Scratching his head in some confusion, Young Man also couldn't quite figure it out. It seemed that this guy had no real grudge against the other party, and even if there was some enmity, the Raymond Knight, who prided themselves on being righteous paladins, would never take a life so lightly. Although Young Man wasn't particularly fond of this fact, he had to admit it. So why did the Raymond Knight act so ruthlessly, even going so far as to use a cycad-wood arrow? He truly couldn't understand the reason behind it. Maybe it was better not to know—if he really understood, it would be hard to say whether he could continue living peacefully in this world. On this point, Young Man was very clear.

Not wanting to dwell on it further, Young Man pushed aside these irrelevant and boring matters. His attention and interest quickly returned to the strange corpse before him, whose identity and background were unknown. His hands began to skillfully search the body, and soon a look of satisfaction appeared on Young Man's face. From the right side of the chest, he pulled out a crystal about the size of a small round mirror. It was a piece of carefully polished jade crystal, with a deep green ring that shimmered with halos in the sunlight, appearing unusually enchanting and mesmerizing. Young Man could clearly feel the magical energy carried by this strange crystal. This was no ordinary magic crystal; it must have contained some peculiar magical element. But as for what exactly it was, Young Man, who was not yet very proficient in magic, could not tell. Still, he knew this was a valuable treasure.

Without hesitation, he slipped the crystal into his own pocket, and his hands continued to roam over the corpse. The corners of his mouth curled into another satisfied smile as he drew a slender, elegant miniature crossbow bolt from the slightly bulging waist of the corpse. This was a finely crafted standard boxed set of crossbow bolts. The crossbow case was a slender rectangle, its edges smooth and delicate, clearly the result of meticulous workmanship. Two sets of spells, inscribed in silver runic script, were engraved on either side of the case, dignified and ancient. At the rear was a hidden compartment; with a gentle press of the finger, the secret box popped open, revealing nine fire-gold arrows lying quietly inside. Together with the three arrows already loaded, there were exactly twelve—a full dozen—each one a soul-reaping token bought with blood.

He drew in a sharp breath. If Young Man had been unsure of the value of that crystal just now, then the exquisite crossbow bolts before him truly shocked him, even though he considered himself fairly knowledgeable from his travels across the continent, despite not having achieved much academically.

This was no ordinary set of crossbow bolts. Judging by the exquisite craftsmanship alone, Young Man could be certain that only a master dwarven smith from the distant western frontiers or a grandmaster elven craftsman from the faraway forests could have achieved such extraordinary artistry and design. Humans could never create a weapon that so perfectly blended art and utility. The dark, magic-powered spring, emitting a faint black glow, was clearly forged from some rare magical metal. Just a touch of his finger let him feel the wild surging of magical elements within. He simply couldn't guess what kind of rare magical metal it was. The ancient-looking crossbow case was made from sand-sunken wood, the best material for preserving magical elements. The arrow shafts gleamed with a golden luster, as if fire spirits were dancing upon them—this was sunwood, an organic fusion of fire and wood elements, one of the best materials for making arrow shafts. And the arrowheads were actually forged from fire-gold, worth a fortune. This would greatly enhance the power of fire magic, but the sheer cost of the fire-gold alone would be enough to bankrupt an ordinary family.

At this moment, Young Man felt a chill of fear. The owner of such a deadly weapon had been abandoned in the wilderness, and the killer was none other than the famed The Raymond Order's Raymond Knight. What on earth was going on? Unable to help himself, he stood up and looked around, afraid that someone might witness this scene—especially if those Raymond Knight found out he had seen and heard all this. They would surely not let him live.

A cold shiver ran through his heart. Young Man realized that staying here at this time and place was truly unwise. If those Raymond Knight suddenly returned to check, he might end up like this corpse, dying in the wilderness. With this thought, Young Man didn't dare linger. He quickly stuffed the crossbow bolts into his pocket, then, still unsatisfied, carefully searched the corpse's waist again. He found a dull, grayish ring and a tattered sheepskin scroll, which he hurriedly stuffed into his pocket without examining. Standing up, he silently recited an incantation, and soon the corpse on the ground turned into a wisp of smoke and slipped into the pouch he had prepared. Once everything was tidied up, Young Man carefully restored the surface of the pit to its original state. After glancing around to make sure there was nothing unusual, he quietly slipped into the forest, disappearing into the depths with the help of the dense shade.

Not long after Young Man left, countless figures flickered on the distant horizon, and the thunderous sound of iron hooves roared as the Raymond Knight returned. Middle-aged Knight led the way, heading straight for the pit. However, when the group arrived at their destination, a brief inspection revealed that something had changed. With faces as dark as water, Middle-aged Knight and Stout Knight leapt from their horses to carefully examine every part of the pit. Thanks to Young Man's excellent concealment measures, almost no traces were left behind, making Middle-aged Knight and Stout Knight even more frustrated.