Volume 11 The Underworld! Chapter Seventy-One: The Bet
I know that the sky is just a rough stone wall, but because of the disparity in distance, the space in my vision is stretched to infinity distant. γFengyun Reading Network.γ
The black-winged gargoyle swept through the air, and the two bats flew nimbly in the stalagmites that fell from the air, and each time they flashed out at the moment when they seemed to collide, and the spiders that inhabited the caverns crawled in panic under the gaze of the dark green eyes, and where they passed, the stalagmites seemed to have peeled off layers of dark clothing, revealing the dry gray and rough texture of the stalagmites.
Another flip, breaking away the hot and humid clouds, Luo Lan pressed the gargoyle's furry head, and looked down, the sparkling light indicated that it was a city.
He wiped away the cold water droplets on his cheeks, and controlled the gargoyle to descend downward, the warning of the Jianai attendant was still in his ears, in the sky above the black elf city, the flying demonic beasts of any family could not shuttle from above at will, otherwise they would be hit mercilessly, Luo Lan understood that this was ostensibly Jianai reminding himself kindly, but when he looked deeper, he could feel that she was intentionally or unintentionally weakening the weight of the gift of the Hai Yiruo hostess.
The hijackers did not hide their whereabouts when they left, and as soon as they left Sisuval's sphere of influence, they immediately galloped south on the Fallen Winged Pegasus, and the news was immediately learned by the Killing Guild in the city, and it was relayed to Luo Lan through the Jianai attendants.
The other party did not do this deliberately, but it was indeed fearless, generally speaking, flying demonic beasts are indeed not a place that ordinary people can have. What's more, a high-speed magical beast like a Fallen Winged Pegasus has an advantage in the air that is not comparable to several magical beasts, but it is unexpected. The Haruoyi Mistress actually gave her black-winged gargoyle to Luo Lan.
Relying on the unique speed of the gargoyle, Luo Lan quickly caught up with the clues left behind, and bit the other party tightly.
The other party has been flying along the inaccessible canyon for the past few days, but at this moment, in order to get rid of Luo Lan, he decisively gave up the plan to travel through the air, no longer avoided the city, and prepared to sneak away from the land.
This also means that Luo Lan's next journey will be more difficult.
Luo Lan's body pressed down. The gargoyle let out a hoarse screech and swooped down towards the city below.
In a tavern somewhere in the city.
"Are you sure that's okay?"
This is a magnetic voice, regardless of the person's identity, but this voice brings good feelings, coupled with the concerned gaze that is invested, and it is easy to make people think that this is a sentimental person.
Irina stopped her hand under the table and looked up at the thin man in front of her, he looked only in his thirties, but his weak appearance and slightly pale skin made people think that he was just a teenager, his eyes were gentle and emotional. His shoulders were a little thin, and apart from the thick knuckles and calluses, there was not the slightest evidence from beginning to end that this man was a master thief.
Irina was not the slightest bit cramped and embarrassed, she smiled lightly, lowered her head again, and completed the contact code in her hand very attentively.
A slight ripple rippled in Mersendor's heart, and that calm smile seemed to touch the emotions he had buried in his heart for many years, and he looked at Irina's focused expression with admiration, at her near-perfect face. He exhaled softly and did not stop it. The Killing Guild used a total of sixty thieves this time, plus the help of the dark mage, to restrain Irina and the others in a situation that was not easy. And the reason why he attaches so much importance is because of Aix's high opinion of Luo Lan and the strength he showed on the way to Sisuval.
With such outstanding women as Irina and Athena by his side, Mersendor not only attaches importance to Luo Lan, but also envies him. @
Irina made one last mark on the table, and then gracefully picked up the cutlery and took a small sip of the food of the underworld.
Mersendor didn't bother, but Irina's pleasing movements made him feel like he was admiring one of the most beautiful pictures in the world, and the casual expression of joy on the corners of the latter's mouth attracted him even more.
She must have remembered the man who was following her. That's why I'm so happy. Mersendor couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
He thought to himself, I won't let you meet again. Beautiful things can only be enjoyed by me.
Irina gently put down the fork, picked up the cherry wine on the table and tasted it, the moment the small red lips touched the blue wine, Mersendore's heart actually had a throbbing.
Mersendor also picked up the cherry wine on the table, as if he didn't care, and said, "Can he find the code engraved in such an inconspicuous corner?" In this city, there are more than 100 such inconspicuous taverns, and it is necessary to accurately find a hidden mark in them, he thinks that without this skill, even if he is a high-level shadow thief of the Killing Guild, he may not be able to do it, so he thought that this was a small gesture of Irina.
In fact, he enjoyed such small movements, because every time a person did this in front of him, it was a reflection of his complex and uneasy mental activity, and whenever Mersendor captured these body words, he felt that he was enjoying and feeling the heart of a person, which is the most pleasant and wonderful thing in the world.
However, Irina surprised him by her answer, and she nodded affirmatively, "Yes!"
Such a confident tone surprised Mersendore, and he laughed, shook his head, and said, "I don't believe it. β
Irina raised her delicate little hand, waved it, and smiled, "Let's make a bet, he will find this code." β
Mersendore's brow furrowed slightly, although he didn't look down at the code, judging by the friction and trembling movement of Irina's fingers against the wooden table, he had sketched a picture in his mind, a combination of two horns and a circle, it was an ordinary contact code, not an esoteric magic rune.
So why is she so confident?
After thinking about it, Mersendor couldn't help but smile slightly, this is just a suspicious formation, I'm afraid this is just this beautiful girl's gamble practice of not admitting defeat, why should he go deeper?
He suddenly thought it was funny, how many years had he not been in such a good mood?
However, although he did not stop Irina from doing something, being a thief does not mean that he would allow the latter to reveal his whereabouts to the opponents who followed him, even if this was only a 1 in 10,000 chance.
So he stretched out his finger and hooked it, and said, "Come on." β
The attendant standing on the side immediately walked over, leaned over and said, "President." β
Mersendor pointed to the table and said, "Go to the cellar." β
The attendant complied without hesitation, and the tavernkeeper opened his mouth wide, but after glancing at the splendid costumes of the men, he held back from speaking.
Irina was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled.
"You must think I'm trying to cover up this mark, don't you?" Mersendall smiled lightly and shook his head, "Fights and quarrels happen every day in this tavern, and changing tables is a common thing, and I'm really just trying to protect it." Because I want to see if the person you're talking about is really that amazing. β
Irina smiled, her gaze turned to the other guests who were staring at her, and said, "But you have left more clues in this way." β
A twinkle flashed in Mersendore's eyes, and he pursed his lips and said, "They'll all forget." β
Irina couldn't help but think of the tall and thin dark mage hiding in the carriage, and also remembered the black elf girl who had been asleep, and nodded thoughtfully.
"Since we're making a bet, we're going to make a bet. Mersendall picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully.
Irina looked interested and said, "Tell me about your bets." β
Mersendor leaned forward, stared into Irina's beautiful eyes, and whispered, "If I win, I want you to join my union." β
Irina blinked and said, "What if I win?"
Mersendor slowly leaned back and smiled, "Don't expect me to let you go, because in that case, we will be in a hostile position, and I don't want to kill you, so please consider the bet seriously." β
Irina was obviously not surprised by this answer, and she chuckled, "If that's the case, I'll seriously consider it." β
"You seem pretty sure you're going to win?" Mersendor looked over, then shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the fear of delaying the trip to escort the Ruolin Guild, even if he caught up, I wouldn't think he would be able to defeat me." β
Irina smiled silently, clearly disagreeing with the statement. Seeing her expression, Mersendor couldn't help but feel a sense of competitiveness, he raised his eyebrows, and said, "I'm really interested, where does your confidence in him come from? Is it those once weak enemies, or is he holding a legendary weapon?"
At this moment, one of the attendants pushed through the crowd of the tavern, hurried over to Mersendor and whispered a few words in his ear.
Mersendor's face changed slightly, then he slowly stood up, stretched out a hand to make a gesture of support, and smiled: "Madam, the guest is here, we should leave." β