Shaman from Afar

This is a tavern.

Tattered signs, muddy and dirty floors, tables and chairs soaked with wine stains, dim lights, leaven, sweaty smell, ale, mop water ... all kinds of weird strange smells, from stepping into The door rushed in the face.

The faceless pub owner, the burning fireplace, the guests dressed in crude and vulgar manners ... are almost exactly the same as the pub in the ditch of Ebdon.

To put it simply, it is a place where rogue beggars and the poor gather for enjoyment, and it is also a place where gangs hunt for gold.

The black wizard with a dagger on his neck followed the assassin into the tavern's door, and behind him was Lena De Salion, who was walking in step, holding the suitcase in her arms tightly.

It contained gold bonds worth 300 million silver coins.

Behind the "black frame glasses", there are two assassins standing side by side with her body.

The three men kept their eyes on Loren and the black-framed glasses. The blade between the necks had not left an inch since they were placed on the neck. The knuckles and the back of the hands were always tight.

That's a sign before the power ... These people are not ordinary gangsters, but real top assassins.

This real assassin is completely different from ordinary thug mercenaries, even church knights and wizards ... dealing with the latter, you can have no scruples ... big deal to attract attention and blow up with "Fire of Turin" The whole street sent them to heaven.

But to deal with these people, and still under the premise of stepping into their trap ... Loren had to be vigilant.

Money doesn't matter, but Lena de Salleone is her only witness and must not fail in the slightest.

From a group of shabby, shouting big men walking through the bar of the tavern, there is an empty seat for four.

The black wizard held by the dagger was expressionless, and his eyes were constantly passing by, and he had a panoramic view of the entire tavern.

No more, no less, count this one ... thirty-five.

Just as they squeezed through the crowd, the retreat behind them was completely blocked by the guests in the tavern ... This also means that Loren with Lena de Salion cannot be before the three assassins react Can be safely evacuated from here.

What about these three people first?

The glance of the eyes swept the two people on both sides of the girl. The black wizard quickly rejected his idea ... too slow. The positions of the two people are very delicate. They seem to be very close but they are not always on the same level. Two.

The moment you start, the other may hurt Lena.

As his gaze swept over the gray robe, Loren saw the fierce man in his eyes.

It was the guy who was let go last time ...

These people have already figured out their own details ... it's still a false idea with them first, it's better not to do anything unless there is a last resort.

And the other party chose this place specifically, it is difficult to say whether there are other ambushes and backers ... You have to find a way to make this place your own home.

The black wizard made the final judgment, and in the moment he sat down, he spoke first:

"Straight, what do you want?"

The gray-robed man on the opposite side was obviously stunned, looking at the guy who obviously had no fear, could not help but clenched his fists:

"If I remember correctly, I told you last time, Lord Loren Turin."

"If I remember correctly, I told you last time that I was not interested." Loren shrugged, unaware that he was the one threatened:

"If you still plan to make a condition, I suggest you change it; if not ... Miss Lina and I have other things."

"clang--!"

The moment the words fell, Yinmang screamed!

The black wizard looked sideways, and the cold, slender sword glanced across the face, piercing the back of the chair behind him; and the bright silver, which was still in the waist, also resisted the assassin's throat.

Feeling the coldness between the necks, the assassin holding the sword handle was immobile, the sweat on his cheeks, and his body shivered slightly.

"I suggest you better not be impulsive." Faceless Loren raised his left hand and placed a copper-sized dice in front of the gray robe:

"Your friend, there is no way to escape into a smoke."

The gray robe's expression was ugly.

"His Lord Loren Turin, we ..."

"Oh, by the way, please trouble the gentleman. If he wants to see me like that, it doesn't have to be so troublesome." Loren knocked on the table. "As long as I leave a message, I will be waiting anytime, anywhere."

"That ... sir?"

Loren raised his head, slipping the corners of his mouth slightly over the arc, but said nothing but no voice: "Rute Infinite."

He got it? !

The gray robe looked at the fearless wizard in front of him in amazement.

How could he ...

"How could I know ... you might as well ask why I didn't realize it until now." Lapping the table, Loren's eyes fell on the black dice.

Although the principle of operation is unclear, this "enchanting technology" that fixes the spell on the object is the latest research that Ebden has only appeared in recent years. So far, the only large-scale promotion is the "fire fire spell". Enchanted "fluorite lamp" only.

Within the empire, which force can get such support from Eboden so much that he has the latest technological achievements in alchemy?

Who knows his details and knows his every move?

Of course, the night watchman.

Looking at the sharp silver blade between his companions' necks, the gray robe who felt the pain in his chest twitched throat.

This guy ... he came prepared.

That's right, how can someone who has been appreciated by Lord Rut Infiniti have no back-up?

"Now that you've appeared ... then why are you here?"

A few words, the gray robe now said that it was extremely difficult.

Because there are assassins in the casino that you do n’t know, and they are probably ready to do it-this is the truth, but how can the black wizard tell them this?

"Because I am also a night watchman." Loren lowered his voice: "The most important point, I believe that Rut Infinite, as the night watchman, is the most basic reason."

It is not moral character, nor morality ... Rout Infinite is the human bottom line at these two points, the outstanding representative of the Sven scum, and the image spokesperson of the unreputable generation.

Can he solve the problem by killing himself?

Of course not, otherwise he will not let himself live to the present-the point of the problem is not his little wizard advisor, but His Highness Brandon de Salion in the Sky Vault.

As long as this "dragon rider" is still alive, he will cause endless trouble for His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connold.

Rather than fighting head-to-head with Brandon completely, it is better to monitor yourself as a wizard advisor to control his every move ... this is probably the idea of ​​Rut Infinit.

"Where is this grand master from?" A rude, unpleasant loud voice suddenly approached, and a face full of horizontal meat:

"He also ran on our chassis with a little girl in a flower skirt ... how come, the noble lords of this year like to play this kind of tone?"

"boom--!"

The strong man smashed a glass of ale on the table, and the gray robe and the two assassins frowned slightly, deliberately avoiding the splashing liquor.

The pubs in this place will not use good black malt wine, most of them are rotten and aged grains, coupled with the leftover water from the ditch cellar ... The taste can be imagined.

"If you don't want to die, just give me this cup, and then get out of our tavern, the provincial brethren will try to throw you all into the pit!"

"Or do you plan to accompany the brethren to play a little differently, Master Kuai?"

He had just dropped his voice, and the strong men behind him burst into a roar, and there were a lot of lewd laughter.

"I don't think so."

Unchanging face, Loren picked up the glass on the table and drank it under the incredible eyes of the three assassins; then stood up and walked toward the gate without looking back.

"He is going to ...?!"

The assassin on the side just wanted to intercept it, and was held down by the gray robe, and his calm eyes turned to Lina de Salion sitting opposite.

The girl holding the box in her arms still looked blankly at the back of the black wizard.

"Dang yao!"

The crisp sound made the noisy pub suddenly quiet.

That's ... the sound of the door being locked.

The gray robe stared, staring at the back of Loren Turin in front of the door.

"I don't know how to ..."

"Without ..."

"Li Ye ..."

With a weird smile ~ www.readwn.com ~ Loren turned around with his hands behind his back, watching a whole tavern holding his shoulders, staring at his strong men

"Sorry, I wanted to try this sentence a long time ago." The black wizard shrugged. "So ..."

"You are going to stand here for a day ..."

"Still fight with me?" ...

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