Summoned with an SSS-Rank Portal Skill

The arrow hitting William and his body falling into the ground made a hell of a noise. Rebo, who was sleeping on his bed, woke up the moment that happened.

William yelled, "Be careful with the balcony; someone shot an arrow. If you can, close it!"

Rebo moved away from the bed, and he stuck to the walls, trying to get some cover. No more arrows came shooting through the balcony, so he believed it was safe. However, it was better to be safe and act as if there would be more attacks.

He pulled William away from the balcony, and then he closed it.

"Are you okay?" Rebo asked.

William had an arrow on his chest. It wasn't fatal at all, but he could sense there was something more to that attack. The tip of the arrow had poison.

"I'll be okay," William said as he slowly got up, "but who attacked us? Did the manager send someone?"

The coincidence was just too much. William had recently met the manager inside his house, and an attack happened on the same night.

"We can deal with that later," Rebo said, "the priority is to make sure you're going to survive."

Rebo was scared that William would die, but that wouldn't happen. His healing capabilities were working to expel the poison from his body.

The first thing he did was pull the arrow from his chest. William broke it and then asked for Rebo to pull it. The young man was reluctant to remove the arrow, but he did anyway.

William didn't even flinch. He was used to feel pain, so that was nothing to him. Now that the arrow was not in his body anymore, the healing process could start for good.

His healing factor wasn't as significant as before after he almost died. It was as if his healing hadn't entirely recovered after that incident. Still, William believed he would survive the attack.

"Should we go see a doctor?" Rebo asked.

"No need for that. I'll be in more danger outside, so I should stay here and heal," William said, "they probably don't know you are here, so you're safe."

Someone tried to kill him, someone that he had no idea who it was. But they knew him. Stepping outside to see a doctor would only exacerbate the situation.

"But are you sure you can heal from this? I mean, if it is poisonous, then you need the antidote," Rebo said.

Rebo had a point, but that only worked for normal people. Still, William wasn't sure his healing would work this time.

"I'll wait and see how I feel, and then if I really need something, then you can help me," he said.

William didn't want to pull Rebo into that mess. The unknown attacker managed to hit him from a great distance with such skill. Rebo wouldn't stand a chance if they tried to kill him, too.

"Alright," Rebo agreed.

There was nothing else they could do at that moment, only wait. William pushed the bed to another part of the room just in case. Then, he laid on it to rest.

Rebo did not feel like sleeping again after everything that happened. William did. He woke up a few hours later with the noises.

"At least you woke up again," Rebo said, "how do you feel?"

William tried to move and get out of bed. His body hurt like hell. Not because of the wound caused by the arrow, that wound was already closed, but because of the poison inside his body.

He couldn't possibly know what type of poison it was, so it was all a gamble.

"Not that great, but better than I expected," William said, "look, the wound is closed."

"What? Really?" Rebo said, shocked by it.

Rebo remembered how they found William heavily injured and how he recovered pretty fast.

"You are really hard to kill, master."

William chuckled. "I am. Now go get me some food. I won't be leaving this room for a few days."

"Understood, master."

The best thing for him to do was lay low and wait for a few days while his body tried to recover.

That was William's plan. They didn't have any clues about Geneva to follow, so staying a few days in that tavern wasn't slowing them down that much.

Rebo returned with things for William to eat. He ate and then returned to his bed. He didn't want to waste his energy with anything else but healing. The poison couldn't take him. He wouldn't let it.

"I won't perish to a fucking poison," William thought as he closed his fist in anger.

Just like that, two days passed. During this time, it was up to Rebo to obtain food for William and assist him with anything he needed.

William felt much better. He was standing up without feeling any pain. The pain only came if he tried to move quickly, like during a fight or something, but still, the pain was more than bearable.

That was a good sign. Apparently, the poison was neutralized by William's healing factor. The shooter didn't think that would be possible; William was sure of it.

He looked like a feeble man with only one arm. How could someone like that survive a poisonous arrow to the chest?

"What do we do now?" Rebo asked, "Should we go speak with the manager to see if he was the one who sent an assassin to get you, or should we just leave the city?"

The manager was the first suspect that William could think of, but for some reason, he didn't know it was him.

That night, after their conversation ended, William saw the fear in the manager's eyes but, at the same time, a sense of relief. He was relieved that he had finally told someone about Geneva.

His gut was telling him that there was something else to that situation. Someone else tried to kill him.

"Let's leave the city, but through the front gate, so that people know we are leaving," William said, "the attacker will know I am alive, and it will try to come for me again. That's when we will get the information we need."

That was his plan. For that to work, William and Rebo had to part ways.

"Sorry, but what I mean is that I'll leave the city. You'll stay here and be safe. If the attacker sees me with you, then you'll also become a target."

Rebo nodded. He could see where William's logic was going. It made sense. The best thing they could do was part ways.

So, William left the tavern alone. He walked through the city, using the most crowded streets to make sure no one would try to attack him. It was day, so William knew he would be safe.

He also used the front gate. If the person trying to kill him had contacts, then it would know that he left the city. That was what he was hoping for.

After leaving, William followed one of the many roads leading to the capital and chose a smaller city to visit. Although he didn't know where he was going, he didn't have a map, but there were signs along the way that helped him.

The mysterious killer wouldn't attack him in bright daylight, and it wouldn't attack him in a secure place, either. The only reason it struck William that night was because he was stupid enough to go to the balcony.

If he stayed inside his room, only leaving during the day, he would be safe inside the capital. He didn't want to be safe.

What he wanted was to give the killer another chance of attacking him, as that meant he would find a way to get his answers.

"Considering we don't have any clue about Geneva, this is the only thing we have, so I need to get this mysterious killer and interrogate it!" William thought.

The stone road wasn't empty. Merchants and travelers often used it. William walked and looked at the many farmhouses near the road. They looked beautiful and peaceful.

One day, he wanted that kind of peaceful life. He may achieve it, who knows.

William followed the signs and reached a smaller town called Memphis. It didn't have decent security; William could tell just by looking at the sleeping guards at the main gate and the wooden walls around the city.

He also didn't feel any magical formation active. Once inside the city, William also checked the security inside. He had to be sure the mysterious killer would try to attack him inside that city.

The number of guards inside the city was almost non-existent. William walked through the entire town and saw only three guards. That city was a joke.

It was also in the middle of the forest, so there were plenty of places for a killer to hide.

William was sure the mysterious killer would follow him there. Now, all he had to do was wait, and be ready for when the killer arrived.