Dominate the world

The tavern owner looked at Alansman with a half-smile, and said, "Boy, don't even look at where this is."

"Why, I can see from your eyes that you want to kill me."

"However, are you sure you dare?"

"As long as I yell loudly, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave!"

After finishing speaking, the tavern owner looked sideways at the mercenaries in the tavern, and the mercenaries also shouted in unison. Most of the mercenaries drinking in this tavern already knew what the tavern owner was like, thinking that he was going to kill him again. People, wait and see the good show.

After all, every time you just call a few times, you can drink a glass of wine for free. If you are lucky, the wine you drink today will be free.

Obviously, this is not the first time this has been done.

Alansman looked at the tavern owner quietly, took out a gold ticket worth one hundred gold coins from his waist and put it on the table, and said coldly: "One hundred, nothing more."

Suddenly there was a sound of gasping for air in the tavern.

The mercenaries also whispered to each other, discussing what the hell this guy was doing, how could he drink in this kind of place with so much money!

The tavern owner wrapped his hands around his chest, looked at Alansman with a sneer and said, "Maybe I should ask the Holy See for the money, and in that case, I won't have to open this tavern anymore."

Alansman's face changed suddenly, he looked at the corner of his clothes that was exposed, and walked forward step by step: "Maybe you can't get the money."

"I'll give you one last chance, get out of the way!"

The tavern owner sneered, looked sideways at the mercenaries, and said, "Guys, this guy is the crusader looking for..."

Before he finished speaking, Alansman was already standing in front of the tavern owner, like two people hugging.

The tavern owner held his throat and retreated step by step, his eyes full of horror.

Alansman looked at the tavern owner with a cold face and said, "I've already given you a chance, buddy."

"Greed, sometimes you will die without a place to bury you."

The mercenaries in the tavern also stood up at this time, staring at Alansman with fierce eyes.

"It seems that our luck is good. Even if we share it equally, each of us can get a lot of money."

Soon, a leading mercenary stood up and proposed loudly.

Alansman looked at the crowd and said in a cold voice: "This has nothing to do with you. If you take this money, you will be involved in the affairs of the Holy See. Whether you are guilty or innocent, when everything subsides, you will all will die."

"If I were you, I would never be tempted by that money, even though the thousand gold coins look so tempting!"

Alansman held a dagger in his right hand, which was stained with the blood of the tavernkeeper.

Mercenaries, you look at me, I look at you, some people began to hesitate, some people also began to think about whether the money is good or not, in the end, they still did not leave and stood in front of Alansman to block his way.

There was a smile on Alansman's face, he bowed slightly, put away the dagger in his hand, and said: "Very good choice, you have successfully saved your own lives.

After finishing speaking, Alansman walked straight out of the tavern.

Some mercenaries in the tavern looked at each other, and they all walked out of the tavern, some followed Alansman, and some gradually moved away from here to find helpers.

Alansman, who noticed that someone was following him behind him, sneered, walked forward on his own, and slowly mixed into the crowd.

The mercenaries who have been on the edge of life and death all year round also have good tracking skills. No matter how Alansman hides himself, he always follows Alansman 50 meters behind him.

And around, there are many mercenaries coming here.

Alansman kept going forward, then left, then right, and walked into the underground black market in the holy city.

There, no matter what happens, no one will control it. Even if there are supervisors, Alansman believes that he can easily get rid of them.

This end of the road is a bit dark, without any light. This was originally an underground station, but it was abandoned due to disrepair, and now it is a necessary section to go to the black market.

There are quite a few people who know this place, but today, there are no people coming and going.

The mercenaries in twos and threes walked into the passage together.

Alansman stood in the middle of the passage, quietly waiting for the impact of the mercenaries. As an assassin, the night was his home field.

Slowly pulling out the dagger from his arms, Alansman closed his eyes and listened to the movement outside.

"One, two, three,... fifteen."

"There is such a person who is not afraid of death."

Alansman walked forward step by step. Even in a completely dark environment, Alansman could still clearly distinguish whether there were obstacles or people in front of him.

The passage gradually became quiet until a scream sounded.

Blood fell on the ground, making a ticking sound.

The leading mercenary turned on the lights vigilantly, looked around vigilantly, and at the same time told his companions: "Be careful, this guy is a little weird."

Everyone nodded in unison, looking at the dark surroundings vigilantly.

What they didn't know was that Alansman was just above their heads, holding a steel bar in one hand and a dagger in the other, ready to harvest another person's life at any time.

Cold voices sounded in the dark passage.

"Look, this money is not easy to get, right?"

"I reminded you that this is an internal dispute within the Holy See, and whoever gets involved will die."

"Who do you think is worth the high price of a thousand gold coins?"

"Actually, this price is still a bit low for me. It should be worth [-] gold coins. Don't you think so, idiots?"

Letting go, Alansman fell from above, and the dagger circled around the throat of one of the mercenaries. The screams rang out, and then stopped abruptly. The mercenary who wiped his neck grabbed his throat, With a slight cough, blood continuously gushed out from the wound, and then splashed on the ground.

The death of another person made the surviving mercenaries a little terrified.

The leading mercenary looked around calmly, and said aloud, "Who the hell are you?"

"Why did the Holy See hunt you down?"

Alansman chuckled, slowly wiped the dagger in his hand, stood in the corner, and said softly, "Me?"

"No, it's not me, it's us."

"It is us, not me, that the Holy See is chasing after."

"We are the darkness under the light of the Holy See. Do you think anyone can join in the battle between light and darkness?"

"Although we seem to be in a bit of misery now, mine is also dead."

"But as long as one of us survives, the fight is not over.