Full-time insurance agent

Dosta realized that she hadn't walked so briskly in years.

The advancement barrier that had troubled me for nearly half a year was finally broken.

The seventh-level skill "Cross Whirlwind Slash" and the eighth-level skill "Heaven-Splitting Powerful Slash" are easy to master.

However, when he returned to the Berman Hotel in Holt City from the arena in the evening, he found that only little Kyle stayed in the extraordinary room alone, and no one else was there.

Hearing the sound at the door, Kyle, with red eyes, raised his head and saw it was Dosta. He rushed over like the wind and hugged Dosta's thigh tightly.

"Brother Dosta, do you know where Brother Feifan went? We took a bath three days ago, and Brother Feifan disappeared! Brother Francis said that Brother Feifan came back early! But he was not in the hotel at all, and the waitress at the hotel also said Brother Feifan is not back! Go find him quickly!"

He stayed alone in the hotel for three days. If Kyle hadn't had a wandering experience, he might have been frightened.

But now, for the sake of Fei Fei's whereabouts, he hoped that Fei Fei would return safely and suppressed the fear of being alone.

Dosta is not a stupid half-orc. He took out "Vivian's Messenger" and prepared to contact Gulie.

"Clang"

When the door was pushed open, Francis was startled for a moment, then saw Dosta grinning happily, picking up the teapot on the table in the room and taking a swig.

"He Shutan!"

Dosta looked anxious and was about to ask a question when the fat man waved his hand and explained.

"When the Lord disappeared that day, the last Fire City Sheriff I saw was Kurt, a seventh-level thief! Although the Lord disappeared after being separated from him at that time, it is not ruled out that this guy will return again!"

"My lord was obviously feeling unwell at the time, but he proposed to go back to the hotel! We don't think it's a big problem. Besides, this is the imperial capital. What dangers would you face in broad daylight?"

"This is all my fault!"

The fat man hit his head in annoyance, and Hehru behind him always looked sad.

"result!"

Dosta didn't say much and looked directly at the fat man.

"Kurt will go to watch an opera tonight! He has a day off today, and there shouldn't be any Imperial knights by his side!"

Since Kurt's innocence could not be confirmed, he had to be caught and questioned carefully.

Little Kyle was also anxious, but in the end he was left at the hotel.

Of course, the opera house in Holt Fire cannot be compared with the Imperial Theater in Saint-Valerin.

But at least compared to York City, it was really magnificent.

Two huge pumpkin petal stone pillars top the entrance of the Opera House, with ninety-nine steps, in line with the rules set by the gods.

The opera starts at 7pm and ends around 9:30pm.

Dosta and Francis were waiting in the tavern directly opposite the opera house door.

Sitting next to the window, Francis sipped the champagne from the glass without taking a sip.

Champagne is just fruit tea with added gas, and there is no comparison with Extraordinary Champagne.

Dosta sat on a wooden chair with one hand on the window sill, staring at the opera house without blinking.

In each territory, it was often the Sheriff's portrait that was easiest to obtain, and there were more bounty notices posted outside the tavern. ,

"Dosta, are you really not going to have a drink? You're putting me under a lot of pressure!"

"According to what you said, my lord only has a slight magic disorder. Although this is a common problem in the magician profession, my lord is really good at it. Gu Lie will take care of you without me taking action!"

Dosta said coldly without looking back.

Although Fatty already knew that Dosta successfully advanced to the eighth level on the way here, he couldn't help but shudder.

Although Dosta is usually cold and cold, this troll warrior is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He has been a brother for several years, and the fat man still understands him.

But that's not the case with the boss Gu Lie. Although Gu Lie has an extraordinary insurance contract in his hand, he knows that extraordinary life is not in danger.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

There really is someone missing arms and legs. Francis believes that Gu Lie will definitely do the same to him.

"Why!"

The worried fat man sighed helplessly.

Time flew by, and Big Ben in the distance rang a brief chime.

In addition to the hourly bell, there will also be a reminder at half o'clock.

A crowd began to disperse on the steps of the opera house.

If you are an ordinary person and see the dark crowd, finding someone at night is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

For a brave man whose six senses are different from ordinary people, it is not easy to find someone.

"coming!"

The fat man exclaimed, hurriedly slapped a silver coin on the table, pulled up the visor on his face, and jumped out of the window.

According to the plan they had made when they arrived, the seventh-level Francis pretended to follow Sheriff Kurt. When he saw the seventh-level thief, Kurt would definitely fall into the trap due to the sensitivity of the Sheriff.

Then, Dosta followed behind, subdued Sheriff Kurt in the dark, and demanded to know the whereabouts of Feifan.

Hehru rubbed his hands, and the fat man walked away for a while, looking at Dosta still staring at the crowd outside the window in a daze, wanting to urge him but not daring.

"gone!"

Dosta picked up the two-handed ax at his feet and left from the tavern door.

Looking at the tall figure in front of him, Hehru tried his best to drink sea water and followed Dosta with difficulty.

Is this the strength of eighth level combat power?

As an intermediate swordsman, Hehru rarely sees super-level warriors. In the extraordinary team, he is the last one.

Turning left and right, finally, in a small alley about one kilometer away from the opera house, the sound of a low-pitched fight could be heard.

Sheriff Cote did not blow the brass whistle in his pocket.

The dignity of a brave man prevents him from showing weakness when faced with the same level of combat power.

The fat man's plump body was a bit funny, he ran away with a squeaking sound, and there were "shadow thorns" nailed from time to time on the back of his butt.

"The ones with breast legs are also at the seventh level. Why is the difference so big?"

On the one hand, the seventh-level Shadow Thorn skill was powerful, but Francis found that he was also the one being suppressed in close combat.

Compared to Kurt, who spent half of the year fighting against high-level combat forces, Francis, a seventh-level thief, was somewhat pampered.

Three shadow thorns made the fat man miserable.

"I don't have any time to waste with you, let's get over here!"

"Um?"

Kurt, who was about to launch a fatal blow, suddenly found himself plunged into boundless darkness.

"Shadow trap?"

"Hahaha! Sheriff Kurt, right? What now? Since I brought you here and didn't make any arrangements in advance, do you think I'm a fool?"

The fat man laughed sheepishly. Without Dosta's help, he could defeat a seventh-level opponent, which was something he could brag about.

"Aren't you? A fat man who talks too much!"

The face is covered by a mask, but there is no way to hide the figure.

"Damn! I hate people calling me fat! Kurt, you're dead!"

When Dosta and Hehru rushed to the alley, they only saw Francis holding his buttocks, avoiding Kurt's dagger attack.

"Ah! Ah! Let's face off! Cowards!"

It's not that the defense of Fatty's leather armor is high, but now it's a chrysanthemum, full of bruises!