Charlotte and Claire were not draggy personalities, and after making the decision, the two immediately changed into low-key outfits, and hurriedly left the hotel wearing thick leather coats and cloaks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As a satellite town of the imperial capital, the town is unexpectedly lively at night. The square in the center of town is bustling with people, couples stop to fall in love with the fountain that no longer spews water, children linger on the vendors under the guidance of their parents, and people walk and chat on the green ground of the square after a day's work.

Because of the large number of people, Charlotte and Claire are less conspicuous.

The two of them asked the vendor about the location of the Night Thorn Bar, and the vendor smiled and showed a strange expression, it seemed that this bar in the west of the town was not a good place to go.

In fact, however, there are no serious taverns in Steeu, and almost all of the tavern maids work part-time jobs that cannot be explained.

The two good friends laughed at each other and walked through the dense flow of people towards the target in the west of the town. The farther west you go, the less crowded it becomes, and it seems to be the town's supply area, where the day's workers either go to bed early or have fun, so the noisy streets seem a little deserted during the day.

The cold wind howled, blowing the debris from the streets into a whirlwind in the air. The pedestrians were hurrying, and Charlotte and Claire looked like ordinary pedestrians in a hurry, wearing hoods and tightening their collars.

There are a few young people behind him who are chatting about women, and when they are interested, they will laugh out loud to show their personality. Although she looked like an ordinary young man in a small town, Charlotte frowned slightly.

He whispered under his hood, "I've drunk too much ale, and I need to find a corner to solve my physiological problems." ”

Claire nodded knowingly, "I'll wait for you." ”

With that, he leaned against the wooden pillars of the low houses on either side, lowered his hood with his hands on his chest, and waited quietly to the side.

About a quarter of an hour later, Charlotte returned, and the two met again for the west of town.

"It's already certain. Claire said softly, "They're following us." ”

During the time Charlotte was gone, the noisy young men also very coincidentally stopped, and it was not until Charlotte returned that they followed the two noisily again.

"Hmph. Charlotte sneered, "I really don't know who found an amateur actor, the tracking skills are so lame." I hope it wasn't for Neham, otherwise I doubt he'd still have the power he had now. ”

"What to do?" asked Claire, "do you want to catch them and peek into their memories?" ”

"No need, it's just a bunch of ordinary guys, just see what they want to do. ”

The two of them had made up their minds, and instead of caring about the stalkers behind them, they walked loudly towards the Night Thorn Bar in the envelope.

When the two arrived at their destination, they found that Night Thorn was not a high-end place for consumption. The bar was a pastime for the workers of the west, and the smoky miasma around the bar, the thinly dressed warblers crossed their shoulders to greet customers in the cold wind, and they did not refuse to come, whether they were human or any other race, as long as they had the money, they could take them to the corner.

From time to time, high-drinking drinkers walked past the warblers into the corners, and the streets were filled with the pungent smell of alcohol, and when the two obviously well-dressed approached the bar, the warblers swarmed up like gold coins, and surrounded the two tightly.

The two otaku, who had never experienced this kind of battle, finally got rid of the warbler and entered the bar, and as soon as they pushed open the inferior wooden door, a pungent smell came from their faces.

The sweat of the workers mixed with the smell of alcohol, mixing the air of the whole room into a pot of sticky porridge.

Charlotte covered her nose and said to Claire, "That guy Neham used to be a figure with a head and a face, why did he have such low taste?"

Claire kept a straight face and didn't answer, but she looked pale.

The two of them finally found a relatively clean empty table to sit down, and the barmaids swarmed like bees smelling nectar, and the inferior perfume mixed with the smell of the bar, which made the two pampered young people even more unbearable.

The two of them parted the maid and ordered two glasses of the best wine here to taste slowly.

Charlotte knocked on the table and snorted at Claire.

The young men who had been following all the way into the bar, and they sat down at the bar with ease, gagging with the barmaids, looking like regular customers.

As the minutes ticked by, the wine in the glasses of the two of them was almost bottoming out, but Neham was still nowhere to be seen.

Just as the two were about to run out of patience, a drunkard suddenly pounced on Charlotte's shoulder with a swing. Charlotte's muscles tightened instinctively, and the pre-set spell was triggered, and the man convulsed like electricity and fell to the wine table next to her.

Charlotte was stunned! The protective spell he had set up didn't have the function of electric shock!

What happened was a complete surprise to Charlotte, and the drunkard knocked over the entire table of drinks, and threw down a strong man who was drinking and having fun with his maid in his arms. The strong man angrily raised his foot and gave the drunkard a leg, and the drunkard, who was unwilling to be humiliated, picked up the plate and smashed it hard, but smashed it into the nearby wine table.

It's like a lead that completely detonates the atmosphere of the whole bar.

The drinkers shouted and scolded each other, raised their glasses and smashed each other, and the noisy guys made a coax in the corner, everyone indulged in revelry, huddled in groups and beat up unknown drinkers, and all kinds of trays flew around in the not spacious bar.

Charlotte and Claire were completely disinterested, and the two exited the tavern through the crowd, and before leaving the door, Charlotte looked back and saw that the group of young men who were following her were pushing away the crowd and trying to go out, but they were thrown to the ground by the chaotic drinkers and fell into this chaotic dispute.

"Do you need that?" Charlotte wiped the sweat from her forehead, "It's just a few stalkers, and we can easily get rid of them." ”

"But if you don't, the other party will realize that you have noticed the trace. It wasn't Claire who answered, but behind the two of them, the drunken man put on his hood and hurried past them into the corner, "Come along, two." Believe me, you don't realize the seriousness of the problem yet. ”

It was Neam's voice.

Wearing a hood, Neham hurried ahead to lead the way. Charlotte noticed that his left hand was unnaturally buried in the cloak, leaving only his right hand swinging back and forth normally.

Charlotte and Claire glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

The two geniuses who had been immersed in spells for many years could naturally sense the unnatural aura on Neom's body, and the thick abyssal magic energy that filled his body was all over him, which made him more like a demon than a human.

"Huh. It seems that our old friends seem to have given up on their human identity. Charlotte sneered, this time he decided to take Neam's life with his own hands in order to redeem the wrong choice he had made.

"Be careful. Claire said coldly, "He's not an easy guy to deal with. ”