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The town of Fetan, where the provinces of Chabro and Luland meet.

It was midday, and the streets of Fetan were a bit bustling, and Fetan was undoubtedly much more prosperous than a town like Göllland. Merchants and travelers come and go, or stop, or stay.

Old Ladd's restaurant, its location in Fetan is a bit of a downtown area, there are not many customers, at the table in the corner of the window, Xia Lan ordered a few dishes and ate quietly. From Golland to Fetan, Xia Lan traveled for most of the day, and people were sleepy, so he chose this restaurant to rest because it was quiet and clean.

The dishes on the table are simple, a large bowl of minced broth, a stack of white flour cakes, a large plate of meat with special sauce, and a few bright fruits for dessert.

He eats very slowly, chewing each bite of food before swallowing, he doesn't like to eat too fast, because he can't feel the real taste of food, and the process of eating is also a kind of rest.

His sword is placed on the table, the hilt is facing him, and if there is an unexpected danger, he can quickly draw the sword, which is a habit, and it is a habit to prevent accidents.

Little Ladd, the owner of Old Ladd's restaurant, squinted a little sleepily behind the counter, he had inherited the restaurant from his father, and now that his father had died, the restaurant belonged to him.

He doesn't like running a restaurant because it's so mundane that he doesn't want to dedicate his life to a restaurant like his father. He wanted to be a mercenary, and he felt that he had adventure in his blood.

No matter how reluctant he was, he still ran the restaurant because his mother was still alive and she wouldn't allow him to be a mercenary, believing that his duty was to make his father's restaurant bigger.

He didn't dare, and he didn't want to disobey his mother, so he decided to sell the restaurant to become a mercenary after his mother's death, he wanted to do what he loved, because that was his own life.

The young man who was eating by the window came in, and Little Rad was very enthusiastic, because he felt that the other party was like his own future, horses, long swords, adventures, what a dashing mercenary.

But he was not a mercenary, and he answered his question with a cold expression.

The enthusiasm immediately diminished on Xiao Rad, since the other party was not a mercenary, he didn't need to stick it, and the speed of the other party's eating even made him despise, he felt that he was not like a man, and a man should eat and drink unscrupulously when he ate.

For example, the mercenaries gathered in the tavern in the west of the city at night, they drank heavily, laughed unscrupulously, scolded angrily, and even used their hands, which was in line with the image of a real man in his heart. He was already thinking about whether there would be any mercenaries to talk about his adventures tonight, and how many mercenaries would use wine to beat and scold.

There was a commotion from far and near, and little Rad's sleepy spirit was shaken as he felt a familiar smell.

More than a dozen sturdy figures appeared in Lao Ladd's restaurant, and the quiet atmosphere was also broken and became noisy, and Little Ladd was very excited, because the other party was a real mercenary. Their rude verbal gestures even made him feel relatable.

This is a mercenary group, not large, not small. There are more than a dozen people, there are men and women, this is normal, the mercenary world does not distinguish between men and women, only recognizes ability.

They put several tables together to form a circle and sit, they are partners, they like to be together, and only a mercenary who trusts his partner is a qualified mercenary.

As soon as there are many people, a circle will be formed, and each circle will be more or less estranged, and almost every mercenary group has such a problem, and this is the time to reflect the ability of the mercenary leader. Whether there is prestige or not, whether there is a means, a good mercenary leader can use these barriers to firmly control the entire group, on the contrary, a mediocre leader will only make the group fall apart, and even his own safety is not guaranteed.

Mercenary is a profession, a dangerous profession, one of the deadliest professions in Elderland, but many people still do it because of money. Or, one of the very few adventurous people like Little Ladd.

They live in no fixed place, wander around according to mission mandates, and behind each well-paid mission there is a danger, a dead man. Whether the mercenaries are united or not affects the outcome of their mission, and every year I can hear the news that a certain mercenary group has been wiped out due to internal strife.

Therefore, the mercenary group will choose qualified mercenaries, and the mercenaries will also choose the united mercenary group. They are looking for money, but they are also looking for security.

Money is for the living, only the dead don't need it.

A tall figure appeared in the restaurant, and the mercenaries in the restaurant became silent when they found it, as if they had returned to before their future. This is their regimental commander, they are quiet, because of respect.

It was a woman, a beautiful woman.

Burgundy hair tied into a short ponytail, a dark purple leather armor skirt wrapped around her delicate figure, slender and vigorous thighs tied with daggers, perhaps a mercenary wandering for many years, her skin showed a healthy wheat color, not rough, not delicate.

She exudes wildness, hotness, and smiling and charming eyes that make her more like a woman, a woman who makes men want to ride under her and ravage it fiercely.

Men tend to be easily confused by her appearance, and being confused represents danger, because they will forget her other identity, the mercenary leader, a female mercenary leader.

What kind of woman can be a mercenary captain? Men who are confused will not think that they will be more excited because of her identity, because of the conquest in the nature of men.

Only her members know how terrible she is, and one of their favorite things is that the head of the troupe is molested by ignorant men, because they can see a good show, a good show that they never get tired of watching.

The woman is unrestrained and bold among her members. Taking a big sip of the bowl of wine, licking the taste of the wine on the thin lips with a smooth and ruddy little tongue, her charm will always come out inadvertently, her eyes are smiling, the corners of her mouth are smiling, but what remains unchanged is a kind of pride that she embodies.

A woman's pride.

She casually looked around the restaurant, and she spotted a man in the corner of the window, a young man, a man who could interest her.

She picked up her bowl of wine and stood up, and she walked towards the man. Her members were surprised by the leader's behavior, and they looked at the leader's target, a man.

They begin to find it interesting because the head of the regiment will be molested by men, and she will also be molested by men, especially young and handsome men.

She sat down on the bench across from him, her long, sexy legs cocked, she bent over, one hand supporting her chin, the other holding the wine, she smiled at him, the plump and swaying soft flesh on her chest made her even more seductive.

"Little brother, do you want a bowl?" She spoke to him, her voice magnetic and coquettish.

"No, I don't." Concise and powerful, this is Xia Lan's answer.

Xia Lan noticed her from the moment she entered the door, because he was a man, a normal man. And she attracts men.

He was also wary of her, because of his intuition, he felt that in addition to the temptation of men, there was also the danger under the temptation.

"Why?" The woman's eyes smiled even more crookedly.

"Because I don't want to." Xia Landao, he can drink, he can drink, but he doesn't want to drink now.

"Why not?" She put down the bowl.

"Not right now."

"Am I pretty?" The woman's words suddenly jumped away.

"Pretty." Xia Lan replied very honestly.

"Am I attracted to men??"

"Attract."

"Then why don't I have the food on the table to attract you?" The woman's smile was even stronger.

"Because I didn't have enough to eat."

Since the woman spoke, Xia Lan has not stopped eating.

Hearing Xia Lan's answer, the woman didn't speak again, just smiled and watched him eat, one bite, one bite, she was very patient, until the rest of the food on the table was eaten by him.

"Full?" The woman spoke again.

"It's full."

"You're a swordsman? Your sword looks old. The woman's eyes glanced at the worn-out long sword on the table, and reached out to touch it, because the sword smelled of blood, full of curiosity and temptation for people like her.

"Yes." Xia Lan reached out to protect the sword and stopped the woman's actions.

The two hands are dangling from the sword, they have different skin tones and shapes, but they are both slender and powerful.

"My name is Niniro. The leader of the Purple Thorn Mercenary Regiment over there. The woman withdrew her hand and introduced herself, she had already seen the hand.

"Frank Charan."

"Know what I'm thinking?" Niniro's fingers rubbed the red lips under her mouth, and her small mouth was lightly open, full of temptation, as if provocative.

"Yes." Xia Lan replied with an expressionless face.

"Your choice?"

"Nope."

"It's a pity."

"No regrets."

"Satisfy me a little?" The woman's words are a little confusing and crooked.

Xia Lan didn't answer, and Niniro laughed softly. Her regiment members heard the captain's laughter in the distance, and they knew what it meant.

The restaurant was quiet, the mercenaries were quiet because they were waiting for a good show, and Charan and Niniro were quiet because he and she were waiting.

Little Ladd was a little confused about what was happening, and as soon as the beautiful woman entered the door, he was intoxicated, because the other party was so beautiful, and he expressed his inner thoughts with the best wine and food. What made him angry was why such a beautiful woman would inexplicably ask the man he despised for a drink, and that man actually refused, refused!

This made little Ladd jealous and angry. He didn't understand why, why that man could have such an experience, was it because of the other party's looks?

The more he thought about it, the more resentful he became, and his hand wiping the bottle became more and more urgent, it was a good wine that his father had treasured many years ago, and he took it out, and he wanted to give it to the woman, but when he came back with the wine, he found that the other party got up and walked over to the young man, and he was waiting for her to return.

But she hadn't come back yet, and he was about to go crazy.

Little Laddton felt bad when his hand sliding the bottle, but it was too late, the bottle slipped from his hand, and the crisp cracking sound sounded in the quiet restaurant.

The rapid sound of metal grinding suddenly followed by the cracking sound of the wine bottle falling, and before Little Rad could recover from the shattering of the wine bottle, the next moment he saw the shocked image of the men and women weapons he was concerned about.

"You've lost." Xia Lan's face was expressionless, and the long sword in his hand rested on the other party's beautiful neck and said.

Niniro looked solemn, and the dagger drawn from her thigh was held in her hand, but her posture was a little strange, her hand holding the dagger behind her chest paused, and she did not move, because his sword was resting at her neck.

"Captain!"

"Big sister!"

"Boss!"

The mercenaries behind her suddenly stood up and shouted en masse, and they prepared to rush up.

"Don't move!"

Niniro's body didn't move, her mouth moved, and she stopped her group's next move.

Niniro stared at each other, and the charm and sexiness on her body were long gone. Her face was cold and solemn, her eyes were cold and sharp, and she was full of murderous aura.

"I lost."

The next moment, Niniro's dagger was withdrawn, and she smiled and said to him, she was still so charming and seductive. It seems that the cold beauty who exuded a murderous aura and held a dagger at the same time did not exist at all

Xia Lan unsheathed her sword, and he looked at her without speaking,

This woman is really dangerous, and he doesn't like dangerous people, especially dangerous women.

He picked up his sword and walked away, he didn't look at the woman again, her members glared at him as they walked by, and they didn't do anything because the captain told them not to move.

Throwing a Kintor to the stunned little Lard, Charan went out and took his horse tied to the door, he had rested enough, and he was ready to leave.

"Captain!"

"Big sister!"

"Boss!"

Her members gathered around Niniro as soon as he left, they looked resentful, they tried to speak, but Niniro stopped them.

Her finger gestured to the remaining dishes on the table to look at them, and she tapped the table lightly, and suddenly, the dishes on the table shattered into countless pieces, and the cracks of the fragments were neat, as if they had been cut sharply.

"A superior swordsman?"

A female member suddenly exclaimed, her voice was so loud that all the members were drawn to look closely at the broken dishes on the table, and they felt a chill.

"A high-ranking swordsman who is too young, tsk, it's really interesting." Niniro looked out the window in the direction the horses had left, the dust still drifting in the sunlight.

She felt that he and she would meet again, it was her instinct, a woman's instinct.