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"Want to take a look?" Aaron glanced at Ron.

It is said that Leiden City is the western pearl of the Algrant Kingdom. There are countless trade routes leading to Badibila, and thousands of caravans are working hard back and forth like ants.

Since there are stable caravans and trade routes, corresponding bandits will naturally breed. And, precisely because Badibila is a lawless place, many criminal thieves who are wanted by the Three Kingdoms will also choose to be nearby. Start a business with no capital and huge profits.

If the Tower of the Sun had not warned these bandits repeatedly, and had used airships and other means to bloodbath Badibila once, coupled with the Tower of the Sun's perfect and large-scale protection mechanism, I am afraid that this group of bandits would have been killed. The person who grabs the red eye might actually dare to attack the airship.

In other words, at the junction of the Kingdom of Algrant and Badibila, there may really be more bandits than caravans.

Fighting here is nothing new.

If there were a day when no one here was killed by murder or robbery, it would be news.

Ron said nothing and only looked at the black cat in his arms.

There was a trace of reluctance on its face, and it slowly got out of Ron's arms. First it stretched leisurely, then it yawned with its big mouth and tongue out, and trembled again. Shaking the bright hair on his body, he finally looked towards the source of the sound.

His ears twitched slightly, and the dark pupils in his green eyes were opening and closing uncertainly, and a few blurry images flashed vaguely.

Finally, it closed its eyes, barked a little tiredly, jumped onto Ron's shoulder, and curled up steadily, with another indifferent and cold attitude.

"What is it saying?"

"It said that there were not many sounds anymore." Ron touched the black cat pityingly.

For it, it is not difficult to hear distant sounds, but it is extremely difficult to distinguish the sounds.

Especially in this noisy jungle, a huge amount of noise fills everyone's eardrums almost all the time, especially for black cats with sensitive hearing.

"The battle is almost over?"

"It should be. No matter which side wins, it doesn't matter..." Ron thought for a moment, "But, maybe we can go take a look."

He pointed at Aaron's horse and said to Aaron: "If you go by your current speed, maybe we don't have enough horse materials."

Aaron couldn't help but blush when he said this.

Indeed, at normal speed, where they were now should be where they should be in the morning.

However, someone's riding skills were indeed very poor, which greatly slowed down the team.

"Now that we have left Layden City and come to the wilderness, we should abide by the rules of the wilderness..." Ron shrugged, "As passers-by, we help the weak caravan drive away the bandits, should we receive some reward?"

Aaron immediately understood his intention, and then added with a serious face: "Of course, if we are a step too late and the robbers kill all the people in the caravan, then we should also avenge the caravan. After all, that is Any noble has the right to protect the rights and interests of the country from being infringed on the taxation of Leiden City and even the Kingdom of Algrant!"

Judging from the momentum of the battle, the level of this unknown battle will not be too high, at least it will not have gold-level combat power.

Most of the gold-level combat power can partially change the terrain, and the noises made during battle cannot be blocked by these branches and leaves.

In other words, the highest combat power in this battle is only Silver level.

Taking into account the caravan's counterattack, the strength configuration of the three Aarons, one silver and two bronzes, is still quite powerful. They may not be able to serve as the main force, but they are just right as reinforcements.

The corner of Alice's mouth twitched, and she looked at the interaction between the two with an expressionless face.

Ron also gave a silent thumbs up, expressing his affirmation and praise for Aaron's remarks.

However, when they followed the black cat's guidance and peeled away the layers of branches and leaves, they found that the scene seemed a little different from what they had imagined.

There were indeed many human corpses lying strewn about on the ground. Judging from their colorful and dirty attire, they must be robbers.

But the object of their robbery was not a caravan, but a person.

He wore a silver mask that covered his face, a jet black hooded cloak, and a pair of riding boots decorated with unknown complex patterns.

When Aaron and the others arrived at the scene, they only saw him holding the last robber's neck with one hand, admiring it as if he was looking at a piece of art.

Perhaps sensing the arrival of others, he slowly turned his head and looked at Aaron.

The silver mask was very simple, with just a few black lines simply drawn on it, outlining an expression that almost screamed. There were two round holes at the eyes, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

Because he had just experienced a fight, the remaining blood on the silver mask slid down the smooth mask, dragging out long blood stains, and the shadow formed by the hood perfectly covered his entire mask. Most of it.

At first glance, it looked like he was shedding tears of blood.

As he turned around, Aaron saw that he was wearing a gray corduroy vest with red edges and a strange glyph pendant hanging on his chest.

Just this look alone, the evil value is directly maxed out!

Where is the weak caravan?

This is clearly a team of blind thieves who annoyed a certain villain boss, and then were killed by the boss!

Looking at the three people who suddenly appeared, the masked man didn't seem to be surprised. He just glanced at them casually and looked at the... toys in his hands again.

The last bandit was still struggling desperately, his calloused hands still trying to peel off the dark glove of unknown leather, and his legs were even trying to kick, but in the end it was all in vain.

That hand gripped his throat like an iron pincer, and he kicked with all his strength as if he was hitting a stone, only making a weak muffled sound.

The bandit's face gradually turned blue due to lack of oxygen, and blood vessels began to protrude along with the veins, squirming on the surface of his skin like small dark blue earthworms.

Then, a black dagger was inserted from his chin, making almost no sound.

The sharp sword tip even broke through his skull without hesitation, and a small section popped out among the messy hair.

The muffled sound of kicking stopped, and the struggling legs hung down weakly, swaying slightly.

The masked man still maintained his grappling movements, as if admiring the bandit's final expression of despair and relief.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Aaron and the three of them exchanged glances silently and tacitly. Aaron even swallowed uncontrollably and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

It seems that I can’t be the messenger of justice anymore?

The masked man let go of his hand, turned around with the thud of the heavy object falling to the ground, and looked at Aaron calmly.

Only then did Aaron discover that the wide mouth on the mask was actually painted with black paint. The painting seemed to be particularly clumsy, and even the shape of the mouth was crooked, like the graffiti of a naughty child.

But against the backdrop of corpses on the ground, in the land dripping with blood, in the deep shadow of the hood, in front of the blood stains like tears, and the amber pupils dotted, the so-called painting skills seem to be unimportant.

The mask itself carries an inexplicable sense of fear and oppression.

The masked man tilted his head, and the screaming face tilted its head as well.

He looked at Aaron.

The dagger was dripping with blood.

Well, starting from today it will be a strange update~