The sound of the blade tearing through the air reached Jason's ears!

Not against him.

It's in ......

Behind the carriage, near the city gate.

Jason subconsciously turned around, and immediately saw a figure covered in a gray-black cloak, jumping from above the city gate, and the sharp blade in his hand pierced into the patrol man's body.

Burst!

"Ahh

The patrolman's rapid, brief screams came to an abrupt end, and the corpse was carried in the hands of the blade-wielding figure, as if to show off the trophy, and the other man lifted it above his head, facing around, and shouted in his mouth:

"Revival!"

"Indestructible!"

After shouting these words, the other party threw down the patrol and ran towards the outside of Taor City.

Everything happens between the lights and the fire.

When the other party was about to run out of the city gate, the remaining soldiers reacted.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

A captain soldier who was at the outpost near the city gate rushed out, shouting loudly.

All the soldiers raised their flintlock rifles in their hands, and they skillfully bit open the fixed paper-shelled bullets, poured part of the gunpowder into the fire pool, and stuffed the remaining gunpowder and projectiles into the barrel with a whole strip.

In about 20 seconds, all the soldiers completed the action.

Then, facing the distant figure, he pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

Dense projectiles covered the figure like raindrops.

It may be impossible for a flintlock rifle to directly hit the target after the aiming accuracy exceeds a certain distance, but when ten or twenty flintlock rifles fire at the same time, the covering blow makes the 'hit rate' skyrocket.

Just like this time.

The figure that had already rushed out of nearly two hundred meters was directly knocked to the ground.

The soldiers quickly surrounded the flintlock rifles with their bayonets loaded.

The man who fell to the ground did not die directly, and when the soldiers surrounded him, the figure rolled over, but the appearance of limping doomed the other party.

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to care.

"Revival!"

"Indestructible!"

Shouting such slogans, the man waved the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the soldiers.

Bang bang bang!

Another intensive firing.

This time it was different from the previous one that reduced the power of the projectile due to distance.

At a distance of less than 10 meters, the flintlock rifle is almost as powerful as possible.

The man fell straight to the ground.

The whole body was covered with scars from projectiles.

When he died, the other party never let go of the long sword in his hand.

More than three times the field of vision of ordinary people, Jason can see this scene clearly.

Similarly, unlike the ordinary people who crowded around and just watched the 'accident', Jason always paid attention to his surroundings.

So, he could see the gloom on the face of Peters, the coachman, for a moment.

Then, there was more confusion and confusion.

The people around me were excitedly discussing the 'revival meeting'.

"It's a revival madman again!"

"A bunch of fools who only know swords!"

"How can a sword compare to a flintlock pistol?"

"I've heard that they also reject the steam engine, thinking that horses are the best!"

"A bunch of foolish guys!"

The discussion made Jason quickly understand what kind of existence this organization called the 'Revival Society' was.

Admire everything that preceded the rise of gunpowder weapons.

Rejects any organization that is tied to things like steam engines.

Acting aggressively and bloody.

And the strength of the members is ...... Not weak!

Just like the assassin who caused the bloody blood, whether it was the assassination of the other party jumping from a height or the speed when escaping, it had reached the limit of an ordinary person.

It is simply impossible to do this without years of effective training.

But facing a group of 'gunslingers' who have also been trained, even if they have trained for less than a tenth of his time, they are still no opponent.

Alas!

A low sigh rang out from the mouth of the coachman Peters.

Then the coachman began to quickly rein in his emotions.

He didn't notice that Jason was watching him the whole time.

"Sir, we need to speed things up."

Peters, who had reverted back to his usual driver's appearance, said.

"Okay."

Jason said as he returned to the carriage.

Syllable!

With the sound of the whip, the carriage sailed through the streets of Taure.

The cobblestone pavement had long been polished and smoothed, except for a few gaps and outlines, and the original appearance was not visible at all, and the carriage drove on it without the slightest bump.

When you turn into the main street of Taoer, the stone pavement is smoother, but the buildings on both sides are becoming more and more 'crowded'.

The first and second floors are still the brick and stone buildings that Jason often sees, and when they reach the third floor or above, they become wooden buildings, and it seems to make the 'room' larger, the 'walls' of the wooden buildings almost protrude to the extension of the walls of the brick and stone buildings, making people feel 'top-heavy' when they see it, and in some places, there are wooden planks less than 30 cm wide, forming a series of 'sky bridges'.

This is something Jason hasn't seen in 'Lorde'.

'Lorde' is also crowded, but it is quite well planned.

And the Tao in front of him made Jason feel a kind of mess.

However, it is still vibrant.

Looking up at the people walking on the 'flyover', there is basically no need to think about anything other than worrying that the other party will fall down and hit you.

The carriage finally stopped at the end of the main street, in front of a shop called the 'Shire Carriage Shop'.

A sign similar to 'Delin Motors' represents the 'alliance' between the two sides.

When Peters handed over the certificate to the owner of the Charles Dealership, Jason was immediately greeted by the slightly chubby boss.

"In the afternoon, it's natural to need afternoon tea."

As he spoke, the fat boss brought over the shelves containing snacks and fruits.

Unlike the upper and lower shelves that Jason had seen in Jadanren before, Tauer's shelves were not only divided into three tiers, but also equipped with a bowl-like container on the top floor, in which a pudding was placed.

The juice of the caramel is poured over the pudding, and two silver spoons are placed on the sides.

The middle and lower levels were the same as Jason had ever seen, with small cookies and fruit.

"How much sugar and milk do I need?"

The fat boss asked Jason with a sugar bowl and teapot.

"Thank you."

"Tea is fine."

Jason responded.

The fat boss immediately poured a cup of tea for Jason, and then, sitting opposite Jason, chatting while eating.

The fat boss is undoubtedly a talkative and self-acquainted person.

Even if Jason doesn't speak, he can speak happily.

"You're from Jedanron, do you know about Mawson Circus?"

"They were so unlucky, not only did the lion suddenly lose control and bite someone, but the lion also disappeared later."

"The head of Mawson's circus had to leave a large bond before leaving Gerdanlen."

"Still, their performance in Taur was a success."

"That Mawson guy is a bastard, but because he's a bastard, there's always a way to get through a crisis."

Listening to the fat boss's narration, Jason subconsciously thought of his lionskin mattress.

Very comfortable, very warm, and a good helper for him to read.

At this time, the fat boss suddenly looked around, leaned his face closer, lowered his voice and said:

"I heard that Mawson's bastard quietly began to sacrifice to the evil god in order to make a fortune!"

"The poor girl who was bitten to death is a sacrifice!"

"And ......"

"He's going to sacrifice more!"

The fat boss's voice became deeper and deeper.

Even, with a hint of strange hoarseness.

But the fat boss himself didn't notice such an abnormality.

In the same way, he didn't notice that his face was beginning to emerge......

Lividity!