Sulfona shook her head, she felt as if there was such a thing, and as if there was no such thing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoEver since the start of the mission that Lulu gave to Sulfona, Sulfona's spirit has not stopped tense for a moment. After being attacked by rampaging demons in the towns around the Holy City, he takes Alik and them to the watchtower, where they discover a series of secrets. Sulfona's brain was a little confused, but she was still fighting her spirits.

"Why are you still here when you've cleaned up the battlefield?"

"I'm waiting for you. ”

"Why are you waiting for me, can't you explain to me everything that's going on here?"

"It's not. Elamida shook her head, "It's about your next move." ”

"What's next?"

"That's right! Congratulations, No.45, you've successfully completed this task. You found the source of the nearby demon attack and told No.2 the news, and finally you and No.2 fought the demons together. Unfortunately, No.2 was sacrificed, and the demons were completely eliminated, but it was already good for No.45 fighters. The organization has decided to promote you to No.39, congratulations!"

Elomeda read the passage quickly in a high-pitched voice, and then began to applaud in a dry rhythm. Sulfona looked indifferently at Elamida's eyes between the bandages, after all she had been through, she had no interest in the rank of the warrior. Elumida, who didn't look embarrassed at all, smiled, then stopped clapping.

Sulfona looked at the man in black in silence.

"At the same time, No.39. Your next mission has arrived, and your mission teammates are already waiting for you. ”

"Mission teammates?"

Sulfona was stunned for a moment, and she saw two warriors slowly walking out of the woods. One of them had long, wavy blond hair and looked calm and haughty. The other warrior was approached by the hand of the first warrior, her eyes closed and silent. The silent warrior is petite and has short blond hair. Her short hair looked much prettier than Sulfona's, shining gracefully in the sunlight. The warrior who walked in front shook her long golden curls and bowed slightly at Sulfona as a greeting. The petite warrior in the back didn't move, like a puppet.

Moisture in the air filled the warriors, and Sulfona grew her mouth.

"No.37 and No.32, these two fighters are at the same time as you, so you must be very familiar with them. There are only three of you left in this issue, but you have to be as close as you want, aren't you?" the bandages on Elamida's face floated up and down, as if with a subtle smile.

"You ...... I ......"

Sulfona wanted to say something but couldn't open her mouth. After becoming a warrior, Sulfona once again felt like a world away when she thought back to the past. She hadn't figured out how to face Jacelyn and Doris yet, when the sudden encounter left Sulfur at a loss.

"Alright, let's hurry. Elomita clapped her hands, calling Sulfona's attention, "This is for you." ”

Sulfona took what Elumedar had in her hand, slightly stunned.

It was a black letter.

"As a warrior, you know exactly what it means. Elamida said.

“…… When warriors realize that their will is at their limit, they usually want to die as humans. At this point, they take out the black letter contained in the hilt of their weapon and hand it over to the warrior they most want to die in their hands through a proxy. Usually the agent packs the black letter in a black envelope and passes it to the warrior. The warrior who received the Black Letter would go to the agreed place to kill the owner of the Black Letter......"

"That's right, this is the No.3 black letter, and now I'll give it to you. ”

"No.3 is not good anymore?"

Sulfona was stunned. She had heard before that the Northern Town Guard led by No.3 had lost in battle, but she didn't expect to send out a black letter so soon. Is this really to the limit, or is it a disguised suicide? But if you calculate it this way, the strength of the organization is actually greatly reduced. According to the information transmitted by Lulu, the first-ranked Virginia is missing, the second-ranked Herty is now dead, and No.3 has also sent a black letter, which can be described as a disaster.

But—

"But I don't know No.3, why did she ...... this letter"

Sulfona said as she opened the envelope. Inside the black envelope is a black card with a sword mark belonging to No.3 painted on it. The moment she saw the sword mark, Sulfona felt a wave of dizziness. Suddenly, she returned to her childhood. She practices swords with Tifa, who goes by the alias Mary, before being taunted by a mysterious man hiding in the woods. Sulfona walked over and found a dying creature covered in blood with a sword by her side. The sword seems to have a similar pattern engraved on it. Young Sulfona felt her heart beat faster and faster, and she wanted to pick up the sword on the ground to see if it was the sword mark in the black letter. However, for each warrior, their broadsword is like a continuation of their siblings. Just as Sulfur was about to touch the great sword, the dying man suddenly widened his pale golden eyes and let out a snort.

"No.39, what's wrong with you?"

Elomita asked when she saw that Sulfura was stunned. Only then was she able to break free from her memories.

"I ...... I...... No, nothing. Sulfona shook her head and reassembled the black letter in her hand, "Just a little tired." What did I say just now? By the way, I don't know this No.3 at all. ”

"Don't you know each other?" said Elomeda, looking thoughtfully at Sulfona, Jacelyn, and Doris, "Is it ......?"

Sulfur looked at the man in black for some reason, and Jaslin pulled out two black letters from his pocket.

"Sulfona, in fact, this black letter was not addressed to a particular person. "Our generation of living warriors have all received this black letter. I have, and Doris has it. Warriors generally send black letters to their friends or opponents, whether they are close or not, they are generally the same person. I also think it's strange to send out a lot of black letters at once. ”

Sulfona stroked the black envelope in her hand and froze.

By the time Brewster walked out of the watchtower, the rain had stopped. The sun rising again in the sky did not give him the slightest warmth, and Brewster's whole body was in a state of confusion, as if he had had a terrible dream. Brewster saw the soldiers counting their losses, dead bodies laid out in a row on the ground, waiting for their families to come and claim them. Brewster saw that the walls of the city wall were charred black, and there was a strange smell in the air. Brewster saw the people of the Holy City in disarray, some arguing with each other, some staring at the ground in fear. Brewster knew it wasn't a dream, it was all real. Because he failed to stop the girl in the end, the Holy City was devastated for decades.

The young knight walked down the muddy street with stiff legs, and the people around him looked at him with wary eyes. Brewster knew he must have looked horrible, his eyes must have been red, and his beard was messy. But he didn't take care of his mood at all, not at all. The sun in the sky shone blindly, and in order to hide from everything, Brewster went to the tavern that Alik frequented the most. He followed the example of the old knight, ordered a glass of wine, and drank it for the day. The man next to him looked at Brewster in amazement, and he slammed his glass into Brewster's hand.

"Has anyone in your family died?"

"I don't know. ”

"Don't know?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything. Brewster said, grabbing his hair, as if he wanted to take it off, "By the time I came to my senses, everything had changed." Even I don't feel like myself anymore. ”

"Weirdos. The man next to him shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then do you know about the demon's attack on the Holy City?"

"Oh, the demons have attacked the Holy City?" said Brewster, with a lack of interest, "and then?"

"And then Master Palmer led us to defeat the demons!" shouted excitedly to the people next to them, "Thank you, Lord Palmer, thank you Master Cook! You should have seen how the soldiers used the new watchtower to beat those horrible monsters to the ground. ”

"Palmer?"

Brewster muttered in surprise. Brewster knew that the demons must have carried out a terrible attack on the Holy City, but he didn't expect that the person who knocked them down turned out to be Palmer.

"You hillbilly, you want to add me an adult!" said the man next to him, dissatisfied, "Lord Palmer is one of the few good men in the nobility. When the demons attacked the city, most of the nobles ran away, and only Lord Palmer lived and died with us. You don't know that, what an idiot!"

Immediately, there was a laugh from the bar. The people around were also looking at Brewster, they were watching the joke. Brewster's face was expressionless, he didn't care at all about what others thought of him now. On the contrary, he is more concerned about Alex's end.

"That, like a demon in armor, how was it defeated?"

"Monsters in armor?"

Ordinary people did not really see the scene of the fighting, and they looked confused. In the corner of the bar, a middle-aged man wrapped in bandages stood up, and he staggered to the bar.

"You're talking about the leader of the demons! Indeed, it was a very ferocious monster that eventually climbed the walls. I also participated in the defense of the Holy City, but I did not go to the front line. The man looked like a soldier, and he wiped the wine foam from his beard, "I heard that Lord Palmer ordered everyone to shoot arrows. It wasn't the kind of jaw-colored arrow you'd normally see in a quiver on a hunter's back, it was a big man who could shoot through bluestone. Then I put oil on it, and the special oil made the demons all over the body, and it couldn't be extinguished when it burned. Can you believe it? Even though it's raining, the fire on the monster is still burning. ”

"Dead...... Yes......" Brewster muttered.

"That's right, killing it would be a waste of our strength. Thanks to Master Palmer's leadership. At first, we thought that he was a bad breed like other oily-haired and powdery aristocratic sons. But I didn't expect him to be so calm and wise. ”

Brewster frowned, he wasn't used to these people complimenting Palmer so much. In his mind, Palmer was a scumbag, with a messy, sinister and despicable private life.

"This Palmer ...... My lord, are you now the new leader of the Holy City?"

"No, I don't know. The man next to him shook his head with his beer, "He suddenly disappeared after he finished directing us. He was the first to stand in the most dangerous times of the Holy City, and he went incognito when the Holy City was safe. It's like he built a watchtower in obscurity, which is really admirable. ”

"That's it!" said the other, "the rest of the nobility are rubbish by comparison. We pay them so much in taxes. In the midst of the Battle of the Holy City, we finally saw this clearly. There is a grapevine that those demons are actually secretly raised by people from the church and the nobility......"

The bartender at the bar slammed his glass on the table, looking nervous. The people around looked similar, and they were all silent about the question. Anyone with a little brain knows that civilians shouldn't be discussing this. Even the big guys have to mumble a word or two when no one is around. But there are always people with big mouths, and as soon as they drink this cat urine, they start to be unscrupulous.

"It is said that there is an evil art that can turn humans into demons, and it was developed by those corrupt nobles. Those who are turned into demons will be treated as warriors. ”

"Warrior?" Brewster raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, warrior. Go to the north to defend the land and fight monsters. Or as a soldier, encircling and suppressing the big sword organization hidden in the mountains. Truth be told, those blonde-haired, silver-eyed freaks are disgusting. ”

"The Great Sword has helped us a lot. Brewster retorted.

"Yes, but who knows if those freaks will turn around and kill people? A drunken man stood up and talked loudly, "Moreover, the great sword will only work for the rich." They say they're demon slayers, but if they don't give them the gold the size of a human head, they won't even take the big sword off their backs. So, only those who can afford to pay for it will love the broadsword. ”

"Rich people are not good things!" a drunk man threw the cup in his hand and said, "I heard that the church and the nobles raise demons, and the people in the Chamber of Commerce are not only money!

"It turns out that the Chamber of Commerce has done something like this. "I shed a few tears for their president to be killed." I didn't expect to die like such a scumbag, who deserved to be killed!"

"That's it!"

The crowd around them was excited, and they became soldiers who had just joined the battle to defend the Holy City, and at another they looked like knights robbing the rich and giving to the poor, and when they commented on the situation, they were as wise as the nobles' staff. Suddenly, the gang's high-pitched talk was interrupted by a crisp sound. Brewster's glass overturned, and the wine spilled. The people around them stood up one after another to avoid getting the liquor. The person next to him stood up and was about to go crazy, but Brewster grabbed him by the collar.

"What did you just say?"

"Live...... He deserved to be killed?" the man wanted to be angry, but he was trembling at the sight of Brewster's blood-red eyes.

"Who was killed?"

"Chamber of Commerce President?"

"The Chamber of Commerce President?"

"That's it, the ...... named Church."

Brewster suddenly lost his strength and slumped in his chair. The people at the next table looked at Brewster with the eyes of a madman, but they were not afraid to speak. There was a sigh from someone around them, who thought Brewster was a petty trader. The death of the president of the Chamber of Commerce was indeed a heavy blow to the small traders. A hand was placed on Brewster's shoulder, and the man said in a deep voice.

"Little brother, it's been a long time since you inquired about it. The president of the Chamber of Commerce died last week. ”

"I ......," Brewster said in a hoarse voice, "he ...... How did he die?"

"I don't know, I was killed anyway. Some say that the Assassin infiltrated the house, while others said that he died while going out at night to meet his lover. ”

"The way he looks, women won't like him. ”

Brewster muttered. After saying that, he thought it was a little ridiculous. So Brewster laughed, and he laughed, and the laughter began to grow dry and hard. It's like pebbles rubbing against each other. Brewster lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

"Little brother, do you really not know these things?" asked the person who spoke carefully.

"I ...... I didn't even know ......"

Brewster grabbed his face in chagrin. He remembered Hetty's hesitant expression, and remembered the mysterious girl's faint hint. Brewster should have noticed it a long time ago, but in his impression, his father was invincible. He only worried about whether his father would exploit others, but he never thought that something would happen to him. The man on crutches was much heavier in Brewster's mind than he had imagined.

The person who spoke sighed.

"Do you know what happened to the Chamber of Commerce?"

"Chamber of Commerce...... Finished?"

"It was said that he was involved with demons, so he was confiscated. There is a huge amount of liquid money missing, and some people say that it is used to breed demons. Some people say that they want to establish themselves as kings, and they want to rebel. The accoster said as he carefully drew a cross on his chest, "Anyway, the name Church already stinks, and you don't need to be too sad." It's good to get out of this kind of person early. ”

"Yes......"

Once upon a time, dissociating himself from Church was something Brewster fought for. Now it sounds so unreal.

"So, you don't know about that, do you?"

"What else?"

Brewster looked up, and he felt a blow to his face. Brewster didn't know what was happening, and his body circled around the pillars of the bar, sweeping everything on the table to the floor. He tried to get up, but suffered two more blows to the face. Someone snapped the plate to his head, and the slimy touch slid down the back of his neck. The young knight felt only stars in his eyes, and only his ears could faintly hear the faint sound. He heard the confusion, the screams of women, the sound of chairs falling to the floor, and the laughter of the person who spoke to him.

"So you don't know that the son of the current president of the Chamber of Commerce, Brewster, is the most wanted man in the Holy City. It is said that the liquidity of the Chamber of Commerce is in his hands. Whoever catches him will get a big bounty!"