Autumn in the city of Jining is a bit colder than usual.

The autumn breeze sweeps away the fallen leaves, bringing a hint of coolness to the pedestrians on the road.

Unaccustomed to this, Rams pulled his grey trench coat straight to his cheek and quickened his pace into the 'Bison Bar'.

It's a music bar located on a bustling pedestrian street that hosts some self-service music parties every night from 9pm.

There are a few old-school rock singers who like to howl passionately all night here, which is a great attraction for some indulgent men and women.

But the bustle is all at night, and at this time in the morning, apart from a few hangovers and still awake drinkers, only the bar owner, Bruno, stands behind the bar and leisurely wipes his beer glasses.

With a crisp doorbell, Rams, who had hidden his entire body inside a trench coat, opened the door and walked in.

He passed a few drinkers who were sleeping on the table, went straight to the bar owner, threw out three ten-dollar bills on the bar counter, and then said casually:

"Tell me a drink. In addition, the king of heaven covers the tiger. ”

There was a brief silence in the air, and the barkeeper stared indifferently at the visitor before he spoke:

"Don't you think you make yourself look suspicious by doing that?"

A white man in this oriental city, wearing an airtight trench coat and dark and shiny sunglasses, came to a bar that had not yet opened in the morning, and said "the king of heaven and the tiger", which was indeed a little suspicious.

But Rams didn't seem to think so, he took off his sunglasses and put them aside, revealing pale blue eyes staring directly at the calm bar owner, and finally urged with some impatience:

"Hurry up, old rules."

"Drink such strong alcohol early in the morning?" Bruno, the owner of the bar, poured a glass of whiskey and placed it in front of the guests.

"No, I'm talking about the code, right the code!" Rams snapped, a little restless compared to the unhurried bar owner.

"Is this really necessary?" Bruno asked, glancing at the still sleeping drinkers.

"No, it's not professional, come on, be professional."

"Okay, Bishop one and a half meters."

Bruno, a strong man who is two meters tall and weighs nearly two hundred and twenty pounds, finally began to say the code, and his expression looked quite uncomfortable.

Rams, who heard the code, could clearly feel relieved.

"Don't you think we've leaked an important piece of information?" Bruno then added.

Rams, who had already completed the docking process, seemed to be much more relaxed this time, he no longer looked left and right, but calmly picked up the wine glass and took a small sip.

"Nobody will think it's true, it's the most genius code, trust me."

The strong aroma of wine filled his mouth, which made Rams feel much more comfortable.

He looked back at the sleeping drinkers, and then whispered to the barkeeper:

"The holder of that Sauron card has been defeated."

Bruno, who had an indifferent face, heard the news, and his calm face couldn't help but be a little dignified.

He quickly drew a rippled cross on his chest, and said:

"Our Lady willing, there is one less apostle of evil gods in the world."

Seeing this, Rams also hurriedly returned a ripple cross, which was a ritual among their believers, and it was a standard that must be adhered to.

"You've been chasing that guy for almost a month, and tell me about it at this time, could it be that he didn't do it by your people?" Bruno asked, with his fingers crossed over his chest, speculatively.

Rams, on the other hand, nodded heavily and replied solemnly:

"That's what I'm here for you, someone has taken the lead, and it's likely that the other party is a newcomer."

"Newcomer?" Bruno's eyebrows furrowed, chewing on the word.

"Yes, an existence that can defeat an epic opponent just by mastering the cards."

Rams raised his glass again and took another sip of whiskey, the strong drink flowing down his throat, making him feel a lot less chilled.

Bruno's expression was much more serious, and he leaned forward unconsciously, and said tentatively:

"You suspect that the other party is the holder of the legendary card?"

Legendary cards, one in a thousand miles.

When a player with this card appears, everyone has to pay attention to it.

"I don't know, but that person's combat effectiveness is definitely not bad, you must know that although the holder of the Sauron card is also fighting for the first time, his card is very high, and his own quality is also extremely strong.

Didn't I analyze it at the beginning, this person has a win rate of more than 70% against opponents of the same level, and if the opponent is also an untrained newcomer, the win rate will be as high as 89%.

Now that the two have met, it only took thirty minutes to determine the winner, and the strength of the newcomer can be imagined. ”

Rams seemed to be quite bored after saying this in one breath, and he smothered the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the hot feeling burned from his throat to his stomach, and the warm feeling that spread from the inside out made him feel relaxed and peaceful.

On the contrary, Bruno's expression became more and more solemn, and the tall bar owner, who was like a black shadow, muttered in a low tone with a hint of warped tongue:

"An apostle of sin has fallen, but in exchange for a stronger being, the servants of the evil gods are simply endless, and our mission is far from over."

"So what to do now Bruno, you know, I'm not the type to be good at fighting, and dealing with Sauron cards is already my limit." Rams clutched the empty wine glass in both hands, as if he was worried that the bar owner opposite him would give him an order to 'you're being strengthened to rush quickly'.

"Be strong Rams, you are a believer in Our Lady, the hope for the salvation of mankind, and if necessary, we should give everything to the cause of Our Lady."

Bruno cupped Rams' cheek with his broad hand, like an old father comforting a cowardly child.

"But......" Rams felt like tears were coming out of his eyes, he had just been a mundane newsman two years ago.

If he hadn't seen the miracle with his own eyes, he wouldn't have just joined the sect. After all, he joined here purely for eternal life, not for unnecessary dedication.

As if aware of Rams's cowardice, the bar owner calmly let go of his hands, and he looked down at Rams, who was at a loss, as if considering the other party's courage to continue his mission.

Eventually, the tall bar owner seemed to have made up his mind, and he said in a calm tone:

"Then let the black dog do it, and I'll let him contact you."

"You're going to use the Black Dog? That's a mad dog, and it's going to kill a lot of people. Rams's expression changed in a matter of seconds.

It was good that he didn't have to face the newcomer, but it was equally hard for him to sleep when he was exposed to the black dog.

And this time, Bruno saw his uneasiness, and the barkeeper pressed Rams on the shoulder with his broad hand, and relieved him:

"Don't worry, even if it's a mad dog, it's a mad dog on our side, go ahead, summon up your courage and face him."

Rams didn't say anything more, the wine dissipated, and he felt that the place was colder than ever.