Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 70 Codename "Deep Sea"

The mercenary strong man was cowardly at that time.

The bloody career in the Land of Soul Splitting only makes these wasteland residents brave and ruthless, but it does not turn them into idiots seeking their own death, or brains who don't know enchanted weapons!
Anyone should reconsider their behavior when a magically gleaming sword is around your neck!

The mercenary looked down at the sword edge beside his neck and swallowed cautiously.

Although he couldn't see Alice's face under the hood, the speed of the opponent's sword had already made him realize that the one sitting on the horse was an elite swordsman who could not be underestimated!

He also realized that the other party did not intend to kill him, but just wanted to prevent him from threatening the passengers on the white horse;
Otherwise, as early as the moment when the magic light bloomed, this sharp-edged weapon with the blade quality of Yaoqingxue and the colorful Huaxing could easily cut off his neck like a farmer mowing wheat!
In an instant, the principles of life on the wasteland were vividly reflected in this mercenary—

He first raised his hands and took two steps back embarrassingly to show Alice that he had no intention of continuing to attack;
Then, he stared viciously at the troubadour boy who was hiding behind Xiahou Yanma with his lute on his back, watching all this nervously.

The mercenary had obviously regarded the Igor family and his party as the rescuer called by this young man.

Xiahou Yan sat on the horseback, frowned and remained silent——

When the situation is unclear, anything can be wrong.

If you are in the streets of other cities and eat such a slack, the mercenary strong man may just admit defeat and run away, but this is Huafang Town, a land of split souls, and once you show weakness, you will be eaten and wiped. Pure cruel wasteland!
Therefore, the mercenary strong man pointed his finger at the bard behind the horse fiercely, and put out a very classic sentence:

"Wait for me, boy, I will kill you within three days, and the ashes will be lifted up for you!"

Then, the mercenary turned around quickly, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and ran away with a hatchet in hand.

The poet boy with the lute on his back also wanted to take the opportunity to run away, but was caught in the neck by a cold crowbar.

He raised his head, looked at Xia Houyan's slightly gloomy smile under the shadow of the hood, and licked his lips.

"That..." the bard said dryly, "...I..."

"What's your name?" Xia Houyan interrupted the other party's words and asked directly.

The intelligence department of the Grand Duchy of Rosario, the first-class expatriate intelligence officer - Karim Lodge, suddenly sank in his heart.

He doesn't want to listen to me... Rocky thought, this black-haired young man wants to be in charge of the conversation... The other party is obviously an old man...

——And it is an old Jianghu with a crowbar in his hand and an elite swordsman escorting him.

And no matter which plane you are in, "whoever has the big stick in his hand is the best" is a widely recognized consensus in the rivers and lakes.

"My name is Wallace." Rocky, who is actually a senior spy named Troubled Bard, resolutely chose to be soft and reported one of his most commonly used pseudonyms.

"What do you do?" Xia Houyan asked.

"I'm a troubadour!" Rocky quickly regained his composure after the panic calmed down, pointed to the lute on his back, and reported his most commonly used fake job, "My job is to sing in bars. My epic song "The Chronicle of the Haven Continent"!"

Xia Houyan felt that the title of the song did not sound like a serious work.

"Thank you very much for your help and your partner in crisis, saving an innocent troubadour from the brutality of the cruel mercenaries!" Rocky gave Xiahouyan a pompous salute, "I will definitely Will compose a hymn to you, and sing it in every tavern in the wasteland!"

However, Rocky realized with some embarrassment that the cold crowbar did not leave his neck.

"Mr. Wallace, I don't need your thanks, what I need is your understanding." Xia Houyan said, his tone unchanged.

"Uh...understand?" Rocky was a little confused.

"Yes, I hope you understand that I don't like being used by others, and I don't like being used as a shield." Xia Houyan gave him a smile as sharp as a mercenary's axe.

Rocky opened his mouth.

"I also need your understanding, I don't like being deceived." Xia Houyan tapped Rocky's smooth face with a crowbar, "If my hearing is correct, the mercenary just said you were an 'inner ghost' , right? Mr. Wallace, the bard, why are you a singer who sings in bars every day and is considered an 'inner ghost'?"

"Uh..." Rocky quickly weaves a reason that sounds reasonable enough, "I think he should be..."

"Please don't tell me that he recognized the wrong person." Xia Houyan narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard people use this reason when I was five years old."

"What? No, of course not... The main reason is that I just lost my head..." Rocky hurriedly changed his tone.

"You're trying to make up a less serious mistake to cover up your real crime, right?" Xia Houyan sneered, "Mr. Wallace, I hope you give yourself enough reason to be provocative, because it's just abusive or stealing. , as if it wasn't enough for you to be hunted down by a mercenary in the street."

Rocky was speechless.

He really can't figure it out, he is also an old man, how could he be left speechless by a young man?

"Mr. Wallace, I now have an immature guess about your identity..." Xia Houyan was still sitting on the horse, but leaned towards Rocky and hammered his shoulder with a crowbar. "Since you are called 'inner ghost', I think you should be a spy, right? I have seen many people in your profession, and I can recognize it at a glance, the nerves that are deep and tense in the calm look …”

Maybe it's a little too much...

Some unpleasant past life memories came to mind, Xia Houyan shook his head and left them behind.

Rocky mumbled something vaguely.

Professional ethics told him that he should continue to quibble, but reason and intuition told him that nothing he said could fool this sharp-eyed mysterious black-haired boy.

"Wallace is not your real name, right?" Xia Houyan asked with a "kind" smile.

"No." Rocky muttered, in a very low voice.

"Mr. Spy, if I ask for your real name, or the name of your employer," Xia Houyan pondered, "Will you choose to tell me, or will you choose to die?"

"I choose to die." Rocky's voice was even lower.

"Very well, you are at least a professional spy." Xia Houyan nodded in appreciation, "So, for convenience, at least tell me your code name? Then, we can have a good discussion about your use of me as a shield. It's a mess."

"'Deep Sea'." Rocky reluctantly said a code name that he had used in the Information Office of the Grand Duchy of Rosario, "You can call me 'Deep Sea'."

Xia Houyan squinted at Rocky, and tactically leaned back on the horse:
"Don't you think that your code name doesn't match the scenery of Soul Splitting Land?"

"It doesn't match at all!" Rocky said with a sad face, "This wasteland has been targeting me the whole time!"

(End of this chapter)