Warhammer Throne

Under a huge bat logo is a decaying bar with various evil skull patterns and blood patterns hanging on it. It seems that there are not many guests. Ryan let two hunters and half elves stand Outside, he and Gerald walked toward the bar.

"It always makes me feel uncomfortable here." Gerrod and Lane whispered, the Kingdom Knight's face was only serious.

"Sooner or later, we will level this place and completely destroy the cursed city." Lane said softly: "But not now, what we have to do now is to find a way to thwart the vampire's aggression."

"Yes, one day, we will come back here and bring the undead to destruction." Gerard's goatee flicked, as if tumbling with anger: "But not now."

Ryan nodded. There was no Gerald in his plan, but after discussing the plan with Francois, Gerald took the initiative to ask for participation. He thought he could contribute.

It is relatively rare that Gerald is not a pedantic and second-level knight. As a cousin of Francois, he also has wisdom and strategy, and also understands flexibility. Of course, his pious belief in the lake fairy is also an important reason. Ryan now understands why, while he was recuperating, Mogianna was very vigilant about Emilia's attitude.

The corruption of chaos is ubiquitous, and only faith and ignorance can be confronted. Either ignorance can isolate corruption, or you can have firm faith at the same time with wisdom and knowledge. Otherwise, corruption will happen sooner or later.

Walking into the bar, the dim light, a lot of cobwebs in the bar, the decay and smell of wood stimulated Ryan's five senses, he frowned, looked around the bar, a bartender in his fifties was looking Playing cards on the bar.

"Hello, I'm looking for old Dyke." Ryan tried to make himself seem kind.

"I'm old Dyke, but I never talk to people other than guests." The bartender looked bored and played cards, and he was very entertained by himself.

"Okay, let's have two glasses." Ryan and Jarrod looked at each other, so Gerrod extended two fingers.

"What do you want, ale beer (malt)? Butter beer? Breton brandy? Imperial dark beer? Imperial whiskey? Mead? Or Kislev vodka?" Old Days reported the wine like a family treasure name.

"We want two glasses of Bordeaux Obiang from 1467." Ryan pulled out a large sum of gold coins and said very arrogantly.

The first-class winery of Bordello, Orbion wine, the favorite and proud work of the Duke of Bodrick.

"Yes." Old Days looked up at Ryan's gold coin and confirmed that it was a genuine imperial gold mark. Then he nodded. He stood up and walked towards the bar, beckoning Ryan and Gerald to sit. under.

"I think His Excellency Bodrick is going to watch his own winery." Gerrard made a serious joke at Ryan: "Maybe there is a straight road to Bordeaux?"

"Perhaps there are vampires in Lord Bodrick ’s courtiers, or there are greedy money among the heads of the wineries he appointed, but this is not important to us. What is important is that Bodrick regards Obi as a treasure. Ang wine, we only bought it for twenty gold marks. "Ryan also extended two fingers, and the face of the fat guy's businessman was covered with a mysterious smile.

If it is not genuine, then he and Gerald have a reason for the attack.

After a while, Old Dyke brought two glasses of red wine and put them in front of Ryan. The oak glass was filled with dark red liquor. The aroma of red wine was pleasant. After the entrance, it was as smooth as silk. When the liquor crossed the esophagus and entered the stomach , Ryan and Gerald immediately confirmed that this was genuine Orbion wine.

"This is included." Old Dyke served a pot of horse meat sausages, and then sat behind the bar.

Unlike wine, this plate of horse meat sausages is very unpalatable, and it is unpalatable to the point of being swallowed.

"... I don't have what you want here." Ryan hadn't spoken yet. Old Dyke washed the wooden wine glass and said suddenly.

"How do you know what I am going to do here?" Ryan asked curiously.

"An imperial merchant came to my shop, apparently wanting to ask me about the goods, but unfortunately, I haven't got any goods here recently, and I have nothing at all." Old Dyke shook his head again and again: "Let's go after drinking this glass , Merchant of the Empire, if you still cherish your life. "

"Can't you just reveal it a little bit? Or can you sell me some wine?" Ryan continued to try and say, "Would you like to sell me some more Orbian wine?"

"A total of one hundred gold kronor ... or gold mark." Old Dyke took two bottles of red wine from under the table: "Go away, it will be troublesome after a while, and I will go out."

Ryan and Gerald came out of the bar with two bottles of wine, and Eber whispered, "Is there any gain?"

"One thing, but not much." Ryan whispered with several people: "The rest will depend on Estelle and Days, Estelle, Days, listen to me, wait a moment ... … "

Ryan suddenly stopped talking, because on the corner, Matthew Bard was walking towards them. The young knight had arrogance and prejudice on his face, and he surrounded Ryan with a pile of barren grave guards: " Mr. Gabe Newell? "

"Hello, what does this ... how to call it?" The fat business man seemed to not understand the situation he encountered. He scratched his head with a smile on his face.

"I'm Mathhubad. I'm glad to meet you, the merchant of the empire." Mathewbad's face was also smirked, and the two shook hands.

Fatty businessman Gabe Newell wanted to close his hand after shaking it, but Matheward held his hand firmly, so the Marimburg businessman looked surprised, he first looked Surprised: "Ah? Are you the Mathewbad who lost to champion Surya in the Cavaliers? The first female champion in the Cavaliers in two hundred years, the first runner-up defeated by women in two hundred years? You Why did it appear here? Hey, hey ~ I heard that Miss Surya looks very pretty ~ Hey ~ ah !!! "

Ryan camouflaged Gabe Newell suddenly made a cry like a pig killing, he covered his hand, as if stabbed, the whole person fell to the ground, the fat guy businessman was of great quality, almost fell horse Hubbard brought upside down.

The young knight pulled the fat guy businessman up, and Mathewade's face was straight blue. This was a shame in Matheward's life. Whenever he dreamed back at midnight, he remembered that he lost to the final. When she was Surya, he wanted to tear everything apart.

"Mr. Mathewbad ?! Please respect a businessman and your trading partner!" Ryan took a lot of effort to calm his breath. He looked very angry: "You're acting too much! I want to protest !protest!"

Incompetent, weak running dog, this businessman's character is very in line with the style of those Mariinburg merchants. Seeing the fat guy businessman is angry and scared, but he quickly signaled the guards not to start, while protesting and losing his smiling face, Matthew Bud felt sick.

Thinking of this, Matheward frowned subconsciously, and he still felt something was wrong.

"Half elf? Good steward with swordsmanship? And some guards like you? Mr. Gabe? I'm sorry for my previous rudeness, but can you explain? How did you find such a good guard? Also Half-elf? "

"A lot of people are willing to fight. As long as the price is right, I sell the goods here from Fort Mariin and then use the money to protect my safety. Is there anything wrong? Mr. Mathewbad?" The fat business man exhaled. It's also hard to sound: "Maybe you don't understand this, but why can't I hire a half-elf? There is also a strong butler with swordsmanship?"

"If you can hire one or two, I still believe you are a few percent, but each of your guards has extraordinary skills, which is really doubtful." Matheward is still full of doubts, his handsome face in Gerrod's Seen from the body, and then focused his attention on his hands: "God, God, dear housekeeper, can you explain, what is the callus in the middle of your index finger? This callus is only from seven to eight I started practicing knightly swordsmanship at the age of over 15 years, and I can only practice it after more than 15 years of accumulation. I need an explanation. You are a Brittany knight! "

Speaking of the back, Mathewbad almost shouted: "No one can hire a knight of the knight kingdom, you must be sneaking in to destroy the undercover!"

Oops! Lane's face changed slightly.

In this mission, everyone ’s identity was carefully scrutinized by Ryan. Astell and Days, as half-elves, had tasted warmth almost since they were small, and they were able to deal with most of them skillfully. Needless to say, the devil hunters Abel and Jule, for the devil hunter, when assassinating the Count Vampire, slaughtering the entire corrupted village, and going to find a puppy for the peasant, as long as there is Money, they can do it, it is difficult for such a person to reveal flaws.

Amelia and Suria Lane, who met with Mathew Bard, did not bring it out at all. Considering that Alfred and Theresa may not be good at this, he already asked Veronica to take them back. .

The only uncertainty is Gerald! This Kingdom Knight is a plan to temporarily join Ryan. He needs a helper, but Gerald's identity is not so reliable and worthy of scrutiny.

"Say?" Mathewbad's face was twisted and crazy, and he signaled that the grave guards surrounded Ryan and his entourage: "If you don't give me an explanation, I won't take your life, provided that You all accept the embrace of blood and become a real vampire! "

"..." Ryan was about to say that he asked to see the vampire lord, but then he gave up the idea, and at this time, if he raised this matter, it would definitely stimulate Mathewbad's tense nerves.

This lunatic may mess up everything! Lane quietly struck a face at the demon hunter and the half-elf: ready to start.

Where Mathhubad didn't pay attention, Abel had reached out quietly and touched the crossbow behind him.

At this moment, Gerald spoke: "Have you heard of Rickel?"

"Ricole? Isn't that an island in Marienburg?" Mathewbad said doubtfully.

"Yes, so do you understand?" Gerrard's face seemed to be disgraced and unwilling: "I need money, I need a lot of money to make my life ... I don't want to say, so far, you can What? "

"Wait, are you saying that you are a descendant of Louis de Calais who was exiled fifty years ago?" Matheward remembered, and Britannia did have an exile in the war Failed knight noble family, this family was later hired by Marienburg, and then granted them to install them on the island of Rickol.

"Mr. Malbach, why do I do this? You know, is it fun to keep applying salt to people's wounds?" Gerold said impatiently. His goatee was blown gently. Floating around, the words in his mouth carry a strange tone, which is obviously a less skilled Breton noble language, his accent is very strange, like curse words.

Matheward was a little uncertain at this time: "You came back to Brittany because you wanted to go home and have a look?"

"Will you believe it when I said it? Don't you believe what I have to say?" Gerold was too lazy to explain his identity. He clapped Mashubad's hand, which seemed to be because of Mathhubad. Jia's mischief was exasperated: "Like just now, I said that you are the runner-up of the Cavaliers Conference. Will you be happy?"

"..." It is a shameful thing to be exiled. No one would be willing to mention these things too much, just like Matheward was unwilling to mention the failure at the Cavaliers Conference. Thinking of this, the young Ranger The knight felt a little embarrassed, and there was still a lot of grief between his eyebrows, but his face eased a little: "I'm sorry for my rudeness, how does this ... call it?"

"My name is Ronald." Gerold said nonsense with his eyes open: "Ronald de Calais."

"Mr. Ronald de Calais, are you willing to accept my offer? I need someone like you to help." Matheward suddenly felt something was wrong.

The rhythm of the entire conversation seemed to be controlled by the person in front of him. Matheward had been taught by the Lich King Akhan since he was young, and he was sensitive to find that he was being circumvented.

The young knight began to doubt the pedestrian again: "Maybe you would like to have dinner with me?"

"You need to have a guarantor, I will not have lunch with others at random, especially before I suspected that I was an undercover person, you do not even have basic trust, and trading partners can detain at will, why should I be with you Such people have dinner? "Gerrod refused with great displeasure. He looked offended with dignity:" My employer is willing to go there. It's his business, I won't go. "

"Oh! I'm willing to go!" The fat business man raised his hand: "So I will save the money for dinner ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Next time." Mathhubad noticed that the vampire lord Hal appeared, He apparently came from the news. Matheward knew that he actually had no real power. His power came entirely from his godfather, the Lich King Akhan, who actually did not oppose trade with humans. Note theorem.

After whispering with the vampire lord Hal for a while, Matheward waved his hand to signal that the graveyard guard gave way.

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An hour and a half later, within the hotel.

"Frightened me, almost because a madman broke our plan, Gerald? I didn't expect you to be flexible." Ryan was a little scared after thinking about the previous things, and there was no doubt that Matheward doubted theirs. Identity, he originally tried to bring rhythm to make him angry and forget this matter. As a result, Mathhubad, a formerly gentle and handsome person, was actually such a crazy madman in the back. Just because he was angry and angry, he moved his heart and almost destroyed Ryan the plan of.

"Lying is a matter of virtue, I will confess to the lady, but in the face of justice and in the task of guarding the country, these subsections are secondary." Gerald leaned on the cushion and his clothes were soaked, He was also relieved: "In front of Dayi, my personal honor and disgrace are not important."

"Well! I believe the lady will forgive you." Ryan nodded again and again.

At this time, Estelle and Days came back: "My baron, there is a new situation."

"How to say?" Ryan stood up.

"We followed Old Dyke and found out that he was still collecting hardwood and stone. Tonight, his transportation team would leave the city and transport the material to somewhere outside the city." Dais whispered.

"Okay! Ready to act!"

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