In that moment, Turner was the first of all the people in the room to react. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

While it is unclear why the flaws were revealed, it is clear that the plan to poison alcohol has been aborted. Turner immediately drew a short knife from his lower back, collapsed and lunged towards Boudal. Turner's movements were swift and decisive, and when the short knife in his hand slashed through the air in a short, sharp trajectory and was about to reach Boudal's chest, Boudal's aftermath was almost still floating in the air, and the cries of the rest of the bandits remained only in their throats.

It was almost a sure blow, but Budar had already taken precautions.

The moment Turner pounced, Boudal slammed his foot on the table in front of him, causing him to tumble backwards with the entire chair, narrowly avoiding Turner's fatal blow.

The blow failed, and Turner didn't give up. This tough and resolute man had already put himself to death, and he knew in his heart that there were at least dozens of bandits rushing towards him behind him, and there would only be more outside. In the stone tower and courtyard, the nearly 1,000 bandits in the entire inner city will weave a tight net in the blink of an eye, and they will entangle him to the death, thus annihilating the last bit of hope in front of him.

Boudal and the chair had fallen two paces in front of him, and Turner had every chance of putting the dagger to his neck before he could get up. However, as he made his way forward, a figure stood in the way.

This is Percy, who is standing there with his arms crossed.

Percy was not the first to react at the moment when the rabbit was in shape—he was dazzled by the sound and sight of the lightning and flint. But when he realized what was going on in the house, he realized that this would be an opportunity for his family to gain a foothold.

Facing the man rushing towards this direction with a short knife in hand, Percy did not have a trace of nervousness in his heart. Ordinary mortal iron is difficult to hurt the vampire's roots, and with their powerful recovery ability, even if their entire arm is cut off, it can be easily recovered.

Percy waited for Turner's arrival with a calm expression. When Turner swung the short knife at him, he only slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and slowly extended the index and middle fingers of his right hand to the tip of the knife.

His two fingers were firmly gripping Turner's blade - a scene that filled Percy's fantasies.

The average adult vampire is at a level of around 12 to 14. They are inherently higher than humans, but they are also given a higher level of difficulty as a result. The only way to level up as a vampire class is to suck human blood, but the current world makes it difficult for them to find opportunities. The self-proclaimed "New Bloods" have found an alternative path, majoring in various professions like humans, and only using "vampires" as a discarded hidden racial attribute. As a result, they have been given a wider space to grow and are accepted by other races.

Since Percy is unimpressed by the existence of the "New Bloods", it is natural that he will not follow their path. He is a pure vampire who knows nothing about spells or swordsmanship. When it's time to hunt, he will look around for targets that are weaker than himself, and take down opponents through the suppression of rank and the difference in physical ability. His real age is much older than Boudal, but to this day he is only level 13.

Turner's dagger slashed his wrist, and a stream of blood sprayed through the air along the wound.

This is not a big injury to the vampire, but Percy quickly turns blue. His body twitched a few times, and then he fell to the ground motionless.

"Bang!"

At the moment of Percy's fall, a shadow flies towards Turner. Turner recognized it as a chair and promptly covered his head with his elbow. Although the chair crashed into him and shattered into a few pieces, it wasn't too much of a problem for Turner. However, he was immediately hit in the back by a wine jar, and he was almost knocked to the ground by the force - after stumbling a few steps on the ground, he supported the ground with his left hand, but the short knife in his right hand finally shook out of his palm.

Before Turner could stand up any longer, he was knocked to the ground by the bandits rushing from behind. With a sinking feeling of a certain loss of hope, his side face slammed into the ground. Some of the liquor happened to be sprinkled there, and the smell of alcohol filled his nose and mouth.

Boudal kicked the short knife that landed at his feet into the corner, and turned to look at Percy who was lying to the side. The vampire seemed to have lost his breath, and his skin turned black.

What an idiot, he thought. The assassin had just tried to pour poisoned wine in front of his eyes, and he had not even considered the possibility of the other party smearing poison on his weapon. Vampires can indeed take all poisons, and this is because they don't have a digestive system on them, and what they eat doesn't enter the body's circulation, which makes them lose the necessary vigilance against poisons. But in fact they are much more vulnerable than they think, and if a little poison enters their bloodstream, their blood flow rate three times that of a human can kill them in an instant.

While it's true that smart people are annoying, a complete fool doesn't live long.

Boudar took this as a gift to Percy and turned his attention back to the Assassins.

The discerning bandit had already brought in a new chair, and Boudar motioned for him to put it in front of Turner, and sat there with a big slump.

"No one has ever been able to break into here." He said, "Every week assassins like you try to send me to hell, but those idiots don't even see my face, and they turn into a pile of meat sauce in the yard." ”

Turner ignored him, and Boudal was clearly unimpressed.

"But you're different, you're very close to success. As a reward, I'm willing to give you a decent death—if you tell me who sent you. ”

Turner struggled to look up.

"People like you won't be nobodies." Boudar looked him in the eye and said, "I haven't seen eyes like yours, you know?" It's like ...... The head of the flock - have you ever heard this parable? Here are the words of a book: 'Humans are like a flock of sheep, and the wise ones who lead them are shepherds.' If that's the case, then we bandits are wolves. There can be no shepherds on the steppe, but there must not be no wolves. I bite the throats of shepherds when I see them, but I don't hate goats like you. ”

As he spoke, he leaned down and grabbed Turner's hair.

"Now tell me, where is the shepherd behind you? Who wants the life of old Boudal? His eyes were dark, and he was staring into Turner's eyes.

"There's no one there." Turner's eyes did not flinch: "I am acting of my own will." ”

"No sheep will take the initiative to provoke the wolves." Boudar squinted: "Unless it's replaced with mad goats." Or rather, you're from the bloody hand? ”

"I'm not a killer, and I'm not here to take your life." Turner said, "But my young lady is in your hands, and I want you to release her." ”

"It turned out to be for a ewe." Boudar let go of his head: "But you are mistaken, I have no young lady here, only women and captives. ”

"Miss, she's among those captives." Turner raised his head vigorously: "As long as you promise to release her, the Tagger Chamber of Commerce is willing to pay a lot of ransom." ”

Boudal stared at Turner for a moment, then burst into a horrible laugh.

Turner was overwhelmed by the laughter. He didn't know why the thief in front of him was laughing, but he knew it wasn't a good sign. His predictions and thoughts seemed to be a little off, he didn't know what it was, but it didn't prevent his heart from sinking a little bit in the laughter.

"You seem to be mistaken about something." After the laughter, Boudal said slowly: "You seem to think of me and the little characters in the steppe as a kind of person. Indeed, there are many unscrupulous bandits who plunder everywhere in exchange for money, and that is because they fantasize about the day when they wash their hands and squander their gold plates. But I am not like them, I am Boudal, the most stubborn and complete bandit of the steppe. I'll never have a moment in sheep's clothing. ”

Shaking his head, he continued in Turner's desperate eyes: "What good is money to old Boudal? There is no market in the steppe, and I certainly don't follow the rules set by the shepherds. If you have what you want, you will grab it, and if you have a woman you like, you will grab it, this is what a thief should look like. ”

With that, he shouted to the bandits around him, "Tell him, guys. What are you after? ”

"Good wine! Fight! Plunder! Woman! ”

The robbers' answers were uniform, and the sound was like a drum, beating into Turner's heart. Turner felt his stomach churn, and some irreversible premonition enveloped his whole body, giving him a certain urge to vomit.

"But when you talk about Tagger, I seem to be a little impressed." The demon's voice slowly sounded above Turner's head, "Do you mean the woman behind you, on the table?" ”

At that moment, Turner's blood almost stopped flowing. But in the next moment, it went straight to the door of the brain. Turner didn't know how he had broken free of his hands and stood up, and with a sense of almost obvious despair in his heart, and a hint of luck like a spider's silk, he turned his head to look at the woman lying on the table.

Upon entering the house, his vision did see a group of bandits in a group, but the woman's face was obscured by their bodies. Looking back now, Turner prayed in his heart—his heart almost exploded, and he heard only the loud sound of his own heartbeat and blood flowing, and it almost deafened him.

Please, God......

Turner's gaze fell on the woman's face.

At that moment, Turner heard the sound of spider silk breaking.

In a trance, he rushed towards Boudal like crazy, but was quickly knocked out. Got up again and rushed over, and was hit again. And so he kept repeating.

Boudar motioned for the rushing bandits to retreat, he understood the man, because it was from the pain that almost overflowed from the man's face, and at this moment, Boudar fully felt that he was alive.

I don't know how many times I fell to the ground, and Turner had almost lost all consciousness. His physical strength no longer allowed him to get up again, but he still used his fingers to prop up the ground.

A body was thrown at him, and Turner quickly pounced on hers.

Audrey's eyes were hollow and dark, and she was still wearing the clothes she wore when she went out, but the torn fabric and the scars on her body told of how she had been treated.

Turner squeezed her into his arms, and his eyes were already dark, and he vaguely saw the smiling face blooming among the begonia flowers when he strayed into the girl's house as a guard many years ago......

"It's really touching." Budar showed a sympathetic expression: "Since you are so faithful, let you die together." Although it had only been two days, the woman looked completely broken. ”

He gestured to the bandit next to him, and the man understood Boudal's intentions, and he drew his knife and walked to Turner's side.

The knife was raised in the air, threatening to cut off the heads of both of them together.

Turner was no longer able to resist, his eyes were already full of despair, he closed his eyes, and the faces of countless people flashed in front of him-

First the father's face, the mother's face, Alain's face, then Senali, Campbell, Andrew, and then after being a guard, the young master's face, the master's face, or the girl's Miss Audella's face, until the end, there was Hill's face, the eighth master's face, and finally the face of the child who took away his weapon.

What kind of world is this?

The knife was almost about to fall, but there was a faint commotion outside.

The sound is getting louder and closer. Boudar winked, and one of the bandits turned and walked towards the gate.

However, there was no need to inquire further, and when he was still two steps away from the door, the entire gate flew up towards the house.

Bang -

With a loud bang, the two-sided wooden carved gate, which was more than ten centimeters thick and weighed more than 100 catties, turned into four petals in the air, burying the unlucky bandit underneath.

The bandits in the house stared wide-eyed into the dust and mist of the doorway.

The dust slowly cleared, and a vague figure in a black robe appeared. The figure didn't look very tall, just a teenager.

"Kiss of Death, number 10086." The boy's voice was as flat as a puppet: "Budar Vich - where?" ”