Being a secretive person had many perks. People underestimated you in combat because they assumed you were just a normal civilian, you could get away with a lot of things and you blended into crowds a lot easier than other people.
It was why Jian had never once complained about having to keep such a low notoriety level as an assassin. Outside of certain circles, the name "Yanyuan" meant absolutely nothing, and that was the way he liked it to stay.
It meant that he wasn't going to be bothered by cops unless they were trying to hire him do some legitimate work.
Plus, having had the blood of princes on his hands, it would have spelled his death if the public ever found out about his true name. He could be executed for treason in three different countries as of right now.
However, as good as it was, there was no shortage of issues when it came to this as well. There was nothing in this world that didn't come with drawbacks, even if they were relatively minor compared to the boons given by said decision. The major one that he was thinking about right now was the fact that, when training, you always had to be careful where you trained.
Having spent a few days perfecting a new flammable weapon, naming it after a mythical volcano from his homeland of Kou, he wanted to perfect its use as well as train with the throwing knives that he had picked up recently to make sure that he truly knew how to wield them properly. After the horse incident, he had to be careful how he acted in terms of throwing knives.
Speaking of the horse incident, that was partly why he was so unhappy about having to come all the way out here to avoid getting any attention in his experiments. He was no longer unable to move, but he was walking with a pronounced limp and his acrobatism had certainly decreased since his fall.
Honestly, he should probably have been glad to be able to walk at all. Medical bills were incredibly expensive, and as he was Kouenese there were plenty of people who refused to heal him simply because of his ethnicity.
Working with the military had earned him free medical cover, but it wasn't just going to heal immediately without a life mage, something that was incredibly rare in this country.
Stepping out onto the field that locals called "the Wrekage" Jian smiled at his surroundings. This place was sort of like a graveyard; it had an unignorable sense of death and loss. Whatever had once been here was now completely destroyed, and the metal shrapnel of those great machines provided perfect cover.
This area would be perfect - the only issue he could think of was that this place was so far away from civilization. There were a few scrap-hunters, but they were almost certainly NOT going to be useful.
If something went wrong he was hours away from a doctor and riding his horse was difficult enough as it was. He didn't wanna have to do it wounded as well.
500/500 Tufu Trained.
025/500 Liuxingyu
It was why Jian had never once complained about having to keep such a low notoriety level as an assassin. Outside of certain circles, the name "Yanyuan" meant absolutely nothing, and that was the way he liked it to stay.
It meant that he wasn't going to be bothered by cops unless they were trying to hire him do some legitimate work.
Plus, having had the blood of princes on his hands, it would have spelled his death if the public ever found out about his true name. He could be executed for treason in three different countries as of right now.
However, as good as it was, there was no shortage of issues when it came to this as well. There was nothing in this world that didn't come with drawbacks, even if they were relatively minor compared to the boons given by said decision. The major one that he was thinking about right now was the fact that, when training, you always had to be careful where you trained.
Having spent a few days perfecting a new flammable weapon, naming it after a mythical volcano from his homeland of Kou, he wanted to perfect its use as well as train with the throwing knives that he had picked up recently to make sure that he truly knew how to wield them properly. After the horse incident, he had to be careful how he acted in terms of throwing knives.
Speaking of the horse incident, that was partly why he was so unhappy about having to come all the way out here to avoid getting any attention in his experiments. He was no longer unable to move, but he was walking with a pronounced limp and his acrobatism had certainly decreased since his fall.
Honestly, he should probably have been glad to be able to walk at all. Medical bills were incredibly expensive, and as he was Kouenese there were plenty of people who refused to heal him simply because of his ethnicity.
Working with the military had earned him free medical cover, but it wasn't just going to heal immediately without a life mage, something that was incredibly rare in this country.
Stepping out onto the field that locals called "the Wrekage" Jian smiled at his surroundings. This place was sort of like a graveyard; it had an unignorable sense of death and loss. Whatever had once been here was now completely destroyed, and the metal shrapnel of those great machines provided perfect cover.
This area would be perfect - the only issue he could think of was that this place was so far away from civilization. There were a few scrap-hunters, but they were almost certainly NOT going to be useful.
If something went wrong he was hours away from a doctor and riding his horse was difficult enough as it was. He didn't wanna have to do it wounded as well.
500/500 Tufu Trained.
025/500 Liuxingyu