In the black street, in the sound of a group of black crows being frightened and croaking, a group of people stepped on this land that had been soaked in blood and turned dark red.

A pair of feet in cowhide boots fused the blood with the sewage, and the blood splattered in a pool of blood.

The men's chests and arms, large and small, were tattooed with a dragon's sword.

You don't have to guess when you see this, this is the symbol of the most notorious gang in the south of Black Street, the Dragon Hunters.

The leader of the Dragon Hunter Gang, Dragon Hunter Finch, brought his subordinates to the scene, but the scene was no longer what Celia had been when she left.

The cowhide boots, belts, vests and other clothing on the feet of the three corpses have been looted.

All that's left is a slippery panty, and nothing else, but these people have long been used to it.

After all, they are not unseen, eyes, limbs, internal organs, as long as they are worth a copper in the purchase of merchants.

These poor people in the dark street can give you a clear explanation, as for whether it is evil or not, whether it is taboo or not, they don't care.

As long as there is copper to earn and black bread to eat, it will be heaven for these people.

However, this kind of person is also a minority in the black street, otherwise the order of the black street of Karandu will not be like this, it will only be worse.

But they still considered that the three corpses were members of the Dragon Hunter Gang, and they didn't do anything more ruthless, saving Finch a little face.

Finch was a strong man with a sturdy build, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with hundreds of healing scars on his bare upper body.

The longest and deepest scars are three thirds of brown scars from the right chest to the belly button of the lower abdomen.

Anyone who understands understands that this is the source of the title of Vinci Dragon Hunter, caused by that third-order bipedal wyvern.

But they were still amazed to see them now, because they couldn't imagine that Finch had been injured like this.

How did he survive and bring the dragon's head back to Karando?

However, Finch, who had no right-hand man at all in the past, now has an extra gray-robed man in half of his body behind him, and he can't see his face clearly.

These are the cronies of the Dragon Hunter Gang who have always claimed to be close to Finch, and they appear overnight.

They could only occasionally hear a hoarse voice coming from the black robe, like an elderly woman.

Leaking out of the black robe is a pair of skinny withered hands, which also further confirms this fact.

The hands were bone-beared, and there was not a trace of flesh in sight.

The pleats are layered like molting.

The age spots are also densely packed together, and the dense fear patients are uncomfortable when they look at it.

But what made them even more uncomfortable was that the rough sound of the dragon hunter Finch reached their ears, like thunder, and they all became excited.

"Who knows who did this!"

When I looked up, I saw the gloomy and familiar face, and the fierce eyes.

Obviously, this dragon hunter's current mood is obviously on the verge of anger, and the slightest carelessness will attract his thunderous anger.

Finch's stomach was full of anger now, and he had been in a good mood in the morning.

After all, anyone who sees things successfully completed will feel comfortable and relaxed.

Originally, he also wanted to ask his men to go to the tavern in the trade area to relax, and also to have fun for himself, but after holding it for so long, he still had to vent after all.

But he didn't want his front foot to walk out of the secret warehouse, and the back foot was told that someone was committing murder in the black street.

It's normal to kill people in the dark streets, but it's the dragon hunters who die, or his cousin, which makes Finch a little angry.

I have been obscure all these years, and I haven't made a move, and there are really rats who dare to come forward to test themselves.

However, he was met with silence among his subordinates, and no one knew who had committed the murder.

Originally, the three of them were improvised, and they didn't tell the others their goals at all.

And at that time, most of the people in the dark street were still asleep, plus Celia's solution was very fast.

It didn't cause a commotion at all, it was like a small splash on the surface of a wide lake, and no one cared.

"Boss...... We've heard that the group of people in the western corner have our clothes in their hands, maybe they're coming and asking?"

Someone asked tentatively.

The western corner is a wasteland in the Black Street, but it has recently been occupied by a group of Nomees, who are said to have fled from across the sea, mostly civilians and women.

A few people have the air of a soldier and usually work on the dock side.

Occasionally, I will go out of town to pick up missions, but they are all short and will not stay outside for more than a day.

There is also very little contact with the gangs of the Black Street.

Their leader was also a burly man with a huge broken sword, taller than Finch, and the same as a bear.

"No, they probably didn't do it, but you can ask and remember your attitude. ”

Finch's anger subsided slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

If it was really the Nome who did it, then there was nothing he could do.

Although the burly man looked dull, he was like a madman when he moved, exchanging injuries for injuries. Even if he can win in the end, he will lose both, and he has always stayed away from this kind of person.

Besides, these days, the Nome people are just as well-behaved, staying in the western corner, with no intention of expanding their territory.

In addition to the black street, there is another group of people who steal people's money, but these are harmless little things, and Finch can still tolerate them.

"The trace elements of the spell used to coalesce here...... It should have been killed by a spellcaster. ”

The hoarse voice reached Fincher's ears, and it was the voice of the black-robed man.

At this time, she was already at the entrance of the alley, squatting and looking at the traces on the ground, which was where Celia had been.

Finch was slightly distracted after hearing this, spells?

Where did the spellcaster come from in the dark street?

However, after hearing the old woman's words, his face changed slightly, and he strode forward and asked in a low voice.

"It can't be coming at us, is it? The ritual had just finished its preparations when the caster came...... It's a little strange, Lord Vermil, should the ceremony be slow...... If it is not appropriate to attract the temple......"

He had now put the lives of three of his men behind him, and was more concerned about the targets of the sudden appearance of the caster.

There was some worry in his voice, and he suspected that there was something else behind it.

"No, it looks like he's just a passing spellcaster, but it's too inconvenient to find a more secluded place to hold the ceremony. ”

The black-robed woman named Vermeer said lightly, looking at Finch's somewhat panicked face, but still comforting him in a loud voice.

"Don't be afraid, the group of paladins in the temple will not easily set foot in the dark streets, because when they enter the capital of freedom, the first ones they will not let are those noble lords in the noble district. ”

"They have no less evil aura than us cultists. ”

There was a hint of ridicule in his hoarse voice, and he obviously didn't take it to heart.

Hearing Vermeer's words, Finch finally let go of his hanging heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, Lord Vermeer, the next shipment, if nothing else, will arrive in three months. ”

"When the time comes, let's move on to the next stage in the sewers. ”

"It's just convenient, isn't it?"

Finch pointed out, and Vermier nodded in agreement.

"Well, just the sewers, it's suitable, but it's a bit of a hassle to transport that shipment, and it's a little ...... five hundred years. ”

Vermeer stopped talking.

"When the time comes, there will be no one less on me. ”

But when Finch heard this, he patted his chest and assured her.

"That's settled. ”

After Vermier finished speaking, he also got up and said lightly.

"Let's go, since it's a spellcaster, let's not provoke him recently, if it's really coming at us, it's not too late to talk about it then. ”

"Hmm. ”

Finch nodded helplessly, he naturally understood this truth.

Even if Vermier didn't say it, he knew that the caster had done it, and he had no intention of taking revenge.

The only one who can defeat the caster is the caster.

......

Sewer.

Nina cautiously crawled out of the abandoned pipe, still stained with black-and-blue moss on her hands.

However, under Nina's dark vision, she saw the familiar and unfamiliar buildings on the dry river, and the garbage piled up.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around seven times and eight times, and finally came back.

This trip made Nina's experience feel even more exciting than in the past year, and she almost forgot how to get here, after all, what she is best at is to go back to the original pipeline.

I don't know if I've been out for so long, and Mr. Gordon is in a hurry.

Nina thought.

She jumped lightly from the pipe, walked a few more steps down to the dry river, and searched for a place to stay in the garbage to avoid stepping on the sludge.

Soon, Nina jumped back to the place where she had slept this morning, in a small space under the rubble of waste stones and wood blocks.

The broken door panel was the bed she had with Gordon yesterday.

However, after Nina got into the small space, her heart sank.

Mr. Gordon, who had been here in the morning to shield her from the wind, was a black dragon half as tall as her body.

It's gone!