Near the main street of the North End, Saul and Shogues stood in the darkness under the low eaves, looking at the obscene figure on the street who was screaming from the skirt of a prostitute.

"Is that him?" said Hughes, biting a stalk of grass, his tone a little slurred.

Thor narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded silently after a moment.

Spit out the grass stalks, and Shogues opened his mouth to talk about the information he had gathered.

"Mad dog Jost, tsk~tsk...... , what a shameful name! Greedy for money, lustful, became an official member of the Swordsman Guild a year ago, medium strength, and is moving towards the first order. ”

"Occasionally, he will follow a small mercenary group into the wilderness to hunt.,There's no fixed team.,Because of the brutal personality and have a certain reputation in the North District.,Outsiders often claim to be half of the face of the Swordsman Guild.。 ”

On the rainy night that Precia left, Melissa was at the door of the firewood room and had a conversation with a mercenary-looking man. Thor had enough time to observe carefully, so he remembered the face of the man in front of him.

Later, after the door of the firewood room was opened, Melissa brought up the oil lamp source on the wall in her hand, and at that time Thor was busy dodging in a trance, and did not see the faces of the people behind him, and now he even remembered that the number of people was a little blurred.

For now, Melissa's line is broken, but the man known as 'Mad Dog' will be the new thread, and everything Thor wants to know will fall on him.

As for how many people there were at the end of the night, Thor didn't care too much, just drank blood all the way.

"Are you sure we're going to fight against the wind?" asked Hughess casually, his wandering gaze sweeping the street.

The main street of the North District has become a lot more lively at some point, but in Xiugues's eyes, he can see at a glance that there are many more hidden hands on the street now, and it is in a state of full alert, which should be the aftermath of Melissa's death.

Thor lifted his chin at the bustling crowd.

"Since the name of the Brotherhood has not frightened the people we want to frighten, it means that the wind is not strong enough, the fire is not strong enough, and we should work hard to add another firewood. ”

Shogues shrugged.

"Then let's go, if you accidentally die, I'll take care of Erin for you. ...... Uh, I mean, I'll take care of both of them at the same time, ahem...... Cough. ”

The two figures left the darkness under the low eaves and stepped into the light of the street.

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Mad dog Joster is in a good mood today.

At this moment, he was about to go to the South District to collect an old account, and the saber he carried with him was already sharpened.

After the money was in hand, I had made an appointment with the wandering warbler on the street just now, and tonight was destined to be a night of fighting.

After turning into a dark alleyway, Joster suddenly stopped his brisk steps.

There weren't many ordinary people in these alleys, but at this moment there was a short figure standing in front of him.

Just as he squinted to see what kind of fool he didn't have long eyes, a heavy blow slammed into the back of his head, and the mad dog Joster lost the chance to bark, and his last thought before losing consciousness was.

"Who is so hard, the stick is broken!"

When the black cloth on his head was removed, Jost subconsciously shook his head, feeling a little drowsy.

He tried to move, and soon found himself tied tightly to a chair, thick ropes around his wrists, waist, and ankles.

Glancing over the ruined wall in front of him, perhaps in a dilapidated house in the slums, Joster thought to himself.

"Do you know me?" Suddenly the voice was a little muffled, and someone slapped himself in the face with a dagger.

The coldness of the metal made Joster subconsciously avoid it, and he turned his head, only to notice that there was a teenager standing next to him.

Jost stared at the boy carefully, rummaging through his somewhat sluggish memories, then shook his head blankly.

"Do you know a nun named Precia?" the young man's emotionless voice sounded in his ears again.

Jost squinted his eyes slightly and thought about it, and nodded subconsciously.

But the next moment, as his scattered consciousness gradually returned to clarity, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned his head to look at the boy in surprise.

Because the moment he remembered who Precia was, two characteristics of that woman followed in his mind.

One is that she is beautiful, at least the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

Second, she is dead, although he is not a self-inflicted hand, but he is also one of the participants.

Could it be that the woman's relatives and friends have come to seek revenge? Looking at the young man's young age, could it be her younger brother?

"You know about the death of the head nun Melissa, right?"

"You know, it's been all over the town these days. Joster replied nonchalantly, his eyes rolling secretly remembering the boy's appearance, little bastard, I hope your neck is hard enough.

"Now someone has asked us to inquire about the whereabouts of an untraced offering money, and many clues point to Melissa and Presia, both nuns of the Phoenix Abbey. ”

"The current situation is that Melissa is dead, and some say that Precia died at your hands in the chaos of the early days of the famine, so now I want you to tell me the whereabouts of that offering. ”

The boy in front of him seemed to be saying something else.

Someone said, "Die at my hand?" Several questions crept into Jost's mind at the same time, but it was only a very short time before he had the answer in his heart.

After all, there were only four people present that night, and Melissa was dead, so the only ones who could push themselves out to ward off the disaster were the Saimir brothers.

"I don't know what Offering Gold is, and I just know Precia and I don't know each other. Damn it, you've got the wrong person, go home and nurse your mother, or I can help you too. Joster struggled twice in his chair, retorting fiercely.

Thor was expressionless, the dagger in his hand digging fiercely and resolutely into Joorst's thigh muscles, as calmly as a fork against a roast chicken, and then with a backhand punch that interrupted the screams that the other man had to open his mouth but didn't have time to erupt.

Licking off some loose teeth and the blood between them, Jost lowered his head and smiled eerily. His gaze gradually filled with the madness of losing his mind, coupled with two slightly pointed tiger teeth, he looked a bit mad dog at the moment.

Tilting his head suddenly, Jost's murderous gaze met the boy.

Just as he was about to say a few cruel words, he suddenly found that the young man's gaze was not fierce, nor was he indifferent to life, only ...... Calm like stagnant water.

The gaze made Zost uncomfortable.

"Listen to me, friend, I know you may have gotten some news from the Semir brothers, and I did work with them on something, but I didn't do it......"

Thor calmly interrupted Jost.

"I don't know any Brother Semir, I only care about the whereabouts of that money, after all, we have so many brothers waiting to eat, and there are too many difficulties to face. If the answer doesn't satisfy me, you're destined to be a dead dog tonight. ”

Brother?Difficulty?Zost listened with some confusion, and then thought about Melissa's death, and at one moment he suddenly looked up at the boy with a sudden bliss.

"You are...... Brotherhood?"

Thor didn't reply, but pulled out an iron insignia and threw it into his arms.

Looking down at the wolves on the emblem, a very bad thought arose in Jost's heart, and he was really a little scared at the moment.

In the face of this force that even the old mayor's tiger beard dares to pull out, which mushroom is he a mushroom?

So in response to Presia's death, Joster began his own story.

The participants of that night, the cause and effect, the process and the ending. Even when narrating the process, perhaps to express his sincerity, Jost did not let go of a single detail.

Including what they did to that beautiful and kind girl, how they toyed with her, how they tortured her, and how they ate her flesh in the end.

Zoster admits that nothing has been missed.

But what he couldn't see was that there was another teenager standing in the corner behind him, as if part of the wall.

By this moment, the young man's eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, his teeth were rattling, and the dagger was deep into the wall.

Even Shogues himself didn't notice why he watched Thor stand there silently, but his own heart was tormented.

He wanted to rush up and grab Thor by the placket and roar at him, "What about your anger? What about your outburst? I'd rather you be crazy at the moment than calm at the moment."

But Sol had been standing there so quietly, as if listening to a distant story, until Jost's voice had landed, and he asked flatly.

"Are you finished?"

"It's over. Jost nodded solemnly.

After clarifying the cause of Precia's death, at least the biggest suspicion was transferred to the Saimir brothers, after all, their lives are much better than their own, and the Brotherhood can find out as long as they take action.

Just as Jost was secretly looking down in thought, he suddenly noticed that he had an extra head on his shoulder. The next moment, he heard the boy whisper in his ear.

"Taste her suffering. ”

The voice was a little torn, a little hoarse, more hollow, like a small stone rolling down into the abyss.

Jost's pupils contracted suddenly, not even noticing that a dagger had circled around his neck. The moment he heard the word 'she' in the young man's mouth, he finally saw the truth at a glance.