Tomorrow will begin the reconstruction of the last ruined building, and Ian lies down in a rented room in the tavern.

It's a weird feeling, mentally exhausted, but with little physical exertion.

Ever since he was placed in Zandar's custody, he has been in a comatose state, and it is unknown how long this situation will last, or if it will damage it. But thinking back to the chaos on the docks that night, it was better not to wake up in Swamp Dragon City.

As Ian lay down, he remembered the excitement he had when he came to the swamp dragon city, and his praise for the environment after the change...... Listening to the meaning of its words, it seems to be feeding on something as empty as "desire". Could it be that the chaotic and evil desires that pervade the swamp dragon city are the reason for the change? It has always been difficult for humans to trust theories that cannot be verified with their own eyes.

"Click", a faint sound suddenly came from the window. If Ian had been asleep, he would have missed the sound.

But he was still awake, and had quickly rolled over, sword in hand.

"Who!?" Ian whispered.

He felt that he was not alone in the room, and that the window had been opened.

The other hesitated for a moment, and then a short, slender figure stepped out of the shadows under the window.

"Cat people?" Ian saw the other man's face.

A young female cat-man wears a tight-fitting nightwalker, masked, and has two short daggers stuck around her waist, similar to the one used by Maggie.

"Mr. Ian," the cat man said in a low and short voice, "the Goldtail Chamber has a letter for you. ”

Her tone was calm, she didn't hear the slightest emotion, and she didn't breathe. This room is on the third floor of the tavern, and the houses in Swamp Dragon City are like bamboo houses, and the roofs are smooth and difficult to walk. The messenger climbed up in the night, and was able to make no noise and breath without any confusion.

"Who gave it?" Ian asked silently, though he was in awe of the other party's stealth skills.

The other party handed over a letter and sealed it with beeswax. The beeswax is stamped with the seal of Victor, the president of the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce.

Ian's heart sank: Could it be that something happened to the Goldtail Chamber of Commerce?

He looked up at the cat-man envoy again, and saw that the other party was motionless as if it were a wooden carving. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at the letter," replied the messenger, "and I am only responsible for delivering it." ”

Ian re-lit the oil lamp, quickly unfolded the letter and read it.

Half a moment later, he put down the letter with a grim face.

This is indeed a handwritten letter from Victor, the president of the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce, but the content is full of rebukes and threats. The beginning was good, and it was clarified for him that Ian, as a member of the Warscar Mercenary Regiment, should operate within the agreed boundaries according to the contract, and return to headquarters regularly. However, Victor then switched to very harsh words, condemning Ian's wayward behavior.

What made Ian angry the most was that he didn't even mention the arrangement of Elise and Granny Su Mu and others, obviously on purpose.

When the cat-man messenger saw that he had finished reading the letter, he asked, "How do you reply?"

Ian thought for a moment and asked, "Must reply?"

"There is no reply, which is also a kind of reply

。 The cat man replied coldly.

"Then you say—" Ian thought for a moment before replying, "I know what he means, but I can't go back yet." ”

"Noted down. The cat man replied calmly, "Also, I noticed that you are using the magic blacksmith's skills to work for the lord of Swamp Dragon City, and I will bring this news with me." She may have just informed Ian, but it seemed like something was out of the strings.

Without waiting for Ian to ask again, the cat-man gently stepped back into the shadows and was gone. Ian took a few steps closer, and only a gap remained in the window, which seemed to leave with swiftness.

Oasis is at its most comfortable. Crops are harvested from all over the country, and vendors from the north and south bring the grandest circulation of goods before the winter, and the market is very lively every day.

The building of the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce is just as lively, but in a different sense.

With a "boom", Babich was thrown out of the hall and smashed the door open.

There was another "snap", and a whip made of the tendons of multiple lizards wrapped around Sid's wrist. The man holding the whip didn't wait for Sid to move, and he shook it hard, dragging him out of the way. Sid's back slammed into the wall of the hall.

The person who made the whip flicked his wrist a few times, withdrew the whip in his hand, and inserted it into the pouch around his waist. This man is also quite strange, in this kind of place, people usually stick a few throwing knives or daggers, but he puts a whip.

Sid's eyes were full of stars, and although he was angry, he was terrified. Regardless of himself, Babich fights with a rapian, and how agile he usually is, he actually suffers from this whip. As soon as the whip was wrapped, Babich seemed to be pulled towards the other party by the force of the incomparably great. Then there was the fist wearing unknown armor, which smashed into Babich's abdomen mercilessly, and actually punched him out of the door.

The man was wrapped in a kind of black armor, which did not look bulky, but it gave people a sense of oppression in the face of a heavily armored knight.

"Sayer. Rodel, the head of the regiment, came down from the upper floor and saw him.

There was no welcome in his voice.

"Captain. The man's unruly voice came from the armor that had never been removed, "Are you too slack?"

Rodell glanced at Sid, who was staggering up, and Babich, who was lying outside the door, and walked over without speaking.

"Why are you back, Sayer?" Rodell asked, standing in front of Sayer.

The black-armored warrior named Sayer just replied coldly: "Although I have been on missions all year round, the contract between the mercenary group and the Golden Tail stipulates that I must come back regularly to report, and the deadline is almost up. ”

"Why did you do it with them?" Rodell looked around at the mess.

"They spoke disrespectfully to me, completely ignoring the class rules of War Scars, without the slightest respect. I've taught them a little bit of a lesson. Sayer replied lightly, "Also, maybe you don't know, the president personally summoned me back for an important task. ”

Rodel's eyes lit up. Sayer is also a member of the Warscar Mercenary Regiment, and in terms of pure strength, I'm afraid only Rodell can barely beat him.

This man is rebellious by nature, proud of his combat skills, and acts violently and viciously, and is very unpopular with the rest of the mercenary group. In particular, the half-elf Titi was disgusted with him and never wanted to go with him. No one knows when he joined the regiment or why he was included in the mercenary group.

Sayer doesn't care, he's always been a loner and doesn't care what others think.

President Victor seems to like him quite a bit, and has some confidential and important tasks, which he often asks him to do. Sometimes he didn't even know about Rodel, which always made the old head mind. These people are all senior mercenaries, each of them has experienced a hundred battles, and more or less has some aliases and titles. But the title of Sayer, they never heard of him himself, and finally heard from outsiders: the Grim Reaper. Maybe it has something to do with his weapons. The whip was only his aid, his main weapon in battle, resting quietly against the wall—a long-handled scythe.

"And I've heard," Sayer was half a head taller than Rodel, and he stepped forward and leaned forward slightly into the old leader's ear, "Your new member of the regiment has a very problematic ...... need special discipline."

Rodell turned and walked upstairs to Victor's room.

"Did you have anything to do with Ian when you summoned Sayer back?" Rodell asked in Victor's study, his voice restrained his anger.

"Yes. Victor replied calmly.

"Don't you know Sayer's nickname?" Rodell growled, "What do you want to do?!"

"I'm just asking him," Victor gestured lightly, "to go and bring Ian back." ”

Without waiting for Rodell to speak again, Victor stood up: "Ian went deep into the hinterland of the empire despite our contract, and it is your responsibility, I won't say it." I once asked him to invest a sum of money to work for us as a magic blacksmith, but he refused. But now, he's working for the female demon in Swamp Dragon City! he's casting a material for the female demon......"

Victor controlled his emotions for a moment, but there was a dangerous and fierce light in his black round eyes: "That material is enough to make a powerful siege machine! In addition, he promised to forge three magic blacksmith products for that robber, three pieces!"

Finally, he said in an unquestioning tone: "You don't have to worry about this matter, Sayer will bring him back." ”

Old Roder listened to Victor's statement in a daze, and opened his mouth, but in the end did not speak again.

The fog and humidity of Swamp Dragon City were still heavy, but the new shacks that had been rebuilt with Ian's help brought some freshness to the area and diluted a bit of the obscure atmosphere. There were also a lot of people from other parts of the city who came to visit, which slightly stirred up the stagnant air of Swamp Dragon City.

In addition to these, new news came from the east, and it continued to spread throughout the city of Swamp Dragon as the messengers rushed.

"Great victory for White Kite!" Ian poked his head out of the third-floor window of the tavern as he heard the messenger shout.

Although he had never been there, he remembered the White Kite City. That's Hill

The French Empire was close to the border barrier of the Eastern Ancient Kingdom, and when he escaped from the Glazed Forest, he listened to Sid's suggestion and chose the Western Kingdoms Commonwealth, instead of entering the Eastern Ancient Kingdom from White Kite City.

The empire was sandwiched between the two great powers of the East and the West, while at war with several countries. Although he quickly captured the three counties in the north, there was no good news after that. Now that White Kite City has won a big victory, it should be about the battle of the Eastern Ancient Kingdom against White Kite City some time ago.

In the tavern, the dusty bard recounts the battle of the White Kite City.

"I've just come back from there," the bard, known as "The Pelican," mysteriously announced, "and you who want to hear the truth, come." He tapped his knuckles on the table, meaning to pay the money, "Twenty silver coins and I will begin to speak! far more accurate and rich than the messenger's message, which I have seen with my own eyes!" As he boasted, the drinkers laughed at him, but some people kept pulling out silver coins and placing them in front of him.

"You can make a few more trips, it's more than you can sing!" someone scoffed.

The lean "pelican" glanced at the other party, carefully counted the number of silver coins, and then flicked them all into his bag.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "then I'll start talking, if you don't give money, stay away!"

(End of chapter)