Othua's War Banner

CHAPTER 292 CHAPTER 0291

"Maharu isn't your surname?"

The Moor Frog grunted and wiped the saliva that had just stuck to his clothes with his hands.

Ken opened the bench and sat opposite [Jia Bole]. The legendary tomahawk was placed in the center of the table, separating the negotiation space, and his temperament changed suddenly.

"Hiss, huh?"

The Moor Frog watched the young man adjust his armor.

The mercenary leader Maharu's eyes were piercing, and his attitude, words and deeds were completely different from before.

And the few followers behind him stood with their hands behind their backs, with a strong military style, and even the happy giant descendant had a serious expression at this time.

The Demon Swamp Frog pursed its thick lips and said:

"It seems that you want to talk frankly, right? After all, you don't look like a mercenary at all now."

"It's urgent, I can't help it."

Ken spoke in a serious tone.

Anyone can hear it...

Regarding the situation of the Proverbs Fragment and the Greedy Bridge, he did not intend to lie at all, and he even did not hesitate to expose his identity to prove that what he said was true.

The Moor Frog lifted the corner of his vest and took out a cigarette case with solid wood varnish.

He took one of them and held it in his mouth to make fire with the rekindled candlestick, and handed the wooden box to Ken.

It seems to be signaling the other party to be free.

Ken took a deep breath, smelling the bitter aroma of almonds in the air.

[Item: Leddy Thin Smoke]

[Effect: Magic resistance increased by 5%]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Description: The goods from the famous tobacco producing area on the coastline of southern Xinjiang are precious and rare, and only the most experienced traders can get a very small amount. 】

Ken took it and handed it to Quema.

The followers bowed their heads in shame, thanked them, and took one of them.

He had only recently come into contact with this thing, and even though he cleaned up the smell very carefully, he still didn't hide it from Zhan Jing's nose.

Ken says:
"Not all the things outside are as valuable as this root. I suggest you stop touching it casually. Of course, it's just a suggestion."

Ken has no habit of restricting the hobbies of his subordinates.

He feels that as long as it does not affect major events, it can always be tolerated. In the bitter cold Palotusbi, the people need something to activate their bodies and minds.

"Your vision is indeed very good."

The Demon Swamp Frog pursed its mouth wide, its eyeballs hidden in the darkness.

Ken turned around and continued to say to Poehler: "You are not simple, Mr. Poehler, all the aftermath of magic in the underground trading area emanates from this shop..."

The Frog clucked and lay back in the shadows.

Under the dim light, a big bloody mouth slightly floated up, as if it could swallow everything in front of it at any time.

Ken didn't see it, and continued:
"I guess you should be one of the administrators. It's reasonable. After all, the Ambera Ice Port is so complex, and the Knife and Ax Team on the surface is simply a decoration. How can the people in power not hold the place where the deepest secrets circulate? ?”

"Shh..."

Mr. Poehler sighed softly, and returned to the light circle, the smirk had dissipated.

他 说:

"Don't guess, Mr. Keen, I know Stephen Kelly, and the information about your fight against Tu Zhanwa was once on the table in front of us."

Ken spread his arms back.

Poehler continued: "But you have misunderstood. I am not in power. The situation at Ambera Ice Harbor is more complicated than you imagined, and I have no way of explaining it..."

He unfolded his vest and took out a handful of resinous stuff to cover the box.

"I will listen to your opinion, but now... Red Maple Heights has attracted all the powerful guys away, and there are not many members of the Uncoverers left around. I will try to contact you."

Ken nodded.

He also has to hurry up and get out of this place.

Now that there is such an ancient bomb hidden in the Ambera Ice Harbor, it has become less safe.

He had to send Mag away as soon as possible.

"Mr. Ken..."

Poehler called to him.

puff.

The Swamp Frog blew out the tallow candle.

The room was plunged into darkness, with only the footsteps of people leaving, bringing up the sticky thick moss on the storefront, and making some creepy sounds.

Ken turned and looked into the dimly lit room.

He suddenly felt in a trance, as if he couldn't tell the distance.

The magic bog frog has fully integrated into it.

A thought came to him:
Will the opponent suddenly appear in the face, or, from any angle in the dark... launch a surprise attack?
【Visual deprivation can bring uneasiness, panic will attract the attention of certain things, and old buildings hidden in historical corners like this kind of bewildered negative emotions the most. 】

Ken shook off distracting thoughts, and quickly expanded his gray vision.

The outline of the store is still clearly visible.

Mr. Poehler stayed in the deepest corner, his eyes glowed with a strange light, and the edges and corners of his lips and teeth were extremely horrifying in the colorless vision.

他 说:

"Since you choose to be honest, we only have two endings: enemy and friend. I believe you are more inclined to the latter... I hope to have the opportunity to use your friendship."

Ken suddenly laughed twice.

He knew that the magic marsh frog was threatening or wooing him.

But he was not to be outdone, and said to the shadow in the darkness: "I hope that you can keep this friendship. If others don't do strange things, I'm always willing to keep some relationships as they are. You said yes Well...hehe."

Ken turned around.

He lowered the mask that was raised above his head, and at the same time lowered his majesty as a battle banner, reassuming the identity of the mercenary leader.

He pushed open the heavy old door.

……

Butcher's Restaurant, at night.

Ivan was released to meet the peak of the night in the store.

He didn't seem to be as decadent as imagined, but with a clear sense of loss, he was doing a job that he didn't usually like.

The guys thought everything was back to normal.

Ivan walked through the kitchen aisle carrying heavy, hot dishes.

He would still be prodded by fat bosses in leather pockets and lamb velvet ties around their heads.

The companions will also agree mercilessly, making fun of this dull bean as usual.

"Enough, can you keep your mouth shut!"

Ivan's roar attracted all eyes.

He stood where he was, surprised even himself, took the dishes away panting, and went straight to the corner where the customers were.

Ivan clenched the flesh in his mouth.

Just that moment...

It was as if he had turned back into the son of the lord of the city-state of Elwe.

The boss raised the curtain to take a sneak peek, and Chedun's kitchen assistant also watched through the gap.

The people at Butcher's are actually kind.

Everyone is a native of the rough northern border, and it is not easy to make a living in the port, so they are used to using blunt and ugly language to have fun in hardship, and they don't mean to look down on anyone.

Ivan was limping.

Being able to say it proves that you don't mind.

In fact, two of the men who held the spoons and knives still had artificial legs, and they were former sailors on some beast sailing ship.

The boss whistled.

"Look, our boring beans are starting to sprout. Who can tell me what happened? It's good that this kid has a temper, it's better than living like a fallen corpse."

(End of this chapter)