The escape!

Azrael didn't want to stay there for another minute.

He took a moment to gather himself. Heaving heavy breaths as he watched the lifeless body of Darryl.

He could visit Bertrem and demand answers but with his power level right now, she could kill him with ease, and that too at this hour of the night.

'Fuck! Was the world always like this?'

After resting for some more minutes, he got up and washed himself quickly. He watched as all the blood smeared on his body leaked to the sink.

His hunting attire was bloody. He needs to wash it separately but not now.

He was sure people were on their way to investigate the sound and if he get caught murdering someone, then forget about his revenge, he won't even get to see the lights ever again in his life.

Escaping was the only ideal thinking.

He quickly packed his stuff into the package Darryl gave him. He even searched for any valuables on the corpse and found a few copper coins and an amulet. The amulet can fetch some price if he sells it to the right person. He shoved those things inside the bag and took the longsword and the knife with him.

Well, there is no need for a corpse anyway.

This will be reported as murder for valuables and he fucking doesn't care.

There was no way they were going to find him anyway.

He could hear the rustling and shuffling sound of feet on the other side, if he was to escape he have to make it now.

He looked out of the window, it was a four-storey jump to the stone pavement which means instant death- if not death then he could end up with severe injuries or worse paralysis.

He desperately searched for anything to grab onto and he found the drain pipe connecting the floors and rooms.

It didn't look strong but he was ready to take the chance there rather than jumping to the stone floor.

He took his bag and readied himself to grab on the pipe.

He took a final look at the bloody mess he has created.

'First day in town and this is the result.'

The old Azrael at this age would've died on the first strike from the sword, and if he were to choose this path that time, he would've died without doing anything at all.

He slung the bag on his back, tightly knotting the ends together near his stomach.

It was firm and it won't untie while climbing down.

And without further ado, he reached out and grabbed the length of the pipe.

It was slippery but he managed to hold on to it.

With great effort, he pulled himself downwards until he felt the pipe getting stronger beneath his grip. It seemed sturdy enough.

If he fell here, he might break his bones. But still better than falling off the building.

Slowly, he began to climb down the pipe.

For every meter downward he moved, the pipe became sturdier under his hands.

He could hear yelping and shouting from his room.

The people had found the body.

Soon he was able to move with ease, gliding along the pipes effortlessly.

When he was on the second storey somebody shouted from his window.

"Here!" The man shouted. "He's down here. Somebody come here and grab him!"

Then there was a series of yelping and surprises.

He didn't look up as it would give away his face. He doesn't want that kind of mess behind him.

"Murderer!" another voice echoed through the room.

If he were to climb down from the pipe like he was doing, they will for surely catch him by the time he reach the bottom.

So he jumped, an idealistic and realistic approach.

The ground was not so merciful as the sand back in the hospital, it was cruel.

Jolts of pain cruised through his feet, up to his torso as the excruciating pain evaded his nerves.

He swallowed down the pain and limped to the darkness behind the tavern.

The interconnected alleys can be his friend.

The dark labyrinth can mask his trail on this night. He can hide somewhere in the waste bins or on top of the roofs of buildings. He can return to his hiding pockets tomorrow morning after having a good rest.

So he began his lone walk.

From the dark he could see patrol officers running to the tavern.

Then he heard the whistle.

'For fucks sake!' He cursed internally as he forgot to take at least a health herb with him.

He would have to limp all the way back to the boulder on his condition with a bag on his back.

Leaving it here and coming back to get it was out of option and only fools would do that.

And walking- limping on the alleys was another foolish mistake, only gullible and idiots would do that.

So he found the better option- a rooftop.

He climbed up the wall of the house beside the tavern.

As soon as he made it to the rooftop, he sat down heavily. His legs hurt badly.

He could clearly see the tavern from here. If someone was to watch here from the tavern, they could see him in the morning but not now. Now was his time to take a rest.

He could return back early in the morning before the roosters wake everyone up.

He leaned against the wall, trying to stretch his limbs.

He tried to relax and let the pain subside.

He could hear the two patrolling officers running through the way he came.

And then the weariness took him and he found himself sleeping.

In the middle of the night, he woke up due to the sudden noise from the tavern.

He thought it must be some drunkards but scrutinizing through the ledge of the rooftop, he could see a horse cart drawn out on the road.

And then four people came out from the tavern, carrying what seem like a man.

It was Darryl. They were transferring his corpse in the middle of the night.

People watched it with amusement and terror.

Monster! Demon!

He could hear people talking to each other.

'A monster, huh? You people, cheered for me when I defeated the Elder Dragon. You called me fuckin' hero! Look at that, I can't even defend myself and you're calling me a fucking devil! I wouldn't have run away from there if I didn't know you scumbags.'

Rage filled his eyes, as his breathing quickened.

A strange mixture of liquid and dust, silver in color danced around his body, making his form glittering.

'I'll show you what a real Devil looks like!'