Chapter 194:

'Crunch. ’

The thick wooden door was pushed open, and Freya, dressed in a white robe, walked in.

Although the tavern was dilapidated, it was large, but the light inside was a little dim, and most of her face was hidden in shadows.

The sound of cheerful violins clinking against wine glasses and people talking loudly gives the whole tavern a lively and noisy sound.

Freya frowned slightly, and reached out to cover her mouth and nose gently, the stench of these inferior ales and sweat made her a little uncomfortable.

Her arrival did not attract anyone's attention, except that the young man standing at the tavern bar glanced at her and immediately trotted over.

The man, a little imp of about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a brown linen coat, glanced up and down about Freya's clothes covertly, and then immediately introduced him with a courteous smile......

"What would you like to drink, young lady, we have excellent wines and ales here, and you don't want to miss them."

Ignoring his attitude, Freya said lightly.

"No, you can go down."

The cold voice made the underage imp slightly stunned, and the words that originally came to his mouth seemed to be controlled by something, but he couldn't spit it out, he blinked his eyes and looked at Freya's blue eyes, and was in a trance, and then he really did it.

There are many and miscellaneous people in the tavern, in addition to the women who beg for life, there are also violin musicians.

Freya squinted slightly, then fixed her gaze somewhere in a corner.

There sat a young man in a black swordsman's suit.

His long brown hair was draped casually over his shoulders, his face was handsome, a delicate black greatsword leaned against the edge of the table, and the most conspicuous thing was his pale golden eyes, bright and piercing. Faintly gives people a sharp aggression.

He was savoring the expensive wine in his hand, as if the noisy surroundings had no effect on him.

Seeing that this was like a noble swordsman from the family, Freya raised an eyebrow.

If it weren't for the parchment tracking technique that clearly stated that this person was what she was looking for, perhaps even she would have been deceived.

Because this is too different from the influence of Hegel's abyssal contract on her at the beginning.

One is bald and gloomy, the other is handsome and handsome.

It doesn't belong to one person at all.

After thinking about it, Freya walked to the bar.

The young man was still a little confused about what had happened just now, when he saw Freya coming. He was stunned.

"Miss. You"

"Sue me, who is that person?" Freya's gaze suddenly stared at him as she pulled out a silver coin and placed it on the bar.

"Ugh"

See that silver coin. He blinked, and his newly awake gaze became a little dazed again.

Following the direction of Freya's finger, the young man's voice was a little muffled.

"That's Belst, the vice-captain of Blackwing's third team"

"Blackwinged winds?" Freya frowned slightly.

It was a small mercenary organization in Raymond City, and it was said that their leader was originally a powerful man who was about to break through the Great Knights. However, he was too badly injured in a mission, and his hope was ruined. Therefore, it can only be second-rate in the mercenary world in this area.

"Is it to hide your identity, and to heal your wounds?" she asked herself in a low voice.

The mercenary is often exposed to combat, and even if some of the usual necromantic resources are not available, some corpses can still help him.

But. Even if it was possible to guess that he might not have recovered from his old injury, Freya still didn't want to act rashly.

The power of the necromancer is not just about manipulating corpses, it is just as good at cursing as it is at hunting them.

After thinking about it for a while. Freya glanced at the handsome swordsman in the distance again, then turned to leave the tavern......

A bright silver moon hangs in the sky. There is not a single dark cloud to cover it.

The bustling tavern slowly fell silent as time passed.

Although Raymond City is not a city with a night blackout, some people are coming out of the tavern one after another for the sake of tomorrow's life.

The lights on the streets have long since been removed, but the light of the moon can still see the whole street.

A young swordsman named Belster walked quietly on his way back to the mercenary group.

The small amount of red wine made his vision a little dizzy, and it seemed that even the constant pain in his abdomen had been reduced a lot.

The weight of the giant sword behind his back pressed on his body, and the sharp blade reflected a faint cold glow under the light of the silver moon.

But even so, it still didn't give him a sense of security.

Gently exhaled a faint breath of wine, and shook his head to make people feel more refreshed.

Turning a corner, a shop pù that had not yet closed its stall was still lit in a corner not far away.

You can faintly hear the laughter of the girls in the shop.

He only glanced slightly, then withdrew his gaze.

However, just when he turned around, he suddenly noticed that directly in front of him, a tall figure hidden in the shadows appeared there at some point.

The man was mostly standing in the shadows, only his legs exposed to the moonlight, but he still felt a cold gaze and a vague smell of blood in it.

A faint hint of killing intent made him slightly alert, and his right hand subconsciously placed on the hilt of the giant sword.

"Who are you?"

A deep voice rang out in the silent streets.

But the man who was hiding in the shadows was silent.

Just when he wanted to ask again.

The man standing in the shadows was suddenly activated.

With a pop, a faint gray shadow appeared in front of him almost instantly.

'Ding! ’

A black dagger stabbed him precisely in the heart, but was blocked by something inside.

This sudden situation directly frightened him and immediately retreated, and at the same time, he pulled out the giant sword behind his back with a bang and stared at the attacker.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his long hair.

One blow missed, and the person who attacked was completely exposed.

It was a tall middle-aged man with short black hair, a stern face, and ordinary brown leather armor, but his eyes were slightly squinted and looked at him with a playful gaze.

Belst, who saw the person's appearance thoroughly, was slightly stunned, and then showed a look of disbelief.

"It's you! Lott! Why! ”

The questioning tone made the middle-aged man pull out a playful smile, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Bellster, why do you say? A waste like you, who doesn't even have a sense of energy, can sit in the position of vice-captain, but you ask me why? ”

"You're not right, you can't have the guts, who is it? Could it be Zyra? "His emotions are obviously out of control.

"Hehe, don't guess." He grinned. "It's useless, let's die in peace."

As soon as the words fell, his figure was blurred again, and the whole person directly pulled out a gray shadow and pounced.

The black giant sword wanted to block the vital point, but the speed was still too slow, and the dagger stabbed directly in the eye this time.

'Bell! ’

A crisp sound of metal intersecting sounded in the dagger, but it was he who hastily stretched out his arm to block his face.

The dagger was pierced on the arm and did not pierce it, seeing this, the dagger in the middle-aged man's hand was pulled hard, and the clothes on the arm were torn apart lightly.

A metallic luster was exposed to the middle-aged man's sight, making his eyes light up slightly.

"Hehe, sure enough, it's this thing, it seems that he is right, instead of putting it on your waste, it is better to give it to me!"

As he spoke, he took out two more black daggers from behind him and stabbed them at Bellst.

'Ding, ding, ding. ’

The sound of crisp sounds kept ringing in the streets.

The black greatsword in Bellst's hand was tossed aside, his arms crossed over his head, blocking the attack with all his might, barely having the strength to speak.

The appearance of this wolf bèi almost did not match his handsome appearance and eyes.

However, the middle-aged man named Lott felt that something was wrong the more he fought.

Although he is only a knight junior level, for the use of daggers, even some knight intermediate powerhouses will be hurt if they are not careful.

But the little white face in front of him, who was just an ordinary reserve knight, could defend against all attacks just by relying on this thing on his body.

This made him, who had always been cautious, feel a little weird.

'Whew! ’

A circle of white air burst out beneath his feet, and the dagger stabbed at the gap between his arms at a tricky angle again.

And Bellst, who had been arriving, also turned slightly, quite blocked.

However, at this moment, the dagger in his other hand suddenly appeared in the space behind his head.

"It's over!" (To be continued)