"My dear Loren, bother to use your brain before you're really ready to do it, is it out of reason, or is it just your impulse?!"

Asriel, who was dressed in a small red and black dress, had an unprecedentedly solemn expression, hugging his shoulders and looking at Loren who walked in the door: "Let me ask in a different way, do you know what you are doing now?"

"Of course I know. For the first time, Loren smiled gently at the young man in front of him: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Is there anything right?!" the angry boy widened his scarlet eyes, "You know it's a trap, right?!"

"Of course it's a trap, and they must have guessed I'm coming — or rather, if I'm not going to be accused of being a 'gang leader' and thrown into Ebolden prison, then I'll have to make this trip." ”

The black-haired wizard raised his hands in surrender very "innocently": "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person who does my best, not a genius who can immediately think of a 'good way', why don't you tell me a way to not have to go head-to-head with them?"

"You can have the Night's Watch die for you. Asrael gave a decisive answer: "Is it easier to go toe-to-toe with a group of elite mercenaries, or is it easier to clean up a wizard with a reputation as an apprentice?"

"They just have a little trust in me now, how can they be willing to die for me right away?" Loren sighed helplessly: "What's more, the premise of taking down Verlot is that you must ensure that the attention of the Bellini family is on me." ”

Now that the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower is full of the eyes of the Bellini family, they will surely notice if they suddenly disappear - as long as Peter Fasha takes the opportunity to take Verlot away from the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, the rest will be easy.

I believe that dear Mr. Verllow Bellini will know everything and say everything for the sake of his own life.

"It sounds reasonable, but it just sounds!" the young man pouted, looking very unhappy, "But I still want you to die?"

"That's right, it's dangerous......" Loren suddenly frowned, his expression very unbelievable:

"When did you care so much about my life or death?"

The corners of Asrael's mouth twitched slightly, and it was just a blink of an eye, and the pale and bloodless cheeks once again showed that "polite" smile:

"Why do you ask this, we're the closest of friends, and lovely Asriel has always been worried about your safety!"

No, this time is different...... Loren's pupils shrank slightly, trying to get even the slightest answer from the young man in front of him, even if he knew that it would only be in vain.

The last time he was so impatient, and even willing to take the initiative to help him, was because of the evil god of the Ancient Wood Forest, Mezka—only jealousy and fear could make this guy who never tell the truth a little flawed.

Could it be the same reason this time?

"Ah...... It's the same look again. I warned you, dear Loren, not to try to get answers in this way. The smile on the young man's face gradually receded, becoming indifferent and cold, "When I can tell you, Asrael will definitely know everything." ”

"Dear Asrael, I once read about you in a book. The black-haired wizard laughed playfully: "Say that you can always fulfill anyone's wishes, but always make others pay, and the process of fulfilling their wishes is not at all what they want." ”

"Hmm...... Very pertinent evaluation. Not even for a second, the boy immediately returned to his original "innocent" expression, eating his fingers and nodded: "But I only helped those people because it was funny, as for what they thought...... Well, I don't have to care what a bunch of humans think, do I?

Don't forget, the lovely Asrael is a real devil!"

"It says that you're a 'sweet devil' who is passionate about sacrifices and corpses, is that also your interest?

"Sacrifices and corpses?" Asriel was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened innocently: "How can they slander me like this?!"

"Defamation?" Loren was skeptical.

"Of course it's slander!...... That's right, the cute Asrael never denies that he's a bad boy, and it's fun to play tricks on people and fiddle with some self-righteous guys. The young man's expression was incomprehensible: "But what do I want a pile of corpses for?!"

“...... Eat?"

“......”

The handsome young man put his right hand against his forehead, his brows twitched constantly, and he looked depressed: "...... Anything else?"

"It's gone. ”

"Then how are you going to get out of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, there are spies everywhere outside the door - won't you be exposed if you just run over?"

"So you have to go the other way. Of course, Luo said:

"Sewers, of course. ”

........................ The screams of tearing out the intestines, the cry of the steel sword piercing the heart, the tearing of the neck...... In the base camp of the Crutch Gang, a wonderful "drama" is being staged.

The name of the play is "The End of Gutter Alley".

In front of hundreds of heavily armed and well-trained mercenary regiments plus an equal number of patrol guards, needless to say, a small cane gang, even all the gangsters in the south of the city combined, it is impossible to compete with them!

That's right, there are only more than 200 people, and if they are left to patrol the streets, half of them will die on the streets in less than a day, and the rest will probably have their ears and noses cut off, and then their corpses thrown into the wilderness, or hung on a sign in a tavern, to warn other "spectators" not to cross the line.

But if these two hundred people are clenched into fists, it is completely two concepts!

At first, the scum tried to resist, and after shooting crossbow arrows and throwing down dozens of corpses, the rest were completely gone. There were only some gutters or corners that popped out of nowhere, and after a dozen or so who were not afraid of death were soon stabbed to death, the rest began to "learn to behave".

It's not called fighting at all, it's called cleaning up the garbage.

A hundred patrol guards block the streets, and a hundred mercenary regiments control the large and small strongholds in Gutter Lane - and outside Gutter Alley, there are other patrol guards who control the perimeter to make sure that no more scum rushes in and causes trouble.

Before nightfall, the whole gutter alley will be "renewed" with all the gangsters, gangsters, robbers, thieves, beggars......

All the "social idlers" will be turned into overflowing sewage and garbage in the ditches, and then they will all be cleaned up.

Cleaning off his sword, the mercenary leader of the Bellini family walked into the base camp of the Crutch Gang, found himself a chair, and shook his head while panting.

What did you do here?

I thought that these damn thugs could still have some ability, but it turned out to be at this level? Not to mention those mercenary groups who are also fierce, or the wandering knights who travel north and south, even the peasant soldiers in the countryside of the Duchy of Lothair are a hundred times stronger than them!

The leader of the mercenaries, who had been hired by a certain Lord of Lothair, was impressed by the peasants of that land - almost all of them were good hunters, and they were keen to solve problems with their fists, and it was not uncommon for landlords to rebel in the countryside, and I even heard that there was a Lord Lord of Deep-Limburg who was happy to rebel all year round, until recently he kicked his legs and was robbed of his fief by Duke Lothair.

Compared to such a fierce principality, Ebolden is so peaceful that even the gangsters can't look at it.

"Your Excellency, one of our brothers is missing. ”

The leader of the mercenaries, who was still bored just now, stopped wiping his left hand and looked at the mercenary who ran back to report the news.

Kill my team all at once? It seems that these scum haven't learned a lesson yet, and they are so bold?

"Where is it?" the mercenary leader asked casually, "No matter how many of them there are, gather the crossbowmen around them and shoot them all into a sieve for me!"

"Not a few people...... Chief. The herald hesitated: "There is only one person, and even the crossbowmen who are in charge of guarding the surrounding eaves have been killed!"

The mercenary leader's expression is not very good.