"What are you talking about, President?" Garcia was confused.

Wren smiled lightly: "It's nothing, wait a year or two, I, Wren Ackerman, will also be a hero of Faroland." ”

If it weren't for the book written by a naturalist who revealed the events of those years, Alberto would still be a hero in that country.

It can only be said that with some people's means and acting skills, it is no accident that they can succeed.

After he came to this world, he has been reading, and after studying it, he realized that he was really naïve before.

Whether it is ideology or stratagem, it is at the level of primary school students, and it is impossible to do it at all.

There will be nothing else except killing, killing, to put it mildly, he is really a high-level thug.

I was mixed like that bear before, no wonder others, I was stupid and didn't read much.

It is precisely because of this understanding that even when he is in a relationship with Keisha, he still reads books in the afternoon.

Thinking of Keisha, Wren was a little ashamed, partly because he was afraid of being urged to marry, so he ran out.

Engaged and married at the age of 19, it was too early, and Wren only felt at a loss.

"Not a year or two later, Wren Ackerman, now, you can be the hero of Farorand!"

A calm and powerful voice came into Wren's ears, and he was shocked and looked intently at the bar counter.

The middle-aged bartender uncle with a mustache was wiping the table with a white cloth and looking at him.

The voice was loud, but no one heard the bartender uncle except Wren.

it, look away, the crouching tiger and leopard in the deep mountains, and the unicorn hidden in the fields.

Wren was shocked, the last time he came to the bar for the first time, he used the aura of the stars to probe the other party, but found nothing.

Even if he was only a third-order high at that time, ordinary master-level transcendents couldn't hide it from him.

Wren looked around and realized that he and Garcia were the only ones left in the bar besides the bartender.

"Garcia, you go back and join Suzanne first." Wren commanded.

"Yes, President." Unaware of anything unusual, the cowboy gulped down the beer from his glass, stood up, and walked out the door.

Watching him leave, the only thing left in the bar was Wren and Uncle Bartender, and the ticking of the wall clock.

Wren came to the counter, his eyes flashing blue, staring at the manly face of the bartender.

The aura of the stars in his body mobilized, but before he could carefully sense the other party's breath, his pupils suddenly felt a tingling pain.

It's so strong!

Wren quickly looked away slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. John, is there something wrong?" ”

He didn't feel any malice on the part of the other party, but he didn't understand what the other party was looking for him.

"Just call me Carlos, young man, you're very good, you entered the fourth order before you were twenty years old, and you designed to kill Marcello."

With a flash of appreciation in his eyes, Carlos said with a smile on his face.

Wren's expression was a little surprised: "Are you from the 7th game?" ”

Except for the old goat and his men, the only one who knew about it was Omar in the seventh game.

Carlos shook his head, and his tone was very emotional: "It's just a veteran, I wanted it to end like this, but someone didn't give face." ”

He got in touch with Game 7 last night and already knows a lot of things.

Not to mention the ghost hand, it is not a secret that Wren was promoted to the fourth order, and this information has been included in the 7th game.

Now, Wren's identity is a native of the deep city of Faroland, and when he was still working at Baker's Bar, he registered his household registration through his owner, William Baker.

Soon, someone from the royal family will come to confer the title on Sir Wren, and he will henceforth enjoy some of the privileges of a minor nobleman.

No matter what country you are in, a master-level transcendent, as long as you are not wanted, can live a very nourishing life, and if you have the ability, it is not difficult to become a big shot.

At that time, Alberto, an arms dealer, was only at the beginning of the fourth order, but his means were outstanding, and in the end, he was even richer than some saints.

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Carlos, is there anything to do with me?" Wren said straight to the point.

He's very busy right now, busy making a fortune, and he doesn't really want to get involved in anything else.

Of course, if the price is high enough, it is not impossible.

Carlos smiled slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Mr. Ackerman, I ask you to kill someone!" ”

When the word murder was blurted out at the end, the terrifying murderous aura flashed away, and the wine bottle in the wine cabinet buzzed and vibrate.

The breath of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain rushed to his face, and disappeared in an instant, Wren's teeth trembled, his body tensed, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, almost wanting to pull out the long knife behind his back.

Taking a deep breath, he stared at Carlos, the smiling bartender: "Who is the enemy?" ”

To be honest, he was ready to refuse, this person's strength was quite terrifying, and his sense of oppression was even stronger than Keisha's.

It is not necessarily stronger than her, but the realm is undoubtedly superior, and his opponent is not weak in the first place, and it is dangerous for him to intervene in a battle of this level.

"A duke of the blood clan, a marquis of the blood clan, the time is tonight, and the location is 10 kilometers away from the city of Diramo."

Carlos's voice was flat, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

"I'm sorry, I've just been promoted, my strength is very weak, and I'm afraid I'm afraid it will hold you back.

There are a lot of masters in Diramo City, and you can definitely find some old powerhouses. Wren politely declined.

The Marquis of the Blood Clan is just that, in case the other party has not beaten the Duke of the Blood Clan, he will sit on wax.

"It's okay, I don't mind, I believe in your abilities." The bartender said in a leisurely tone.

Wren's expression was very serious: "I mind, I'm so weak, in case it affects your performance, my conscience is uneasy." ”

Carlos raised his eyebrows and handed him a glass of beer with a smile: "That Marquis of the Blood Clan, named Kulo, belongs to the Rui Moor Clan, appeared in Bushen City, and once threatened to kill you. ”

Gordon, Earl of the Blood, that stupid uncle?

Wren suddenly laughed, this is really a narrow road!

At the beginning, Kulo threatened to kill him, but Wren naturally didn't give him a chance, and never took over the task after that, and never walked at night at home and school every day.

This is not cowardice, but to stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood.

Wren is not surprised that the other side knows this, Carlos is clearly linked to Game 7.

At that time, Director Jones of the 7th game was present, and he was courted afterwards, so it was normal to have a record.

"No problem, I'll take this job!" Wren's attitude changed drastically, and his head instantly became iron.

Kulo, who was raised by a son of a bitch, has never been so aggrieved, so he will be crushed to ashes tonight!

"Stopped?" Carlos said in a playful tone.

Wren snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "Joke, when has my Master Wren ever been afraid?"

Aren't they just two little bats? Smash them tonight! ”

Carlos was amazed at this cheekiness, and his tone was playful: "Master Wren, otherwise, you go and kill that blood duke, and I will kill Kulo." ”

His expression remained unchanged, and Ren said solemnly: "How can this be done, respecting the elders is a traditional virtue, and good things should naturally be left to the seniors."

That duke-level fat sheep will be left to you, don't be polite, the younger generation can kill a marquis-level pheasant. ”

Ha ha!

Carlos laughed, there was a reason why he chose to join forces with Rennes.

He said softly, "You go and get ready, and wait for the guests to come to the door tonight." ”

Wren didn't hesitate and walked away, he was going to prepare the technique in advance for the first battle after reaching the fourth order.

After watching him leave, Carlos removed the cabinet, lifted the floor tiles, and took out a two-meter-long black metal box from underneath.

Carlos Dean, Squadron Leader of the Knights of the Fire Dragon, [Lancer] class.

A vicious battle is inevitable.