The Night Clown is a little deep.

That was Wren's mind right now, and he didn't think it was good news that the members of this organization seemed to be unable to advance to the Sanctuary.

On the contrary, it shows that someone or someone behind the scenes is quite scary.

According to records, the Night Clown organization first appeared 150 years ago, and it can form its current scale, it is not finished, and it cannot be without the support of the Sage behind it!

After thinking about it, Wren decided to narrow down the scope of the Face-Breaking Plan.

It's not cowardice, it's about following your heart.

Although the Witcher Guild to which he belongs is far more powerful than the Night Clown, he is not strong enough to run amok.

Once he completely angers the real ruthless, the other party may not dare to retaliate against him blatantly, but it can still be done by secretly hurting the killer or stumbling on the Thorn Security Company.

If only he had a famous gun.

Where do you need to have so many scruples, whoever doesn't accept it will give him a shot!

Just when Wren was a little distracted, Keisha had finished bathing in the bathroom.

She picked up a white silk bathrobe, covered her graceful body, and walked over with all kinds of style.

"Be careful, Wren, don't make a big fuss, that underground organization involves the interests of too many people." Keisha pulled her hair back and asked.

She sat next to her boyfriend with her legs together, a jade hand gently caressing his back, and her beautiful eyes looked at him with a little worry.

Wren, who was lying on the bed, smiled indifferently and held her soft:

"Don't worry, I have my own measure, I can be long or short, soft or hard, can shrink and stretch, it is a man's natural skill!"

Originally, he planned to uproot the Night Jokers in the whole of Farolan in one fell swoop, but now, just wipe out their strongholds in the south of Faroland.

In this way, although the loss is also large, it will not drive the big people behind the Night Clown crazy.

Keisha snorted softly and pulled him up and hugged him tightly in her arms, her forehead pressed against his.

The four eyes met, and they could even feel each other's breathing, and Keisha said with affection on her eyebrows:

"Don't let me worry."

Probably out of a man's self-esteem and pride, he rarely took the initiative to let her help him, and this time the killing of the tuxedo clown was also her own strong request.

"Got it, long-winded housekeeper." In fact, his heart was very warm, and Wren still teased.

It's right to seek truth in wealth and danger, but he still understands this truth in order to sail a 10,000-year-old ship with caution.

The specific operation of the face-breaking plan is not simple, the characteristics of the [performer] profession - can make them change their body appearance, and they are very good at hiding.

Like the Shadow Warrior, this class is also a rather sharp assassin class, which is not easy to target.

And the strength of the Night Clown itself should not be underestimated, and if it is not operated properly, it is not impossible to capsize in the gutter.

Seeing that Wren's face became serious, knowing that he had listened to the advice, Keisha smiled:

"Well, I'm verbose, but, little man, remember, I'm your woman now, and don't leave me out of anything.

If you've been bullied, or you're in trouble that can't be solved, remember to tell me and I'll get you back on the field! ”

Maybe that's what she's really like?

"Okay, you are a mighty and domineering Valkyrie, and I am a little white face who eats soft rice." Shaking his head slightly, Wren replied with a smile.

Feeling her meticulous care, he was actually very touched in his heart.

The last time I had this kind of warmth was five years ago, when he was in junior high school in the city and boarded at a school.

That day, his emaciated mother, holding an umbrella and braving the pouring rain, came to visit him at school.

…………

"What do you think? Still in a daze. Keisha pouted, reached out and shook it in front of him.

Wren was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, gently scratched her nose, and then picked her up by the waist and put her on another bed.

He pulled up the soft blanket and covered her, kissed her red lips again, and said softly, "Satsuki, good night." ”

"Well, good night." Keisha smiled.

The lights went out, and the room fell into quiet darkness, and there was no word all night, and the two people who were in a good mood slept peacefully.

The next day, as soon as the sky was dawning, the two of them simply packed their clothes, ate breakfast on the first floor of the hotel, and rushed to the station in the suburbs and boarded the "Pioneer" train.

Accompanied by a shrill whistle, about two hours later, they arrived at the quaint city of Lost, an ancient city with a long history.

It originated during the Old Solar Dynasty and evolved from a military fortress.

The mottled old walls are full of pits, and there are still many dents on the surface of the walls, and in some places they are even covered with moss.

"Back then, the Blue Sword Saint Carlo opened the mountain with sword qi, leveled the hills, and built the city as a pass, and stayed here for fifty years, during which many demon powerhouses were beheaded under the sword......

Keesa took her boyfriend's hand and strolled under the quaint city walls, telling some stories from the past.

Wren nodded, and couldn't help but admire:

"Carlo is the strongest sword of the Tertiary Humans, and for a long time, there are only a few swordsmen who can compare with it."

David, the Sun Monarch of the same era, was actually stronger, but he seemed to be better at fist and foot kung fu.

Back then, Rocester City faced the onslaught of the Demon Army, and the flames were in full swing, and the strong were like clouds, and they were also very prosperous.

But now it's too far away from that era, the past is scattered with the wind, and this place has long been gone.

There are not many pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and the atmosphere is a little deserted, just like the city of Diramo not long ago.

At present, the economy in this part of the city is not developed, and there are few young adults on the road, but there are more old people, women and children, and it seems to be dull.

Keisha took Wren's hand, and the two didn't stop much in the city, and soon walked to the easternmost part of the city.

The sun rises in the east, and three towering green mountains stand here, this scene is like a giant palm in the sky, grasping the fiery red sun that slowly rises between the fingers.

The scene is slightly shocking, "the scorching sun in the palm of your hand" – one of the kingdom's famous natural landscapes.

At the foot of the mountain, there are many tourists who come here for sightseeing, and the atmosphere is more lively than in the city.

In addition to the three mountains, there was also a mountain next to it, which was significantly shorter than a few of its companions, but it was like a thumbs-up.

Strangely enough, though, the base of the mountain is actually larger, but it is flat-topped, as if a cone has been cut in half.

These mountains can be climbed, and Keisa took Wren's hand and walked towards the flat-topped low mountain:

"Don't you want to know the power of the top powerhouse? I'm going to take you to see it, even after more than a thousand years, there is still a sharp aura there. ”