The primary reason Fang Senyan drew three items was twofold: first, he coveted the key that Crowbar possessed, and second, he desired the cross that had been used to seal the vampire. (Novel Website) Although the cross appeared to be a single-use artifact… it had nonetheless achieved the intended objective. After a careful examination, the properties of the other two items were revealed:

Whetstone of the Wraiths (2 uses remaining) Origin: Purchased from the Wraith-folk of the White Mountains in the Lord of the Rings world (members of the spectral army summoned by Aragorn II). Rarity: Black Effect: The next three attacks ignore all of the opponent's defensive capabilities. Note: Defense negation includes, but is not limited to: defense derived from attributes, defense gained from armor, defense provided by abilities, and even… certain rules of the world. Note: The defense-ignoring effect takes precedence and will suppress other abilities when conflicts arise. Requirement: The Whetstone of the Wraiths can only be applied to melee weapons. Slot: Backpack Weight: 0.8 kg. Appraisal: Heir of Isildur, when will you redeem the souls (enfeunin) of us mountain folk!

Fifty Magic Sovereigns: Valuable item, usable in this world or exchangeable for 200 Universal Points.

Fang Senyan hastily reviewed these two possessions, then immediately rushed towards the far end of the dense forest, his goal, naturally, being to finish off the already near-death Mountain Troll. When he arrived, his heart sank, for the Troll had vanished. However, Fang Senyan quickly discerned from the blood spatters and tracks on the ground that the creature was painstakingly dragging itself, half-crawling, back toward its lair.

Pursuing it further, Fang Senyan discovered the once vibrant Troll was now barely clinging to life. Its eyes had been gouged out, its right ankle bone was clearly visible through the shattered joint, and the act of dragging itself back to its den caused the wounds to split open and bleed incessantly. The Troll possessed no items for staunching blood flow or healing injuries; consequently, by this time, it had nearly bled dry, let alone having any chance to recover health. Considering its stamina was only 18 points, healing a meager 9 points per minute, it would require at least ten hours to restore its vital statistics.

In truth, Crowbar’s plan for this day had been meticulously laid out; if he hadn't been absolutely certain of killing the Mountain Troll alone, how could he have possibly turned on his own allies?

Gazing upon the Troll’s weakened state, Fang Senyan finally let out a long breath. What he dreaded most was wasting time; if the unconscious Das and Greg woke up, his entire scheme would be thwarted. Therefore, Fang Senyan drew his weapon, Ambition, and aimed it squarely at the Mountain Troll’s head.

The Troll seemed to sense the imminent threat of death, turning its head ferociously, baring its teeth and roaring, but immediately its energy flagged. Fang Senyan didn't wish to prolong the inevitable; he activated the innate ability of Ambition: Song of Rum, and pulled the trigger.

As the wisps of pale smoke dispersed, Fang Senyan received the notification: "You have slain the Lesser Legendary Creature, Mountain Troll." "Regrettably, your direct accumulated damage did not exceed 10% of this creature's maximum health. Milestone: Fearless—Not Activated."

Fang Senyan had been intended as bait from the start; the damage he inflicted upon the Troll was solely this final headshot, naturally failing to meet the 1/10 damage requirement. Despite this, Fang Senyan felt no regret over missing out on the title, as he had already secured his greatest prize; reaching this point was deeply satisfying. Faint motes of light began to drift up from the Mountain Troll’s corpse, finally coalescing into a key that dropped before Fang Senyan. The gleam of the key was distinctly, faintly silver!!

Fang Senyan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his excitement, and tucked the silver key into his vest. He then hastily dragged Crowbar’s corpse over, tossed the trench coat abandoned by the vampire Edward nearby, and crucially, placed the blue key obtained from Crowbar beside the Mountain Troll’s body… After meticulously staging the scene, he returned to the spot where he had been launched by the Troll’s primal home-run, feigning unconsciousness, making sure not to forget to smear some blood across his face.

Due to the temporary contract they had previously signed, Fang Senyan was certain that Das and Greg would most likely come to this location to search for his "corpse," hoping to glean any residual benefits, thus ensuring he would not be abandoned by them. Fang Senyan waited for nearly an hour before he heard the heavy footsteps approaching in the distance. However, he did not put up any extra guard, maintaining his pretense of being unconscious. Even if these two intended him harm, they would first need to declare hostilities, allowing a ten-second buffer. Furthermore, given Fang Senyan’s current strength, any ill intentions they harbored posed no threat to him.

Das had fallen unconscious earlier, while Greg possessed higher stamina and stronger recovery; thus, the two awoke almost simultaneously. Both men were veterans of deceit and treachery. Upon seeing the brutal scene of the battlefield, coupled with Greg’s account of Crowbar’s ambush, they naturally followed their imaginations to construct the entire narrative:

Evidently, Crowbar intended to hoard all the spoils, which is why he ambushed everyone, leaving himself to face the Mountain Troll. But his calculations were flawed; the Troll likely entered a state of 'Frenzy' or 'Rampage' during its death throes, prompting Crowbar to summon his final trump card—the vampire. In the end, Crowbar was killed by the Troll, and the Troll was finally slain by the vampire, dropping a blue key, before the vampire inevitably vanished when its summoning time expired.

While cursing Crowbar, the two began an intense verbal sparring match over the ownership of the blue key, but fortunately, mutual restraint prevented any actual infighting. Fang Senyan followed them silently, performing the most arduous and unpleasant task—hauling the Mountain Troll’s massive, bloody severed head back to Hagrid for processing. As for Fang Senyan’s sleight-of-hand substitution, the other two never once considered that possibility; they only remarked on the ‘sailor’s’ incredible luck when the subject of Fang Senyan came up, marveling that he had survived the Troll’s furious sweeping attack.

Upon returning to the camp, despite being utterly exhausted, all three feared any delay, so they hastily bathed in the lake, changed out of their filth-caked clothes, and urged Fang Senyan to help carry the Troll’s head to Hagrid to finalize the matter.

Although Hagrid was broad and tall, the cottage where he resided appeared quite miniature from a distance. Its walls were built of Alpine granite, with large, evenly sized stones that lent a heavy, sturdy appearance. This square little house was topped with a steeply pitched roof built from larch planks, deliberately painted green, possessing a distinct fairy-tale charm.

Behind the house was a diamond-shaped chimney, resembling the cute nose of a mischievous girl, from which thin plumes of smoke curled—indicating Hagrid hadn't left yet and was likely preparing his breakfast. The three men rushed here and hammered on Hagrid’s sturdy oak door with such force that dust rained down from the cracks. Soon, Hagrid appeared, clad in a squirrel-skin coat over sleep pants patterned with red cornflowers, yawning widely with sleep still heavy in his eyes, mumbling thickly: “Hagrid’s receiving visitors at four in the afternoon, other than that…!!! By Dumbledore’s beard, what am I seeing? The head of an adult Mountain Troll?”

Das possessed the highest charisma among the three, so he was nominated to handle the… oh, excuse me, the negotiations with Hagrid. He spun a tale about how they were diligently completing Mr. Hagrid’s assigned task when they suddenly detected unusual signs, prompting them to investigate. This led to a fierce battle between man and beast, necessary to protect the students arriving in a few days, to preserve Mr. Hagrid’s reputation as Gamekeeper, to prevent the honor of Hogwarts from being tarnished, and for… other reasons.

Under the bombardment of Das’s sharp rhetoric, Hagrid’s face cycled from pale to red, then from red to dark, before he finally sighed heavily and reluctantly opened the door to his hunting cabin, murmuring: “Come in, all of you.”

By all accounts, Hagrid was an optimistic, kind, gentle, frank, and easygoing person—though this only applied to the trio of Harry Potter. Others, like Malfoy, never received such courtesy. Truthfully, Hagrid’s attitude toward Contractors was equally unremarkable, making Fang Senyan and his companions the very first Contractors ever permitted inside Hagrid’s hunting lodge.

The interior space was not large; it was crammed full. Lanterns and double-barreled shotguns hung on the walls, alongside several portraits whose painted figures seemed to pace within. The furniture sported the natural color of raw wood, its craftsmanship rough, yet everything emphasized durability and sturdiness. The only piece of fine furniture was a sofa, upholstered with thick, strong birch tacks pinning down dark leather, complete with a leather bolster—its smooth hide offering an intensely comforting sensation when sat upon.

The moment Fang Senyan sank onto the sofa, a wave of deep comfort enveloped him, as if immersed in a warm bath; instantly, his eyelids grew heavy, and he fought the urge to fall asleep right there. Hagrid emerged from the back, his thick beard still dusted with charcoal ash. Upon seeing Fang Senyan occupying the couch, he immediately grew tense: “Oh! Wait a minute, it hasn’t had its breakfast yet!”