"Smack!" "Smack!" ...... A dense slap in the face sounded, and bloody teeth flew out of the mouths of more than a dozen adventurers, and in just an instant, those rude adventurers were all swept away by Fiona and the outlets, and they were lying on the ground covering their faces and moaning, one of their cheeks bulging high, all of them swollen.

Such a sudden change suddenly silenced the tavern, which was already full of people, and almost everyone looked at Muria in the direction of the door.

"Isn't this the humanoid magic cannon that opened the way for the holy warriors at the gates of the city? ”

"Hehe, maybe this big guy is ...... too"

"You can't shut up, you don't think this adult can hear what you say, you want to be smoked, right?"

After only a few moments, the drinkers who had come to have fun began to whisper, and it was not long before Muria was recognized as he was known in the city by his previous actions.

Muria ignored the whispering chatterers and sprang up from the ground and flew towards the bar. Behind him, the outlet let out a wisp of dragon power, looked around at the drinkers, and saw that the tavern had become silent again, and immediately showed a malicious smile.

"Call out your Grey Feather here!" Muria said in a calm voice, staring at the bartender who was wiping his wine glass from head to point, and his face was calm.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I don't understand what you're talking about. The young bartender still looked cool, bowed his head and wiped his glass, "If you're not here for a drink, please leave." ”

"Huh!" Muria waved his hand back, too lazy to say anything more, it would be much easier to put a sword on someone's neck and ask a question than to ask a kind question.

"I don't know what is alive or dead, but a gold-level human ant ant dares to snub our Highness. Red Dragon Outlet grinned, stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed him by the hair with a pretending cold gesture that he couldn't resist and slammed it on the bar.

Broken wood chips and crystal chips splattered everywhere, and a large notch appeared on the solid wood bar, which the outlet had smashed with the bartender's face.

"Ahh

But the cruel reality gave him a slap in the face, and his vindictive armor was easily torn apart by the outlet's bare hands, and the young bartender roared, only to be grabbed by the red dragon with a smirk and smashed into the ground.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Ants are ants, and they don't grow stronger by roaring. The outlet stepped on the bartender's head and said with a look of disdain.

"Stop!" It wasn't until the Red Dragon Outlets had ravaged the bartender for more than a minute, almost crippling him, that a shout of anger echoed through the bar.

It's a pity that few people in the tavern have heard this powerful shout, because those adventurers slipped out one by one like rabbits after the bartender showed his gold-level aura.

There is no intention to stop and watch the battle at close range, the battle of the strong can only be watched from a distance, and if you look closely, you will die, and those terrifying combat actions are enough to destroy all the weak ones.

"It's finally out!" Muria looked at the figure that gradually appeared in the air, still arranging with him, and turned her head impatiently to look at the Deep Hell Purgatory: "Miles, I'll leave it to you, ask me everything I want to know." Live or die. ”

After finishing speaking, Muria didn't care about the reaction of the old man who had already revealed his figure and looked gloomy, and walked out of the bar directly. Go outside and wait for the results of the interrogation of your two dragon followers and the devil's minions.

A human old man of the first order of soul intent, three inhuman soul level peaks could not be solved, and Muria felt that they could end their lives by themselves, saving themselves from losing face with their own race.

"Ahh

"That's good!" Muria nodded to Fiona, who had established the barrier silently.

It is worthy of being an old dragon, and experience is rich.

...... It wasn't long before Miles walked out of the tavern with a satisfied look on his face, holding a leather scroll with his name written on it.

"Master, you want it all. ”

You know, even in hell, soul-level souls are not something you can get if you want to, this thing is a precious resource, and it is hard to find, and now, less than a day after being summoned by Muria, he has obtained a soul-level human soul. It's a little weaker, but it's also a soul.

"What is this?" Muria took the parchment roll from Miles' hand and looked at it carefully.

"This is a list of demon hunters who want to assassinate you and shelter. Miles bowed and replied, "All of them have given the Grey Wing organization an assassination mission against the Demon Hunters, and they have all paid a deposit. ”

"So many people who want to kill Leon?" Muriya smiled faintly, "Very good, I really saw it." ”

"These forces that want to kill the demon hunters are divided into three groups, the first group is the nobles who are related to the dark race, the second group is the nobles who have dark blood, and the last group is the dark race lurking in the city."

"Your Highness, these lowly creatures have come to your peril, and I suggest that they be killed all. Red Dragon Outlets said murderously, Red Dragons like to kill.

"Hmm!" Muria nodded slightly, "Fiona, give the locations of these dark races lurking in the city and this list to the Church of the Good God, and let them solve it."

As for these nobles, we are responsible for solving them! ”

"......" Hellpuritory Miles' lips moved, trying to say something, but in the end he gave up again. He felt that it was a bit arrogant to kill so many nobles at one time...... But just think about it, they offended Muria, and it seems that they deserved this kind of fate.

...... In a manor in the city of Patrick's Fortress,

"I heard that the assassination attempt by the Grey Feather Organization failed," a pampered young nobleman with an abnormally pale skin looked at his butler.

"It is said that he was captured alive by the golden dragon in the mouth of the city, and now he should be under trial. The overall dress was meticulous, as if the elderly housekeeper with obsessive-compulsive disorder bowed down and replied.

"Caught, a bunch of waste," the aristocratic young man scolded, "you won't give us a confession, will you?"

"No, Grey Feather Assassin, you can still be trusted. ”

"What if the interrogation comes out and we are found?"

"What can you do with us? Your Excellency, you are a nobleman of the kingdom, and the church has no right to judge you. ”

"Yes. When the young nobleman heard this, he laughed proudly, but at this moment, "Whoa!" the sun from the outside shone down on him.

The young nobleman's smile froze on his face, and he looked overhead, the ceiling of his villa had been overturned, and a young man with black hair and golden eyes looked down at him indifferently and stretched out his hand......