Outside the church.

The Holy City is brightly lit tonight.

As a large city with a population of tens of millions, there are always countless dark corners.

Bands of crusaders roamed the streets in pursuit of their goal.

The news of the Pope's assassination spread throughout the Holy City in just one night, and it is still spreading far and wide, and even though the gates are closed, there are always people who use special methods to get out of the city.

This news spread farther and farther, but not many people knew about the news that the Chinese people had come to the Holy City.

In the tavern, the mercenaries sat together in twos and threes, drinking wine, chatting about the good-looking women in the brothel, the boss was generous, treated his subordinates generously, and talked about some secrets and news that only he knew, and some people didn't know what to say, so they simply made up a story by themselves, although this story was full of loopholes, but there were always mercenaries who drank too much to believe it, and they were not tired of it.

Alansman is a member of the Holy See's assassination team, after a long period of cultivation and struggle, he has now become a king-level assassin, although this strength is not conspicuous in front of the huge Holy See, and it will not be shocking in the vast Holy City, attracting attention.

But Alansmann is still happy that he has the strength he has today.

Originally, he didn't show up here, he should have been in his own home, watching his wife cook, watching his son study, but because of the incident during the day today, the two commanders of the assassination unit actually assassinated the Pope.

The most important thing is that it didn't work out!

Now, all the people of the assassination force are being hunted down by the Holy See!

The crusaders of the Holy See have even begun a city-wide search!

The Overseer, who is also in the darkness with them, is after them.

The knights of the Holy See were already standing in front of their homes, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Aransmann believed that even if he turned himself in, his wife and children would not survive, and over the years, every upheaval in the Holy See has never been merciful.

Most of the water in the rivers of the Holy City is blood, and the reason why the crops outside the city are so tall and grow so well is because there are many corpses buried under that field.

His companions were arrested one after another, and then they were killed without saying a word, and he didn't even have a chance to justify his innocence, although Alansmann knew that no snowflake under the avalanche was innocent, but he was still a little unwilling!

Alansmann drank glass after glass of wine, not fearing that a crusader would walk in.

The liveliest place is often the safest place, and Aransmann believes that even those who are as deep in darkness as himself would not think to visit the Mercenary Tavern to see if there are any suspicious people.

A sneer appeared on Alansmann's face, and he muttered to himself, "You want to kill us all?"

"I'm afraid even you don't know how many assassination troops there are!"

"Oh, by the way, I don't know, I really don't know anyone in the assassination team except for the people I developed. ”

"It's a pity, my people are dead. ”

"Blame the damn Harry and Quyllan!"

"They drank too much, and they dared to assassinate the Pope, the old immortal!"

"The point is that you didn't succeed! It's a shame among us Assassins!"

"Shame, two idiots!"

Aransmann drained the rum in his hand in one gulp, slammed the table, and shouted, "Bartender, give me another glass." ”

Seeing this scene, the owner of the mercenary tavern personally sat in front of Alansmann with two glasses of wine, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, young man, the wine is enough, but if you break the table, you will lose money!"

Aransmann took the glass full of beer and muttered, "If you lose money, you will lose money, uncle, I have money." ”

The tavernkeeper smiled, his shrewd eyes looking Aransman up and down, wondering how to kill the drunkard in front of him who was about to get drunk.

Bang!

The door of the tavern was kicked open, and a group of crusaders entered, and the captain at the head glanced at everyone in the tavern, and then said loudly: "The Holy See now has a mission that needs you fools!"

"Here's your chance to make a lot of money, fools!"

"Catch the person with the image of a short sword embroidered on his clothes, and the Holy See will give a reward of a thousand gold coins, whether dead or alive!"

"If you do a good job, you can join the Crusaders!"

Alansmann, who was already a little drunk, suddenly raised his head, glanced at the Crusader Captain, and then quickly lowered his head so as not to attract his attention, but what he didn't know was that this scene was being watched by the tavernkeeper.

The Crusader Captain took out a reward order from his bosom and slapped it heavily on the bar, glanced coldly at the many mercenaries in the tavern, and turned to walk out of the tavern.

"A group of fools who deserve to die for others for the rest of their lives. ”

No one dared to refute it, and there was silence in the tavern, except for the sound of breathing, until it was certain that the crusaders had gone away, and the tavern gradually became lively.

However, most of them are some swearing.

A group of people who have been carried away by alcohol, and who have been hovering between life and death all year round, can't expect any wonderful and beautiful words to pop out of their dirty mouths, and can say thank you, it's not that guy's head is broken, it must be misheard!

"Look, who is worth a thousand gold coins, with which I can buy a house that is not very big, and then take my two fools from the country, and teach them how to live in the holy city. “

"Bullshit, I think this money is worth it and not spending it! If it's so easy to earn, why don't those idiots make it themselves? Instead, give it to us to earn it?"

"Go to Nima, you kid is cowardly, you deserve to be a poor ghost for the rest of your life!"

Foul language gradually sounded in the tavern.

Alansmann slowly stood up, took a gold coin from his bosom and placed it on the table, and wanted to leave.

Here, you can't stay any longer.

Just as he was about to leave, the tavern keeper picked up the coin first, then stood in front of Aransmann and pushed him back, "Hey, boy, that's not enough. ”

"I already know your secret, if you want to live, give me five hundred gold coins as your life money!"

Alansmann stood up steadily, slowly raised his head, a trace of coldness appeared on his cold face, and he said coldly: "One gold coin is enough for the wine I drink today." ”

"Boss, greed is sometimes a good thing. ”

"But most of it is a bad thing!"