The door opened, and as if it had been closed for a long time, the air rolled up an inexplicable layer of dust as soon as it circulated, dancing in the light that penetrated through the crack in the door. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But on closer inspection, the windows were rather clear, and someone had deliberately cleaned them—and this man was sitting in front of Mirosławku.

"Oh? You're coming. I thought you'd run out of this tavern in a panic. Looks like we can talk about it in earnest. The man seated at the table was dressed in a crimson open-collared tunic with chain mail in the middle of it with a string attached, and a jacket on the outside, and dark brown pumpkin-shaped shorts with pantyhose, the standard Dumar aristocratic attire, with a small hat decorated with goose feathers.

"Oh my gosh. Look at who they've sent. A pompously dressed gentleman deliberately left a note for me to make such a boring joke. Also, there are countless taverns in Kukunad, but I've never seen one with a single penthouse that leads to the basement, and some of the imps use it as entertainment. You must think that the implication that "there is an enemy out there corresponding to the inside" must be very cleverly designed. Mirosławku sarcastically mocked the young man in front of him mercilessly in a mocking and caustic tone.

"Oh, I thought it was necessary to dress appropriately to see such a big man as you, but I didn't expect you to dislike it so much. As for the note, you know we'll have to change the meeting place for fear of overheard, but I can't take you in stride into this attic, so I'll have to use a little trick. Oh, don't be angry, don't be angry! It's just a stupid joke made by the juniors, let's get down to business. Now most of the people in the city have listened to Margok's stupidity and think that you are in league with them. In this way, if we elect you to lead the people, there is a high risk that the people will lose their hearts. What the organization means is that we either have to prove your innocence or we have to change a leader on the surface. What do you say? ”

Mirosławku had guessed this before, but now the young man's words have proved it once and for all—Margauk wants to make him famous, so that the underground organization will have one less appealing spokesperson. I have to say that this former Kaiser Elector is very cunning.

"There's no need to stand up and prove my innocence now, it would expose the ravens lurking in the shadows to the moonlight. I will continue to provide you with all the help I can, and I will not spare my life if necessary. Now, you need a new leader, but it's not urgent, in fact you just need to put the spokesman in the front on the day of the uprising. ”

"Very well, I will bring this advice to the organization. This place can only be used once. The next meeting will take place in half a month at the Iron Furnace Tavern, which is the tavern in the center of the city. Also, it's up to you to mediate with the dwarves for help. ”

The young man stood up, a silver sword pinned to his waist, the blade still mottled with blood. Mirosławku was a little surprised: "You killed someone on the way?" ”

"yes. How else would I know that this room is full of Assassins? The young man smiled and walked to the window. But don't worry, it's just a lonely one, and those people won't find out that they're missing a companion so quickly. With that, he jumped and jumped.

Mirosławku watched the young man go away, gradually obscured by the abrupt rise of the hills, and the moonlight was clear, covering everything with a silvery gray, and everything was silent, except for a few restless ravens passing by, and their hoarse chirps beckoned to their companions, and the onslaught of the evening breeze faded into the night.

……

"You haven't seen Mirosław in a few days. What if he encounters an Assassin? That morning, as Lobita was sharpening her dagger, she looked at the name of Mirosław engraved on the hilt, and suddenly remembered the vigorous old man.

"He? He's going to be fine. No one dared to provoke him easily. Jamila was fiddling with her staff, which did not shoot a tapered glow from the inside out, like a short club, and did not show any lethality at all.

"Oh? I didn't see that he was so deeply hidden. Lobita then applied a layer of oil to the blade, giving the blade, which had been reflecting a cool glow, a little softer.

"Nope. He didn't have much to do. Jamila pinned the "short stick" to the belt around the waist of the short dress, which looked very inconspicuous. It's no wonder that before Jamila took the cavalryman's bayonet spear, Lobita thought she was empty-handed.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go and join him. The past few days of practice is to wear down your patience, and your fighting skills are already excellent at this age. Looks like Kerick taught you a lot of real things. ”

Before leaving, Lobita carefully sorted out her weapons, a sharp short knife pinned to her waist, a dwarven broadsword, and a handcuff. It was enough, but the old dwarf insisted that he bring another longbow, but he did not give him a quiver or explanation, but fortunately, the bow and arrow were relatively light, and Lobita had to accept it. But thankfully, the old dwarf got them another pony, and there was no way, most of them are in the south.

"Well, I say, Lord Jamila, do you know how to ride a horse?" Lobita stroked the unruly guy and asked Jamila helplessly.

The journey on the road is always long and boring, even if the willows on both sides are like smoke, the olives and vineyards are green and purple, and it will feel a little boring after watching it for a long time. Fortunately, the destination was not far away, about an hour away, and the two groups met in a woodland. Mirosławku and his party also rode horses, but they were typical northern Hahllevyweed horses, much better than southern ponies in terms of explosiveness and endurance.

As soon as Mirosławku, who was the head of the opposite party, met him, he raised his index finger and signaled Lobita that they should not speak yet: "Okay, there is no need for a pleasantry." Let me briefly describe the current situation. First, the underground organization has already sent people to meet with me. It is true that Margauk wants to tarnish my reputation and make me lose the trust of the people of Dumar, but it is an inconsequential matter. The second is to remove the previous Iron Shield Clan, I have currently contacted the Liuanvil, Silver Wrist, and Doom Clan, and these three clans have a very poor relationship with the Kaiser Royal Court, so they all expressed their support for me

Guys. There was only one Bloodblade clan left, and the attitude was not clear. The liaison also did not arrive at the junction location on time. ”

"Mirosławku. I think they either had civil strife or were invaded by foreigners. So we'd better be careful. And judging by the name Bloodblade, they may not be so yearning for peace. Lobita voiced her analysis.

"It's a possibility. Even though they lived within the same walls, tribal disputes still occurred from time to time. The previous Iron Shield clan was plagued by disputes. Anyway, let's go to their territory first. Mirosławku suggested.

"Oh, Mirosławku, Miss Alexia asked me to bring you a packet of marijuana." Lobita remembered this and took out a burlap bag from her bosom.

"Alexia? I don't know. But I'd love to give me a pack of marijuana for nothing. Mirosławku took the marijuana, looking at it as if he really didn't know the woman.

They rushed towards the Bloodblade Territory, and the scenery changed slightly along the way, from the original hills, jungles and small manors to strange peaks and rocks everywhere, and it was obvious that they gradually entered the mountainous area, which was the source of the river of raids, the Great Copper Mountain. The rock, which is usually a mixture of limonite and hematite, is gradually turning blood red, in other words, it is rich in iron ore and most of the high-quality iron ore in Kukunad.

Eventually, they were guided by the locals to the entrance to the Bloodblade Realm, where a large gate carved out of bloodstone stood on the mountain path, and next to the gate was an iron fence made of iron.

"Oh, Outlanders, do you know why they made gates out of blood rock? For though they are dwarves, they have insulted the dwarf lintels. Their smelting and forging skills are very poor, so they can only trade the raw ore here with the dwarves down the mountain in exchange for metal products, and I say, they have devoted their whole lives to fighting, so they can't get started with what the dwarves are supposed to be good at, like elm heads. The leader laughed and exposed the ugliness of the Bloody Blade Clan. Of course, after Jamila gave him a few livres, he left with a sense of humor.

"They locked the gates, rejecting all visitors from outside, and it seems that Lobita's conjecture is correct, the Bloodblade Clan is indeed in some kind of crisis." With that, Jamila jumped off her horse and stepped forward to inspect the gate.

Sure enough, the gate was tightly closed, and the tall stone gate was covered with black-green patches formed by the erosion of the rain, and the whole stone gate looked ugly, like a closed demon, unleashing malice on every outsider.

"What do you think, Mistress Mirosławku?" Jamila rubbed her hand against the mottled marks on the stone door and the dark holes, wondering what she was pondering.

"We can't come for nothing! Lord Jamila, please use your magical powers to teleport us to the other side of the door, we must find out what happened to the Bloodblade Clan today, and if they give us assistance. ”

"As you wish." Jamila turned her head and stretched out her right hand to them, Sakura's lips moved slightly, as if she was chanting some incantation, and then the shadows of people and horses turned into hollow clocks, and the second hand in it turned rhythmically, and gradually a wall of wind gathered around everyone, and no sound could be heard, even the scene outside became blurred, everything was so strange, of course, if they turned around, they would be even more surprised—a shallow moon was hanging in the air, opposite the sun.

"Huh-", suddenly the surrounding scene changed, and before everyone had time to react, they found that they had come to the other side of the door. Several of the horses leaped to their feet, almost causing them to turn on their backs, but Lobita, who knew nothing about horseback riding, grabbed the leash at the last moment and did not fall.

In this way, without danger, they continued to march towards the territory. Spiraling up the winding mountain road, there was nothing terrible to see, but the more this happened, the more careless it became, and Lobita drew his handcuff and aimed at every bend, but no enemy appeared each time. In this way, they gradually entered the deep mountains, listening to the melodious birdsong and looking at the rocks and cypresses. And the legendary flower of blood, hyacinth, can be found almost everywhere, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Okay, let's rest for a while, give the horses plenty of water, and we'll have to see their patriarch later, it's too much to be a dusty man."

Everyone found the rocks and sat down, Jamila deliberately sat on the rocks very close to a cluster of hyacinths, and Lobita sat with Mirosławku and the others. He looked at his guards, who had fled together that day, but he had not remembered the faces of most of them, and now he saw that there were hairy boys about the same as him, and some of them were gray-haired, and of course he deliberately looked at the two of Mirosławku's attendants. It wasn't until the other party noticed him that he withdrew his gaze, fiddled with the delicate handcuff in a bored manner, and then straightened his arm and aimed at a forest pipit in the tree, and flicked the trigger, and a loud gunshot was heard. The forest pipit hurriedly flew away after hearing the gunshots.

Of course, this shot was not fired by Lobita, and everyone looked at each other after hearing the gunshot, followed by a series of gunshots, and the faint sound of people wailing. There is a situation.

Everyone hurriedly got on their horses and advanced quickly in the thorny mountains, looking around to find the traces of the battle just now - sure enough, not far from the resting place just now, on a pile of rocks, there were more than a dozen corpses of dwarves, judging from the red facial lines on their faces, they were the Bloodblade Clan. However, it is quite paradoxical that next to this, there is also a human corpse, judging from the clothes of a figure similar to a professional mercenary. The body was intact, except for the obvious blood stains and bullet holes on his left chest, which revealed the cause of his death.

One of the guards dismounted to inspect it, and he pulled out a medallion from inside the corpse's coat—carved into it was a blooming hyacinth.

"Oh? Actually someone from the Southern Venture Capital Alliance? Jamila was surprised to see the pattern on the medal.

"Is that them? But it doesn't matter, since they actually provoked our possible partners, we have a reason to kill them. Mirosławku gestured, and all the guards drew their weapons. Don't be soft-hearted. ”

Jamila kicked the horse in the belly with the saddle, and the pony galloped, and around a bend, he saw dozens of people in front of him dressed like the corpse before, Lobita shot from behind, killing an enemy on the spot, and then he brought out the broadsword from behind, and with the powerful impact of galloping, it pierced directly through the chest of an enemy, and then lowered the sword, dragging the corpse out of the crowd. At the same time, Jamila smashed the head of an enemy with her staff.

The enemy reacted, shouting "Respond to the enemy!" He raised his musket and aimed it at Lobita, and just as he was about to shoot, he found that he also had a long sword stuck in his chest, and it turned out to be Mirosławku's guards who picked it up from behind and made a second charge. In this way, few of the dozens of enemies were killed, and the few remaining people were also killed with handcuffs by the "cavalrymen" who turned around.

"I say, Mirosławku, don't you leave some information alive?" One of the guards asked.

"No need, outlaws like them, they won't say anything. All we need to do now is go to the center of the saddle and find their patriarch. Mirosławku shook the blood off his sword and said with emotion: "Heh, I didn't expect that I could still kill people at my age." ”

At this time, Lobita, who also killed a "outlaw", felt a little dizzy and even a little nauseous, which was completely different from the feeling he had when he killed the Kaiser court assassin before, when he stabbed the short knife into the opponent's chest, he only felt a trace of pleasure, a pleasure of revenge. Even if there is a little fear afterwards, it is the end of the point. But now, his feeling of nausea became more and more intense, and he could only force himself to cheer up, otherwise he might even fall directly from the horse.

Killed a man himself, a person who had no direct stake in him. Although I imagined this possibility countless times in my mind, I didn't expect him to arrive so early.

They then ran towards the center of the saddle, where the dwarves and their corpses were everywhere. Even in one of the grain fields, you can see the corpses stacked into a hill, emitting a strong rancid smell.

"It seems that the people of the Venture Capital Alliance are attacking the dwarves from all directions, and I saw just now that they have professional climbing equipment." Lobita struggled to adjust to her discomfort and struggled to provide clues to the team.

"That's true, they're climbing the mountain in a steady stream, and we need to find the patriarch to make sure they still have the fighting power." Jamila suggested.

Along the way, they encountered several groups of enemies, and were unsurprisingly wiped out by an unstoppable cavalry charge. The road was littered with the tangled corpses of dwarves and humans, and blood sprayed on the blood rocks, leaving no trace, except for the red-dyed hyacinths to sleep with them.

Coming to the center of the village, passing through the meeting place that has almost become a human pit, there are houses that have been burned to the ground. The huge totem statue was pushed to the ground, crushing several nearly shattered corpses. A large amount of fruit fell to the ground and fell to pieces, and the dried liquid could not tell whether it was fruit juice or clotted blood - it was supposed to be a happy harvest event. Looking at this mess, Lobita's hands trembled, as if she had fallen into a bad memory.

"The brave and combative Bloodblade clan would never have died so miserably because of the level of mercenary they had just encountered. Or have they let their guard down considerably by celebrating the harvest season? Mirosławku reasoned.

"When we find the patriarch, we may know. Since they weren't here, unless they had already died in battle, I think they would have been hiding in some cave nearby, and they wouldn't have taken the risk of walking along the mountain path. With that, Jamila tugged at the reins, and the pony obediently went up the gentle slope. Let's go, let's take a look at the surrounding caves first. ”

……

More than two hours had passed, and they had searched dozens of holes around them, large and small, and found no trace of human habitation, and just when they wanted to give up, Lobita noticed something. It was a small champagne dog, lying on the side of a mountain not far away, but it was very strange that it had only one head and half of its body, and the back half of its body was buried in the mountain wall, or rather, it was connected to the mountain wall.

"Hey, Lord Jamila, I think I know where the patriarch is hiding." Lobita's frown widened slightly.

When they entered the spacious cave, they felt that the patriarch was a shrewd man, and that he had a little trick made of witchcraft—a false mountain wall, which had been hidden from the mercenaries and almost from Lobita. Sure enough, a dwarf dressed in a battle armor made of fine iron was surrounded by several dwarves and sat around the innermost part of the cave.

A guard who could speak dwarven language hurriedly went up to explain their origins, but the dwarven patriarch waved his hand and said, "Come on, I can speak the lingua franca, you should know that basically every dwarf knows the lingua franca these days - I mean the dwarves here in Kukunnad." So, do you think that the Bloodblade tribe exists like a barbarian and doesn't speak a lingua franca? ”

"Well, of course not." Mirosław Ku dismissed the guard and came up to speak with the patriarch himself. "Hello, beloved Bloodblade Patriarch, Selfenal Bloodblade. I am the Dumar merchant mentioned in Jamila's letter, Mirosławku Maitvolas. I truly hope to ally with your tribe and rally your support for the recovery of Dumar. And now, we're fighting for the Bloodblade Clan to earn your trust. ”

"Good, but they seem to have a powerful wizard who has cursed us dwarves, and now I can't even lift a warhammer. If I can help us recover, I promise to pull out that wizard's teeth one by one. Selfenal said angrily.

"Yes. But don't worry, we're here to help. Do you know where your people are? Mirosławku wanted to figure out what was left of them.

"Oh, that's good news. My brother took most of his tribesmen with a good harvest of food in exchange for the dwarves down the mountain. They were lucky not to be cursed. ”

Mirosławku was satisfied. And Jamila is a little uncertain about the appearance of wizards, she knows that in this world where magic is not widespread - it can even be said that it is rare, there can be a wizard who can weaken the ability of dwarves, and it happens to appear here, it is definitely a problem, how can the venture capital alliance have such great ability to find a wizard to help them?

As she was thinking, the champagne dog ran in, and Jamila wanted to hug it with her cuteness, but the patriarch interrupted her with a word: "Little Pochi" said that the men seemed to have found us. ”

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