The room was pitch black, and Verllo Bellini woke up from a coma to find himself tied to a strange iron chair, recalling in horror what had happened. ２３us

He vaguely remembered leaving the West Gate with the apprentice named Peter Fasha, trying to stop the Lothair hillbilly before he could reach the Freswalker Manor, then there was a strong shaking, and then ......

And then here you are.

What kind of place is this, has he been kidnapped as a meat ticket? What kind of bastard is so bold that even the people of the Bellini family dare to attack?!

By the way, what about the apprentice named Peter Fasha, where did he go?

Barely adjusting to the darkness, Verlow looked around, his gaze fixed on the ceiling in the middle of the room, where something seemed to be hanging.

And the "thing" seemed to be wearing a wizard's robe, with its limbs drooping, and it turned to itself a little by little with the swinging rope, revealing the face of a dead man.

"Ahhh——!!!!hhh

Trapped in his chair, Verlot screamed in his voice like never before, the expression on his face was nothing but fear, and his eyes rolled and he almost fainted.

And in the next second, he suddenly stopped screaming at a high octave - in his sight, an emotionless face suddenly appeared in front of Verlot, looking at him like a dead man:

"Woke up?"

The voice was like the whisper of the devil in Verlot's ears, and his soul immediately flew away: "You, don't come near me! Don't hear me, don't come near me! No, or I'll ......."

"Or what would you do?" the Night's Watch named Edward "asked" in an almost sarcastic tone:

"Help?"

The frightened Verlot was speechless for a moment, stunned. It's already the height of summer, but it makes him feel like he is falling into an ice cave!

For a minute, or a year, Edward's expression grew more and more indifferent during the long silence, and his eyes looked as if he were looking at a dead man.

"I, you...... I am from the Bellini family, and if you can let me go, I will give you a large sum of money! How about gold that weighs as much as I do? Or a gem the size of my head! I—I will never tell anyone who you are, I swear, as long as you can spare me, I will act as if nothing happened today......"

"You seem to have some misunderstanding, we didn't arrest you for money, but to ask you a question. ”

The indifferent Edward frowned, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the frightened Verlot: "See my face clearly, you must have an impression." ”

"I—I don't know, I don't know......" Verlow was so frightened that he couldn't even open his mouth to say anything.

Of course, he couldn't forget that the person in front of him was the assassin who wanted to take away the Holy Blood Potion and almost killed him and Alto on the day of the Midsummer Festival banquet.

But that's why I can't say I know!

No matter how stupid and arrogant he is Verlot, he is not a real fool, how can he not know the routine of these killer assassins in the Bellini family - there is still room to live in the pursuit of wealth, once the other party is recognized and discovered, it is a dead end!

"You don't have to worry, we're not going to take your life. Seeing that the other party was so "stubborn", Edward had to re-explain: "I just wanted to ask you some questions." ”

Ask me questions...... Verlot's pupils constricted, and he suddenly became smarter with his feet off the ground in fear, and immediately guessed the other party's thoughts.

Whatever it is, it must have something to do with Aalto's Holy Blood Elixir anyway, right?!

"I—I don't know anything!Aalto, Aalto, he never told me about research, even his lab easily wouldn't let me in, you guys didn't help me at all, it was useless! I, I'm just a bastard waiting to die, even if you kill me, I won't get any information, please let me go!"

"Spare you?"

"That's right, let me live!" Verlow's eyes widened, innocent like a little white rabbit: "Tell me how much money you want, or do you want something else? Everything is negotiable, even if you want a boat, or someone, I can get it for you, as long as you don't kill me, I promise to give you anything!"

Edward hesitated.

Judging from Verlow's performance, it really doesn't look like they know any important information, but this is already the highest-ranking member of the Bellini family that they can catch, and he is also Aalto's mentor.

Glancing at the "corpse" of Peter Fasa behind him, the indifferent Edward spoke almost emotionlessly:

"Rest assured, we will not take your life. ”

"So ......"

"But before that. In a word, Verlow fell back into hell: "You must spit out everything you know!"

.......................................... In the gutter alley, the two people who drew their swords moved almost at the same time, and without hesitation, they pounced on each other in a posture that was almost sacrificing!

The leader of the mercenaries who lowered his body held his sword in both hands, and the blood-stained knight's long sword drew a spark on the ground, and struck it up from the bottom to the top, and Loren, who stopped, had time to block it with his sword, and the friction of the two steel swords made a piercing long sound, and the two sides were bounced away by each other almost at the same time.

The retreating mercenary leader did not attack again, but raised his sword flat, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Loren's face - his height and the length of his half-sword made Loren dare not approach easily.

It seemed to be a return to a certain battle in the past, the same one-on-one, the same enemy taking advantage of the distance, and reminded Loren of a robber Martin who had forced him to make a deal with Asrael and almost killed him.

That's right, his attack radius is shorter than the opponent's, but on the other hand, as long as he can detour behind him, with the length of that half-sword in his hand, he will definitely not have time to fight back, and before he touches him, he can cut off the head of this mercenary leader!

So what are you waiting for?

The black-haired wizard took the initiative to attack, the sharp long sword stabbed at his face, and in an instant, Loren, who lowered his body, almost watched the blade of the sword slide past his cheek, step forward, turn around, and swing the sword!

At the moment when he was about to slash down, the black-haired wizard stopped his sword in mid-air. Standing in place, he looked sideways behind him slightly—a full twenty crossbowmen had already raised their crossbows and aimed them at themselves.

Obviously, if you dare to slash this sword, it will turn into a sieve in the next second.

A smile appeared on the face of the mercenary leader with his back to Loren, and he turned around very calmly, as if the long sword around his neck was just a fancy toy, and looked at Loren with extremely sarcastic eyes:

"I'm sorry, but before I became a knight, I was first and foremost a mercenary, and the mercenary's first duty was to fulfill my employer's orders—and my employer's orders were to kill you.

It's a shame that your head is so valuable!"

"Worth enough to abandon principles and promises and do whatever it takes?" the black-haired wizard sneered and asked rhetorically, "Are you really a real knight!"

"Yes, but I'm not a good person, so it doesn't matter. The mercenary leader smiled brightly: "In these days, those who abide by the rules only deserve to go to hell!"

"That's right, sticking to the rules never ends well. ”

To his surprise, the black-haired wizard nodded in great agreement, and raised his left hand slightly: "So I must express my heartfelt thanks to you here, thank you for gathering everyone here, otherwise it will be too troublesome to catch them one by one." ”

Bringing everyone here?

A hint of confusion flashed across the mercenary leader's face, but then he saw a small flame suddenly appear in the palm of Loren's left hand, floating quietly in mid-air.

For some reason, his mind suddenly remembered several explosions in quick succession......

"Y-Did you plan to ...... in the first place?!"

"Blowing you all up in the sky?, yes, but it's too hard to execute, because you're not stupid enough to huddle in a ball—but that's different now, right?"

Loren shook his head sadly: "So you are mistaken, I am the unruly person." ”

"Stop, stop! Everyone, run away, run away, it's too late if you don't run!"

Panicked and screaming, the mercenary leader could only watch as the flames turned into fireballs and flew into the scattered crowd like meteors.

"No ————!!!!!"