Lord of Glory

Shaking off the water droplets on his hands, Neville reluctantly put aside these random thoughts and took a few steps to the door of the tavern opened by the Demon Priest. He took a look at the signboard erected next to it. It read in unfamiliar mainland common language: "Corpse Blossom Tavern" "Such a creative name made Neville speechless as he stepped in.

At a glance, he saw Black and Drink sitting in their seats. He walked in to the counter with a smile. He looked at the dark-skinned and tall demon priest Dolimi who was wiping the wine bottle and said with a smile: "My brother Dolimi, you are so awesome." You shouldn't be a sacrifice to those things with horns. You are suitable to go to the Hashasin Alliance. With your natural advantage, no one can see you if you stand on the grass without clothes when it gets dark."

The tall Dolimi glanced sideways at Neville, touched his almost invisible black beard, and said angrily: "White man, you still owe me four bottles of wine." "Okay, okay, big man, don't do it." "Getting angry." Neville immediately begged for mercy and took out four light red magic cores and placed them on the stage. Dolimi waved his hand and picked them up, looked at the color and put them into his arms without saying a word.

The people who can come to the Night Owl Meeting are all dark wizards, or those who have some strength to avoid being hunted by the Holy See, and are trying to seek asylum. How can these people value gold coins that have no practical use? What is used as currency here are pieces of magic core used for magic research and supplies.

"Dolim and a bottle of Mantica" Suddenly, at this moment, the black dwarf Turfu, who was only as high as Neville's waist, with gray skin and a blood-red robe wrapped around his waist as a belt, was holding a blacksmith. With a heavy hammer, the smelly sweat dripping from his long gray beard seemed to be fished out of the water. He stared at the black and white eyes and was very rude to the big man Dolim behind the counter. shouted

Dolim turned around and glared at Turfu, curling his lips and extending his hand. His thumb and index finger were rubbing back and forth to ask for money. The meaning of asking for money couldn't be more obvious than "snobby nigger." Turfu cursed in a low voice and wrapped it around his waist. He took out two blue magic cores from his robe and threw them over with his hand.

Dolimi picked it up gently, looked at the fine color, smiled with satisfaction, took a bottle of sapphire blue wine bottle on the counter and threw it casually, and the latter picked it up casually, He unceremoniously opened the bottle cap, raised his head and poured the sweet wine into his mouth. The rapid swelling on his thick and short neck showed how hungry his master was at the moment.

"Huh!" Turfu, who drank half of the wine in one go and had a comfortable look on his face, lightly jumped onto a seat as high as him and sat down like a child, holding the bottle in one hand and pointing to the door with the other hand and complaining: "Damn elves, since ancient times, we dwarves have been unhappy with these guys with long ears." Neville, who was drinking white flower wine, and Dolimi, who picked up a rag to wipe the wine bottle again, turned around and saw them outside the door. The white-haired male elf assassin was looking at his dagger and standing in the middle of the road, giggling happily. The two of them suddenly had a rare consensus and said at the same time: "I agree with you."

Hearing the two people's approval, Turfu raised his head again and took a sip of wine. His huge nose began to turn red, but he heard him complain: "Damn the rich Long Ears, you gave me five magic cores, and it turned out that He just asked me to carve useless patterns on the blade of his rotten dagger. My god of blacksmiths, Marcus, don’t these idiots who are full of art know that carving patterns on the blade is not only useless, but also Will it reduce the durability and strength of the sword? This is simply a naked insult to my profession."

"Oh? Then why are you carving patterns for this guy with long ears?" Dolim smiled and teased with a rare smile. Turfu burped lightly and immediately stroked the bottle with a happy face and said: "Professional ethics Fine wine and magic core are one thing, but they are another. When the two are placed in front of me, the taste of the latter makes me moved. All professional ethics must die." Just tell Turfu who made a lot of bold words. , he raised the bottle again and drank several large gulps.

Just when there was a harmonious scene here, Rodrian, driving a carriage, carrying a large cart of goods and ten unconscious experimental slaves, was walking in this forest as if he were in the old days. A road opened secretly, without attracting any attention. He raised his head from the spotlight and saw the sunshine shining on his face through the dense branches and leaves. Rodrian sighed happily. Such a leisurely and relaxed life was what he wanted. To have power, But there wasn't much danger and his life was going well. Rodrian suddenly had a feeling that there weren't many other requirements and it would be good to keep it like this.

Rodrian, who was extremely happy and cheerful, turned around. While clearing the goods and daily necessities to be delivered, he pouted happily and played the songs of his hometown.

"Hey, wait, there seems to be some noise." The four of them listened to the order of the CEO brother in the first hall. The executive officer searching the forest suddenly stopped and vaguely heard a vague song coming from the waist-high grass on the right. The four people looked at each other, and without hesitation, they took out the magic double-layer hand crossbow made by Paladin on their backs, lifted up the magic core bracelet that senses dark elements on their wrists, and quickly moved towards the direction of the singing.

The singing became more and more obvious. The executive who quickly walked across the grass was surprised to see that the magic core necklace on his wrist lit up with white light at the same time. "It's a black wizard." One of the executives whispered excitedly and several others immediately focused on capturing them alive. , they quickly spread out to search for the singing voice that was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, the four of them were squatting in the grass. They were shocked to find that the singing was coming from below. They pushed aside the grass and leaned down to look. They immediately saw that the originally flat grass had a living depression. the way

If you stand up and rely on the long weeds, you really can't see the hidden road below. Just when the four of them were shocked by this handiwork, a carriage slowly drove up slowly accompanied by bursts of singing. Someone with sharp eyes immediately saw a fat man sitting in front of the carriage, wearing a red robe and a black owl. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the iconic Night Owl Society robe made him raise his crossbow in excitement. The hand holding the trigger subconsciously pulled it

Whoosh, whoosh, I heard the sound of two crossbow bolts piercing the air. The crossbow bolt flashed extremely fast, white light flashed, and was nailed in front of the running horses. The horses were frightened, stopped in their tracks, and screamed in warning. The singing in their mouths suddenly stopped. Looking at the two crossbow arrows in front of him, Rodrian, who immediately knew something was wrong, also very boldly took out the silver mask from his side and put it on his face. His fat body jumped to the side very quickly.

At this moment, the other six crossbow bolts flashed with light and aggressively nailed the seat where Rodrian was sitting just now.

Rodrian fell to the ground and hurriedly stood up. When he looked up and saw four figures flashing from the grass above, especially the nightmarish priest's robe that the figure was wearing, a thought suddenly flashed in Rodrian's mind. Words: "I'm done" (to be continued)

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