It's the third night," he said, as if he couldn't finish his glass, "something must be going on...... Definitely...... How about you, do you want to do it with me?" he suddenly suggested, "I know you're a mercenary too, albeit a little younger. I see the badge around your neck. ”

Ian subconsciously reached out and touched it, and his black stone insignia was really hanging on his chest. I don't know when I jumped out of my clothes, maybe it was when Shirahoshi was running.

"What level of commission?" asked Ian.

"Blackstone. Roger immediately responded.

"Where's the power of attorney?" Ian asked, swallowing a loaf of bread.

"Upstairs, my room, if you want to see it, just go up later. Roger was a little impatient, "Don't worry, I just want to be able to complete the commission now, and when the time comes, I should guarantee that none of your gold coins will be missing!"

Ian shoved the last piece of cold cheese into his mouth and didn't speak.

Roger lowered his voice again and said, "I can't continue to spend it here, I've been dragging those two guys—" he glanced at the merry merchants behind him, "I've been here for days." I lied to them that there was a large group of demonic beasts in front of them, and I couldn't deal with it alone, so I let them stay here for two days. But they were very timid, and when they heard that the curse was about to leave, it took me a lot of time to keep them steady. If something happens tonight, they're afraid they'll pull me out of here early tomorrow morning. ”

"Understood," Ian wiped his mouth, "taking half of your honorarium." ”

Roger hesitated, apparently Ian's offer was higher than he expected.

"Isn't half a little too much...... "Roger slurped, "Sancheng, how about ......it? We mercenaries need friends, right?"

"More gold. And you've said it yourself," Ian laughed, "and if you can't settle this commission tonight, you'll have to get out of here." It's hard to say when you'll be able to come back here after that, when the commission will not be valid!"

Roger was sullen and silent, he had been so aggressive in trying to persuade Ian to join in that he had obviously run out of bargaining chips.

"Okay, half is half!" he whispered, gritting his teeth.

"Deal. Ian pretended to touch the empty cup with Roger's, "Have you had enough......?"

"Shhhhhh......h

Ian listened, and the only thing in the tavern was the two merchants flattering and showing off to each other, and the tavernkeeper making noises as he was busy in the kitchen. Other than that, there are no anomalies.

He looked at Roger suspiciously, but the latter's face was uncertain.

"You really didn't hear ......?" he asked in a low voice, "the child's laughter ......"

Ian didn't know if Roger's ears were particularly sharp, but he did have a lot of guts. I saw him say "Come on", and the bento strode out first, and picked up the heavy crossbow that had been propped up by the bar. He was in such a hurry that Ian didn't have time to ask too much, so he had to quickly follow. The two merchants were still behind him and asked loudly, "Why did Roger go, where are you going?"

Pushing the door and walking out of the tavern, the streets of Crescent Village were lit up, although lonely. Makeshift additional torches, braziers, and oil lamps burned alone. It's not hard to guess that this is probably also a response to the strange things that may happen tonight. It's no wonder that the two unlucky guys at the entrance of the village are so scared, it is really bad luck to be selected to be on duty tonight.

Ian looked around, and not only did the streets be lit up, but almost every house had a bright light in their windows.

He frowned, did no one dare to fall asleep? But at this time, the average child should have fallen asleep. Poor parents can only endure sleepiness and tiredness of the day, but they dare not close their eyes.

Roger took a few steps to the northeast, stopped to listen carefully, and it didn't seem quite right, so he turned back and walked in the opposite direction.

Ian still didn't hear anything, just followed him blankly, not knowing where he was going. Ian was suspicious, he had always been confident in his hearing.

Suddenly, a woman's terrible scream sounded in the distance behind them, making the hair stand on end. Ian and Roger suddenly turned around at the same time, hurrying in which direction. Along the way, the originally deserted village gradually bustled, and more and more people came out of their homes tremblingly, tacitly exchanging glances with neighbors, and even chatting a few words about the situation. But they hardly forgot to drag their sleepy-eyed children, and the too young ones walked out of the house with them in their arms, as if they did not dare to leave for a moment.

Roger was secretly frightened. He hadn't heard anything, any child's laughter, he had lied to Ian. The acting is realistic, just to prevent Ian from checking the power of attorney. The power of attorney for the guild was lying quietly on Roger's table in the small room on the second floor of the tavern. In the order limit level, it is written "Cheng Yin" - one order higher than Ian's blackstone.

By the time Ian and Roger arrived, a woman was sitting in front of her house, crying out for something. It seems that she was the one who screamed just now. Her neighbors had gathered around the room, and several women had come forward to comfort her.

"I'm so sleepy," she cried, "how can I fall asleep!" she sobbed in despair, "I...... I think it's just that

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