Night or Shadow Brotherhood.

Obviously, this organization is very hidden.

From the way they did things, it could be seen that aside from their target, they would also kill any witnesses or obstructions.

To confirm this, Mike continued to ask, asking,

“What do you mean by the rules mentioned by the previous Dwarf killer?”

Old John did not dare to hesitate and immediately replied, “We will try our best to kill in a quiet place, but if there are people nearby, we will kill them altogether.”

Mike nodded. It makes sense.

Old John wanted to release the small tree spirit stone for emotional reasons, but this was against the rules of the organization. That was why the Dwarf assassin said that.

Mike asked one last question.

“Where is your organization's operating base?”

“No base of operation. I was only told about each operation.”

Mike frowned slightly as this information was very vague.

The answer given by Od John does not mean that the organization has no base of operations.

Instead, his answer led Mike to think that the organization had a base of operations, but the requirements to enter the base of operations were very strict.

Old John was supposed to join the organization for a month, but he still hadn't been to the base of operations.

In other words, it was very difficult for Mike to sneak into the organization.

He had no choice but to give up the idea.

“Alright, you can come back.”

After saying this, Mike turned around and left.

Old John was a little confused. He never thought that this man would actually be willing to let her go.

He was even mentally prepared to be killed. He answered all these questions just hoping for some luck.

But, a miracle happened.

Tears flowed from the corner of Old John's eyes.

He still has his life, his family, and his children.

It's great that he survived.

However, a female voice suddenly appeared.

Lilia could not understand Mike's actions at all and strongly objected.

Mike turned around and looked at Lilia. He asked calmly, though,

“Who is in charge here?”

Lilia was a little surprised. Then, he gritted his teeth and said helplessly,

“You are in charge!”

“Well once.” Mike nodded and continued to ask, “Is he moving?”

Lilia was stunned again. After a moment of silence, he replied, “He did not move.”

“Well once.” Mike asked again, “Do you think he's a bad guy?”

This time, Lilia was completely stunned.

He turned his head to look at the long-bearded Dwarf whose tears were streaming down his face.

From what she had heard earlier, Lilia knew that this Dwarf was a passionate tavern owner.

Now, however, Lilia could perfectly combine that image with the Dwarf in front of her.

At this moment, Lilia realized that this seemed to be acceptable.

The dwarf in front of him was only a helpless and pitiful person.

Old John looked at Lilia in pain. He hoped that Lilia would let him go.

If not for life, if not for treating his wife's illness, why would he join such an organization?

Everything is just destiny toying with people.

After a long time, Lilia sighed and turned around as well. With his back facing old John, he said softly, saying,

“You can go. Don't let me see you again.”

Hearing this, tears welled up in Old John's eyes.

He knelt on the ground, lowered his head deeply, and said in a choked voice,

“Thank you very much.”

Then, he glanced at the small tree spirit beside Mike, but in the end, he did not say anything. He turned around and left step by step.

He felt he had no face to invite the little tree spirit to his tavern.

A gust of wind blew past him, and Old John's back looked somewhat desolate.

As he walked, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Good shop owner, next time you still need to buy me a drink!”

The small tree spirit stone happily waved his hand on Mike's shoulder.

Old John's shoulders trembled slightly, and his footsteps stopped.

He never thought that the spirit of a small tree would forgive him and was even willing to visit his shop.

Old John couldn't remember how many times he cried today, and the tears flowed again, uncontrollably.

“Let's go,” said Mike gently, then continued walking towards Malt City.

The spirit of the small tree leaped onto Mike's shoulder happily, and Lilia, who was next to him, also followed.

Only Old John remained standing in his place, and tears kept streaming down his face.

He hopes to be a good person again in the future. If he could…

…

Malt city.

A city of gold.

Gold does not refer to the buildings in a city, but the land around a city.

Since this was the town of winemakers, wheat was grown everywhere. Every time the wind blew, the wheat fields here would trigger a wave of wheat and look very soothing.

However, in a certain building in such a city, there were people involved in a tense meeting.

“Did you hear? The sect members in the Furnace City were all killed.

“These people all died at the hands of the same person.

“God Killer!”