The tavernkeeper looked at Aransmann with a smirk and said, "Boy, don't look at what this place is. ”

"Why, I can see in your eyes that you want to kill me. ”

"Are you sure you dare, though?"

"As long as I shout, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave!"

After saying that, the tavern owner looked sideways at the mercenaries in the tavern, and the mercenaries also shouted in cooperation, most of the mercenaries who drank in this tavern already knew what kind of virtue the tavern owner was, thinking that he was going to kill people again, and waited to see a good show.

After all, just a few calls at a time will give you a free glass of wine, and if you're lucky, you'll get a free drink today.

Obviously, this is not the first time this has been done.

Alansman looked at the tavern owner quietly, took out a golden ticket worth a hundred gold coins from his waist and put it on the table, and said coldly: "One hundred, there is no more." ”

The tavern suddenly resounded with the sound of gasping cold air.

The mercenaries also exchanged their heads and talked about what the hell this guy came from, he had so much money and drank in such a place!

The tavern keeper clasped his hands around his chest, looked at Alansmann with a sneer, and said, "Maybe I should ask the Holy See for that money, in that case, I won't have to open this tavern again." ”

Aransmann's face changed suddenly, he looked at the corners of his exposed clothes, and walked forward step by step: "Maybe you won't be able to get that money." ”

"I'll give you one last chance, get out of the way!"

The tavern owner sneered, looked sideways at the mercenaries, and said, "Guys, this guy is the Crusader looking for... ”

Before he could finish speaking, Aransmann was already standing in front of the tavernkeeper, like two people in an embrace.

The tavernkeeper clutched his throat and stepped back, his eyes full of horror.

With a cold face, Alansmann looked at the tavern owner and said, "I've already given you a chance, man. ”

"Greed sometimes makes you die without a place to bury. ”

The mercenaries in the tavern also stood up at this moment, their eyes fierce, staring at Alansmann tightly.

"It seems that we are lucky, even if we divide it evenly, we will each get a lot of money. ”

Soon, a mercenary who took the lead stepped forward and made a loud proposal.

Aransmann looked at everyone and said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you, take this money, you will be involved in the internal affairs of the Holy See, whether you are guilty or innocent, when everything is settled, you will all die." ”

"If I were you, I would never be tempted by that money, even though the thousand gold coins seemed so tempting!"

In his right hand, Aransmann held a dagger, stained with the tavernkeeper's blood.

Mercenaries, look at me, I look at you, some people began to hesitate, and some people began to think about whether the money was good or not, and in the end, they still did not move to stand in front of Aransmann to block his way.

A smile appeared on Alansman's face, he bowed slightly, put away the dagger in his hand, and said, "Very good choice, you have successfully saved your life."

With that, Alansmann walked straight out of the tavern.

Some of the mercenaries in the tavern looked at each other and walked out of the tavern in unison, some following behind Alansmann, while others gradually moved away from here to find helpers.

Alansmann, who noticed that someone was following him behind him, sneered, walked forward on his own, and slowly blended into the crowd.

And the mercenaries who hovered on the verge of life and death all year round also had good tracking skills, and no matter how much Alansmann tried to hide himself, he always followed Alansmann fifty meters behind.

And around, there are a lot of mercenaries coming this way.

Alansmann kept pointing forward, then left, then right, into the underground black market in the Holy City.

There, no matter what happens, no one cares, and even with the presence of the Overseer, Alansmann believes that he can easily deal with them.

This end of the road is a bit dark and without any light, this was originally an underground station, but it was abandoned due to disrepair, and now it is a necessary section of the road to the black market.

I know that there are many people here, but today, there are not many people who come and go.

The mercenaries walked into the passage in pairs.

Aransmann stood in the middle of the passage, quietly waiting for the mercenaries to attack, as an Assassin, the night was his home turf.

Slowly pulling out the dagger in his arms, Aransmann closed his eyes and listened to the movement outside.

"One, two, three,...... Fifteen. ”

"There is such a person who is not afraid of death. ”

Alansmann walked forward step by step, even in complete darkness, he could still clearly distinguish whether there was an obstacle in front of him, whether there was anyone in front of him.

The passage fell silent until a scream rang out.

The blood fell to the ground with a ticking sound.

The mercenaries at the head turned on the lights vigilantly, looked around vigilantly, and at the same time instructed his companions: "Be careful, this guy is a little weird." ”

Everyone nodded in unison, looking warily at the darkness.

And what they didn't know was that Aransmann, right above their heads, grasping the steel bar in one hand and the dagger in the other, ready to harvest a man's life again.

Cold words rang out in the dark passage.

"You see, it's not easy to get the money, is it? ”

"I reminded you that this is an internal dispute in the Holy See, and whoever gets involved will die. ”

"Who do you think is worth the high price of a thousand gold coins?"

"Actually, this price is still a bit low for me, how can it be 100,000 gold coins, do you say, fools. ”

Letting go, Alansmann fell from above, the dagger circling around the throat of one of the mercenaries, screaming, and then immediately coming to an abrupt halt, the mercenary who had wiped his neck clutching his throat, let out a slight cough, blood gushing out of the wound, and then splattering on the ground.

The death of another man sent a chill through the hearts of the surviving mercenaries.

The mercenary at the head looked around calmly and said loudly, "Who are you?"

"Why did the Holy See hunt you down?"

Aransmann chuckled, slowly wiped the dagger in his hand, stood in the corner, and said softly, "Me?"

"No, it's not me, it's us. ”

"It's us, not me, that the Holy See is hunting. ”

"We are the darkness under the light of the Holy See, do you think that anyone can be involved in the battle between light and darkness?"

"Although we seem to be miserable now, mine is dead. ”

"But as long as one of us doesn't die, the fight doesn't end.