It's a tavern.

Tattered signs, muddy and dirty floors, wine-soaked tables and chairs, dim lighting, fermentation, sweat stench, ale, mop water...... All kinds of weird smells come to you from the moment you step through the door.

The meaty-faced tavernkeeper, the roaring fireplace, the poorly dressed and vulgar guests...... It's almost exactly the same as the tavern in the gutter alley of Ebolden.

To put it simply, it is a place for hooligans and beggars, and a place for poor people to gather for pleasure, and it is also a place for gangsters to make money.

The black-haired wizard with a dagger around his neck followed the Assassin into the tavern door, followed by Lena de Salion, clutching the chest in her arms.

It contained gold bonds worth 300 million silver coins.

Behind the "black-rimmed glasses", two other Assassins stood at either side of her.

The three of them stared at Loren and the black-rimmed glasses in unison, the blade around their necks never leaving an inch from the moment they were on their necks, their knuckles and the backs of their hands always tightened.

That's a sign before the force... These were no ordinary thugs, but truly top-notch assassins.

This true Assassin is completely different from ordinary thug mercenaries, and even Church knights and wizards...... To deal with the latter, you can have no scruples ... It's a big deal to get attention and blow up the entire street with the "fire of Turin" to send them to heaven.

But to deal with these people, and on the premise of stepping into their trap... Loren had to be vigilant.

Money doesn't matter, but Lena de Salion is her only witness, and she must not miss the slightest.

Passing through the tavern's bar through a crowd of big, poorly dressed and yelling men, there was an empty four-seater at the bottom.

The black-haired wizard with the dagger on his face was expressionless, his gaze constantly passing around, taking in the entire tavern.

No more, no less, counting the one next to you... Thirty-five.

Just as they squeezed through the crowd, the retreat behind them had been completely blocked by the guests in the tavern...... This meant that Loren, who was carrying Lena de Salion, would not be able to evacuate safely from here before the three Assassins reacted.

So what about getting these three people first?

His gaze swept over the two on either side of the girl, and the black-haired wizard quickly rejected his idea...... It's too slow, the position of the two people is very subtle, it seems to be very close but it is never on the same level, and it is impossible to solve two at the same time.

The moment he starts, the other has the possibility of hurting Lena.

As his gaze swept over the gray-robed man beside him, Loren saw the fierceness in his eyes.

It's the guy who was let go by himself last time......

These people have figured out the details of themselves... It's better to talk to them about snakes first, and it's best not to do it unless it is a last resort.

And the other party specially chose this kind of place, it's hard to say whether there are other ambushes and back-ups... You'll have to figure out how to make this your home turf first.

The black-haired wizard made the final judgment and spoke the first moment he sat down:

"Tell me straight, what do you want?"

The gray-robed man on the opposite side was obviously stunned, looking at the obviously fearless guy, he couldn't help but clench his fists:

"If memory serves, I told you last time, Lord Loren Turin. ”

"If memory serves, I told you last time that I'm not interested. Loren shrugged, unaware that he was the one threatened:

"If you're still going to make conditions, I'd suggest you get another one, and if not... Miss Lena and I have other things. ”

"Bell ——!"

The moment the words fell, Yinmang screamed!

The black-haired wizard glanced sideways slightly, and the cold, slender sword slid across his face, piercing the back of the chair behind him, and the bright silver that was still at his waist also pressed against the assassin's throat.

Feeling the coldness around his neck, the assassin holding the hilt of his sword did not move, sweat on his cheeks like rain, and his body trembled slightly.

"I suggest you better not be impulsive. Expressionless, Loren raised his left hand and placed a copper plate-sized dice in front of the gray-robed man:

"This friend of yours can't get away with it anymore. ”

The gray-robed man's expression was hard to see.

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, we ......"

"Oh, by the way, please trouble the gentleman, if he wants to see me so much, he won't have to do so. Loren knocked on the table: "Just leave a message, anytime, anywhere, I will be waiting for you at any time." ”

"That's... Sir?"

Loren raised his head, the corners of his mouth slid slightly over the arc, and he only opened his mouth but did not make a sound: "Rut Infinit." ”

He got it?!

The gray-robed man looked at the fearless wizard in front of him in astonishment.

How could he......

"How would I know... You might as well ask why I didn't find out until now. Tapping on the table, Loren's eyes fell on the black dice.

Although it is not clear how this works, this "enchantment technique" of attaching magic spells to objects is the latest research that has only emerged at Eberden in recent years, and so far the only thing that has really spread widely is the "fluorite lamp" that enchants the "firefly charm".

What other force in the Empire could have been so unsparingly supported by Eberden that it possessed the latest technology in alchemy?

Who knows their own details and knows their every move?

The night watchman, of course.

Looking at the sharp silver blade around his companion's neck, the gray-robed man who felt a faint pain in his chest twitched his throat.

This guy... He came prepared.

That's right, how can someone who can be appreciated by Lord Ruth Infinit not have a backhand?

"Now that you've discovered... So why are you here?"

Just a few words, the gray-robed man found that it was extremely difficult to speak.

Because there are assassins in the casino who they don't know about, and it's likely that they're ready to do it - that's true, but how could a black-haired wizard tell them this?

"Because I'm also a night watchman. Loren lowered his voice: "The most important point is that I believe in the most basic sanity of Rut Infinit as the ruler of the Night's Watch. ”

It's not character, it's not morality...... Rute Infinit can be called the bottom line of humanity in these two points, an outstanding representative of Sven scum, and the image spokesperson of the discredited people.

Kill yourself, will he solve the problem?

Of course not, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed himself to live until now - the crux of the matter was not with his own little wizard advisor, but with His Highness Brandon de Salion from the Heavenly Dome.

As long as this "Dragon Rider" is alive, he will cause endless trouble for His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connad.

Rather than go head-to-head with Brandon, you might as well monitor yourself, the wizard advisor, to control his every move... That's probably what Rut Infinit had in mind.

"Where did this come from, Young Master Kuo?" a loud and rude voice suddenly approached, and there was a face full of meat:

"And a little girl in a floral dress ran to our chassis... Why, all the nobles and lords of these years like to play this tune?"

"Bang ——!"

The brawny man slammed a full glass of ale on the table, and the gray-robed man and the two assassins on the side frowned slightly, deliberately avoiding the spilled liquor.

The taverns in this kind of place don't make good black malt wine, most of them are rotten old grain, fermented with leftover water from the gutter cellar... The taste can be imagined.

"If you don't want to die, give me this drink, and then get out of our tavern, and the brethren of the province will try their best to throw you all into the dung pit!"

"Or are you going to play a little different with the brothers, Young Master Kuo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several strong men behind him erupted into a commotion, mixed with a lot of lewd laughter.

"I guess forget it. ”

Loren picked up the glass on the table and drank it under the incredulous gaze of the three Assassins, before getting up and walking towards the door without looking back.

"What ...... he want?!"

The assassin on the side just tried to intercept him, but he was held down by the gray-robed man, and his calm gaze turned to Lena de Salion, who was sitting opposite.

The girl holding the box in her arms still looked at the back of the black-haired wizard leaving with a blank face.

"Bell ——!"

The crisp sound made the noisy tavern suddenly quiet.

Is that... The sound of the door being locked.

The gray-robed man's eyes widened, staring at the back of Loren Turin in front of the door.

"I don't know how to be polite ......"

"Unbeatable......

"Liya ......"

With a strange smile, Loren turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at the whole tavern with his shoulders hugged, staring at his strong men

"Sorry, I wanted to try this sentence a long time ago. The black-haired wizard shrugged: "So ......"

"You're going to stand here for a day......"

"Or do you want to fight with me?"