Mercenaries and Adventurers

Although I probably guessed that the bandits were hiding nearby, it was impossible for Kiel to enter and search openly like the soldiers.

It is estimated that if he dared to do that, people would dare to throw him out.

Scanning the surrounding area with his eyes, Kiel thought for a while, if those bandits were really nearby, then someone might have seen them when they retreated back not long ago.

However, because of the cold weather, no one stayed on the street for a long time. Either they came out of various shops to go home, or they rushed to try to enter the shop, and then cursed the pedestrians who left here after being refused.

The people in the shop also closed their doors tightly, and no one stayed outside the house idly.

This made it difficult for Keel.

The ground of this street was also trampled and messed up by passers-by. Obviously, relying on the smell of blood to follow it was not feasible. After all, he saw two drunk people being thrown out of the tavern. The drunken people were still wrestling with each other, bleeding from the mouth and nose, splashing around.

And the people who come and go are all surprised.

After the two drunks were exhausted, they actually supported each other and staggered away together.

Letting out a sulking breath, Keel huddled in the shadow of an alley, not knowing what to do next.

Leaning against the thick wooden wall, Keel wondered what to do next.

"What are you doing? Don't lean against the wall of our shop!" Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind Keel.

Keir turned around and looked back, and found that it was a person in the wall of the shop he was leaning against, who opened a secret door in the alley and came out to drive him away.

It just so happened that he didn't know what to do, so he might have a clue by asking this person.

With a vertical leap, Kiel quickly approached this person with a small jump. The opponent was not tall, but rather strong. He was wearing neat clothes, and a short club with an iron sheet was pinned to his waist. He looked like a thug in various nearby shops.

Although the beard on the face is thick, it is neatly trimmed.

Seeing Keir approaching suddenly, the man wanted to fight back. He pulled out the short stick from his waist and stabbed Kiel in the chest.

There was a muffled bang, and Keel only felt it for a while, but it didn't have any effect.

Only now did the other party realize that Kiel, who was approaching, was wearing a suit of armor. His feet softened immediately, his body softened, and his hands softened, and he couldn't even hold the short stick in his hand.

Keir grabbed the other person's chest and clothes, and held the person in one hand: "Shut up! Ask you something, and what happened just now can be treated as if it didn't happen."

After approaching, in order to prevent the other party from recognizing his face, Kiel lowered the visor under the helmet and fastened it, and asked in a low voice.

The thug who didn't know what he was thinking of nodded his head, and replied with chattering teeth: "Yes, sir. You ask, you ask."

Although the thug didn't know who the man in armor was, he didn't want to get involved in any troubles. After all, in this world, no matter where he died, no one would care. The only one who could possibly grieve was no one but the girl who used to go to the fun place.

After all, he didn't have a family, and his parents were farming in their hometown, and they didn't think about him as one of the many children who fled their hometown because of the boring life in the countryside.

Keir stared at the thugs in front of him through the eyeholes in his mask and asked, "It's not long after dark, did you see a group of injured people passing by?"

"No, no, no." The thug shook his head like a well's wheel.

Keel stretched out a hand and patted his face: "Think about it, or you'll have to say goodbye to half of your teeth."

Hearing the other party's threat, the thug said in a panic: "Really not, really not. I stayed in our shop all day,

Didn't go anywhere. By the way, shortly after dark, some well-informed people came to our shop and said something to our shop owner, and then we couldn't go in or out. Seeing the panicked look of the boss, it seems that something happened in the level. "

Seeing that the person in the armor on the opposite side didn't make a sound, the thug said quickly: "I really don't know what happened, we usually only work on this street, and we thugs rarely go to other places in the checkpoint." .”

Exhaling a breath, Keel asked again: "So, are you familiar with this street?"

"Yes, I have been to all the shops on the street, and I know people. All I know are thugs hired by other shops. Don't think we are thugs, we are just begging for food. During this time, This shop acts as a thug, and after a period of time, he will go to another house to be a thug. It is said that he is a thug, but he is actually a janitor, preventing some miscellaneous people from messing around in the shop."

"You look like a decent person. You are welcome in the shops on our street, my lord." Speaking of this, the thug forced a fawning smile on his face.

But his flattery is for the blind. Keir has no interest in these messy shops. Apart from eating and drinking, he only has a little interest in those strange monsters in the wild in this different world. Curious, I have no interest in these backward entertainment methods.

Some particularly savage entertainment activities are even more afraid to touch because of the need to avoid 404.

"I know recently, um. Has there been any rude strangers here in the last ten days?"

"You mean?" the thug asked suspiciously.

Keel thought about the characteristics of those bandits: "How many, no more than ten. Rude, united, strong strangers?"

Added another sentence: "I like to get together and act."

The thug's eyes flickered. He obviously realized that the people the man opposite was looking for must have something to do with what happened tonight. This made him feel dangerous. After all, he was just an ordinary thug. Facing the man in full-body armor, he couldn't resist even one face-to-face. How dare he get involved in the affairs of another group of people.

However, now that he is in the hands of this person, it is estimated that if he does not give a satisfactory answer, the other party will not let him go. Why is he so unlucky, but he is just driving away pedestrians who may defecate on the wall next to their shop, so he is so unlucky to be mixed into something that may die.

"My lord, my lord, there are too many people like this. There are too many guard groups in Bingxun Pass who sound like caravan guards. You can meet one every day. I don't know." I know how to answer you."

Kiel thought so too, the foreign caravans will bring goods here, and the guys and guards accompanying the team will definitely come here to play, and the images he mentioned are very similar to those caravan guards.

Thinking of this, he added two more sentences: "In addition to the above, these people are not dressed like guards. At the same time." After a pause, Keel added his conjecture: "At the same time, these people I probably live nearby, and I don’t live with the caravan like the usual guards. Think about it carefully, and if you are satisfied with the answer, I will let you go and reward you with some money. If there is no answer, or I can confirm it It's wrong, fake. Then unless you've been hiding in your employer's shop all your life, I'll give you a good look."

"At that time, you may have to lack one or two things?" Keel said this for the first time, so he was a little excited: "Ear? Or a few fingers you don't need?"

The thug's teeth chattered and begged for mercy: "It's all useful, all useful. When you said that, I remembered that some people did come recently and fought in several nearby pubs. They are also somewhat famous, because several They won all the fights, and the characteristics you mentioned are consistent with them, yes, yes, yes, the most important point, I heard people say that those people really don't seem to be the guards of some big caravan, after all, they drink After the fight, instead of going out from the street, I got into an alley on West Street."

The thug felt the other's thick gloves gripping his chest tighten, and hastily delivered the last news: "They must live in one of the few alleys near West Street. There are some dark houses in there." , because it is close to our place, so outsiders don’t live there, only some locals dare to live there.”

"The alley on the west street." Keel muttered, this street with everything runs from east to west, and the end of the road is west, so if those bandits are hiding here, they should not be close to Bingxun pass A place in the middle would be more appropriate. That is, living on this somewhat chaotic street, and avoiding getting too close to the center of the checkpoint, whether it is the soldiers searching or something happening, there is time to prepare for the response.

Keel let go of his hand and pushed the thug down. Then he took out a handful of copper and iron coins from the small purse at his waist, and threw them to the other party: "This is your reward. Shut your mouth, you haven't seen me, do you know?"

"Yes, yes, my mouth is inflamed, and I can't speak. I haven't seen you, my lord." The thug raised his head, and the man in armor and fur cloak disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up the coins on the ground one by one. Although they sounded like copper coins and iron coins, they were still a lot of money for an ordinary thug like him who didn't have the habit of saving money. income.

Regardless of the coldness of the ground, the thug found all the coins on the nearby ground one by one by using the weak light coming in from the alley, and put them away.

Then he covered the coins tightly, got into the back door of the shop, closed the back door tightly, and moved a heavy object to block it.

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After throwing out the coin, Kiel turned and walked out of the alley. He raised his visor and wrapped his cloak tightly to cover the armor and long sword under the cloak.

Heading west along this bustling street, you will soon come to the end of this street.

At the end of the street is a fence, and inside the high wall is a warehouse. On the other side of the wall, there are various entertainment shops and private houses behind the shops.

The gaps between each shop are the alley passages leading to these houses. The passage is only one meter wide, and there are often some garbage that shops and residents don’t want on this ground.

Fortunately, it is winter, and the mosquitoes and decay are suppressed by the cold, so the whole street does not smell so bad.

Although I heard from the thug that those people were in an alley at the west end of this street, Kiel had to look for them one by one.

He entered from an alley on the westernmost side, carefully smelling where the fresh bloody smell might exist.

After repeatedly looking for three alleys, finally, in the fourth alley, Kiel felt that he had found the right place through the faint smell of blood wafting around.

He moved forward cautiously, going deeper into the alley. With the obstruction of the buildings on both sides, there was no wind blowing from the open area of ​​the street, and the smell of blood in it became even stronger.

Avoiding the rotten wooden frames and broken earthen pots piled up on the ground blocking the way, Keel stopped at several doorways in the alley and found that there was no extra bloody smell at these doorways.

The surroundings are pitch black, only the starlight overhead and a small amount of moonlight provide faint illumination.

Keir stopped, not for any reason, but because he suddenly felt a hidden killing intent.

After thinking about it, Kiel thought of his own armor, and the noise made when he walked had already exposed his whereabouts, so he didn't hide. In this dark and messy dark alley, he asked in the darkness ahead: "who is it?"

The alley was silent for a while, and it seemed that even the mice hiding in the cracks in the walls and the cats in the houses on both sides were quiet.

"Who are you?" A low voice answered from the innermost part of the alley. Keel couldn't tell where the other party was speaking, but he could only roughly guess that it was in front.

Keir curled his lips: "I'm looking for a group of people. They just had a big fight in the level."

"Identity?" The words from the innermost part of the alley were still asking about Kiel's identity and purpose of coming.

He didn't answer, but slowly drew out the long sword at his waist to hunt, and walked forward slowly with the sword in both hands: "It seems that I have found a place."

As he moved forward slowly, the smell of blood in the alley became stronger. It was this place, and the person who questioned him seemed to be one of the bandits.

Walking forward cautiously for a dozen steps, Keir was always on guard against someone hiding behind the debris on the ground.

And the killing intent he could feel was getting stronger and stronger. For a moment, everything around him seemed to be quiet. It seemed that there was only this alley in the whole world, and in the whole world, there were only him and the hidden bandit.

Just when Kiel was guarding against a possible surprise attack on the ground, he was suddenly thrown from the side from the air.

While being thrown down, the front of the neck and the back of the neck were hit by sharp knives.

There was a twisting sound of stabbing, and Kiel fell to the ground, but he was not hurt, because his armor was a full-face armor, and there was a set of cowhide neck armor between the helmet and the breastplate for protection.

The opponent's lore cut his throat just now, but it didn't hurt him.

Kiel, who was thrown down, arched his body and arched the bandit who was still on his shoulder. Although the other party was surprised that the surprise attack just now had no effect, he immediately began to make up his knife, trying to stab Kiel's face with a sharp dagger.

The right hand holding the long sword stretched out suddenly to push the bandit on him away, and at the same time, Kiel stroked the helmet with his left hand from top to bottom, covering the entire metal visor on the helmet.

As the buckle between the visor and the helmet tightened, there was a clicking sound, followed by the sound of the sharp edge of the dagger cutting through the visor. The sound of cutting at very close range made all the hairs on Kiel's body stand on end. The whole body rolled forward, and finally got rid of the opponent while rolling.

Seeing that Kiel's face was covered with armor, the bandit spat, held the handle of the dagger with one hand, stuffed the rest of his fingers into his mouth, and blew a whistle.

A loud whistle sounded.

Immediately, behind a wooden door at the deepest part of the alley, there was the faint sound of several people walking in disorder.

Keir stood up and looked at the bandit who had just attacked him by the light of the moon and stars. After seeing that the other party was holding a dagger in both hands, and one of the daggers happened to be a curved dagger, he realized that the bandit was the one before The bandit who fought him in the hotel.

At that time, if this bandit hadn't stopped him, he would have saved several people from being killed by other bandits in the hotel lobby.

"It's you! The dagger wielder." Kiel stared at the opponent, clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and slowly approached the opponent.

"Is my dagger any good?"

The bandit opposite, Igna, licked his lips: "So you are the guy who is in the way. So, who are you? I don't remember that we have tied up someone like you recently. After all, you have a strong impression on others." This The bandit didn't speak fast, and deliberately said such a long paragraph, but he was giving his accomplice time to come.

Following his words, the wooden door not far behind him opened, and three or five stout bandits rushed over with weapons in their hands.

It wasn't because he had good upbringing and manners that Kiel didn't attack the other party when he was talking. It was because Kiel took care of his opponent after he saw his opponent. He knew that a one-on-one match in this alley Such a bandit fighting with a dagger, especially in such a dark alley, is actually not good for him.

But the next situation will be different. The bandits on the opposite side have not realized that in the future, not only will his companions not be his help, but they will also hinder his battle.

So Kiel deliberately let the other party finish speaking, and then took off the shield behind him when the bandit on the other side came.

His left arm passed through the metal square frame on the back of the shield, and then he held the handle on the back of the shield tightly with his left hand, pushing the shield to the front, while his long sword rested obliquely on the side of the shield, leaving only a sharp section of the sword exposed Point outside, most of the blade is hidden behind the shield.

The bandit on the opposite side saw that Kiel took out a standard knight shield, and immediately realized that something was wrong. The other party was not only wearing armor, but also had a shield. In such a narrow alley, it would be very difficult for bandits like them. Make an effective attack.

Realizing this, Igna yelled back: "Go forward with an ax in your hand, and a shield on the opposite side!"

But Keir on the opposite side has already launched an attack.

Kiel's footsteps accelerated, and the shield slammed straight towards the bandits. The narrow alley made the bandits huddle together. Igna wanted to retreat, but the bandits with the ax behind obeyed the order and responded. shield.

Just like that, Kiel slammed into the bandit Igna with his shield, and at the same time, the long sword that was close to the shield stabbed forward fiercely.

With a pop, the sharp long sword pierced into a bandit's chest. The dagger-wielding bandit who had been aiming reversed himself at the last moment to pass Kiel's fatal blow.

At the moment of dying, Igna shouted loudly: "Axe! Quickly, smash his shield!"

Kiel snorted, stepped back, the shield was still standing upright in front of him, and his long sword was automatically drawn from the injured bandit's body as he retreated.

Pushing away a wounded bandit, the bandit with a hatchet rushed forward, let out a roar, and at the same time swung the ax at Kiel with one arm.

At the moment when the opponent was attacking, Kiel didn't dare to take a breath, so he held his breath, put his shield in front of him, and took a blow from the opponent's axe.

It wasn't that he was confident, but that Kiel saw that the opponent was just a hatchet. Although the bandit hit with all his strength, it was still not as powerful as the long-handled axe. His metal shield has not been in a formal battle since it was forged. Let him see today whether this full-metal shield made of unknown elf metal can withstand an ordinary shield. A full blow from the hatchet.