Belan said it takes time to study the riding gun.

It could be a few days, or more......

Adam knew in her heart that she was waiting for her to make a decision, and if she didn't show her face to Leslie, she probably wouldn't get this batch of weapons in her life.

He took one out of the waste paper and wrote it down at the inn where he was staying, but instead of giving it to Belan, he carried it in the concave bag of the sword belt.

Adam said goodbye to the female maintenance worker and turned to leave the room.

There is a lot of traffic in the maintenance shed, and parts and raw materials are changing hands at a rapid pace.

Many rooms are full of fires, laborers and apprentices exchange scraps for drinks, and raunchy blacksmiths exchange scolding frowning designers......

Adam lifted the curtain of the door tattooed with the skull.

There were three strong men, sitting or leaning with their backs to them, apparently for some time.

Three brothers who are vendors.

They are now engaged in watching others unload.

Adam didn't say a word, his chin was raised, his gaze was raised, and he crossed the other's shoulders to catch a glimpse of the situation in the distance.

Beran's maintenance room had taken the Crystal, so her laborers were busy, and the group was thin, with age spots on their skin and gray, dry hair—the Moss.

It was one of the Lonely Clans of Kundia.

Even history does not record what ancient race combined with humans to leave this bloodline.

They are very weak, but they are born with the ability to use secret arts.

At this time, several Moss people in fishskin coats were trembling and raising their arms, their pupils dilated and converging, and their mouths murmuring.

The Dark Crystals were still two steps away from those palms, but they were wrapped in a cyan glow, floating smoothly off the ground.

They seemed to be carrying a pot of thick soup in the air, just keeping their hands moving, and chanting with small rhymes, and walked to the back of the maintenance shed, where there was a consumable warehouse.

"Mr. Duchen, are you out?"

The vendor stood up and spoke.

He was already absent-minded, so he was the first to discover that Adam was behind.

"I'm sorry, please understand, we haven't introduced ourselves yet, I'm Ange, these two are my brothers, we have been on the battlefield together."

【Down-and-Out Knight Anger】

[Specialty: Governing the Army, Stick Technique]

Adam nodded, raised his hand and took a step, motioning for them to speak as they walked.

【Fat Infantry Paul】

[Specialty: Gambling, Broadsword]

When Paul doesn't use a knife, he smiles a little kindly, sighs and says some pessimistic thoughts, and he can be regarded as a person who can chat, because of his hobby of playing cards, so he is the poorest of the three brothers.

【Hunter Zaniou】

He was a silent strong man, with knotted muscles that made his heart palpitate, and tattoos of various symbolic meanings where his clothes could not cover them.

"Which sacrifice does your nation worship?"

Adam was the first to ask.

He knows a little bit about this kind of seaside aborigines, and judging from the remnants of his mind, this kind of opening statement is an act of respecting the other party's beliefs.

Zaniu was surprised, his eyes flashed with loneliness, and he lifted his sleeve.

"This is the tomb mark."

The patterns on it are very regular, with different shades of thorns, leaving behind a story-like pattern: the prey of childhood, the capture of survival in the jungle, the gift of the gods of nature, the blood foam of the villain's enemy......

Coming out to find a future means giving up the mission of protecting the tribe.

They forget their faith, record their lives in this way, and then die in a strange land on their wanderings.

The Gulf is a mixed population, with descendants of ancient tribes like Zaniou, or mestizos like the Moss people, busy and struggling to survive in the sea breeze.

Elves, orcs, dwarves.

Traders, nobles, warlords.

Bloodline and identity, after all, must bow their heads in the joke of fate, any turmoil and the snatching of materials can force one group of people to die and feed another group of people.

The chaotic and bloody game gradually broke the sense of surprise brought by the opposite sex.

Adam suddenly stopped, turned his head to stare into Aang's eyes, and could glimpse that the other party's hand was pressed against his waist, where a brand-new [tooth knife] was pinned.

"Four people, behind the fishmonger's barrel, there is also the entrance of the alley, and the intersection in front is blocked, and you can't go forward."

As the boss, Aang has the best skills and the most accurate intuition to detect danger.

Adam shook his head.

"It's twenty."

He turned his head and swept around, clapping slowly, and deliberately made eye contact with those people, the meaning was clear - you were discovered by me, and you were awesome to hide.

This move shocked passers-by who didn't know why to avoid it.

"Who are they and what are we going to do?"

Paul was a little nervous, this kind of formation will never be as simple as fighting.

They have been abducted and deceived for a while, although they are not very skilled, but they dare not guarantee that they have offended any big man, in case it is the level of the ship's vice-president, it will not end well.

"Take it easy, man."

Adam stretched out his arms and held the two guys down, pushing the knife back into its sheath with a slight force.

There was a soft click, and the opposite side also buried the weapon low.

The boatswain in the black vest had a gloomy face, and the gesture in which he withdrew his wrist was a little regretful, and he reluctantly shook the brass bell and sent a passing fellow to the slaughterhouse to report.

"If you're lucky, you'll be able to see Leslie herself, and warn you in advance, don't act rashly, and keep your flustered and respectful."

Adam looked back.

When they heard this, their throats swelled.

This detail was discovered by Adam, who snorted a few more times and smiled inexplicably.

"You may have a future ahead of you, and are you sure you have to be so nervous to meet someone you are about to offer your loyalty? The bay is so big, does the captain have such a deterrent? ”

"Stop making fun of me, okay, who are you? You can see through me, and I can smell you. ”

Anger was a little upset by the ridicule, and the encirclement that was gradually forming next to him gave him inexplicable pressure, so his tone was vicious, but he fought back in a low voice.

"I've inquired about you, my dear, the general guests of the Red Gold Casino are talking about you."

He saw Du Heng's expression of surprise, and he licked a layer of depression in his heart.

The boatswain in the distance was staring at the place, so the conversation was quieter.

"I have commanded the troops, your actions, the way you look at human life, and even the way you breathe and walk...... Definitely not the captain of the guard who came out of the battlefield! ”

Aang glanced down, as if he had recovered his position, and raised his eyebrows confidently.

"You've been riding a horse for a long time."

Adam never spoke, his expression was very good, but the feeling of his eyes became very textured, as if this insight and calmness were the hidden part.

Now, it was Anger's turn to be scared.

"Well, sir, I can shake it out, but I definitely don't have that kind of thought at the moment."

It's been a terrible time, and last night's wine wasn't mixed with water.

Ange was a little annoyed, and this emotion, as the other party became silent, became thicker and thicker, and the frequency of swallowing saliva increased, but he didn't dare to look at the other party's eyes.

He was afraid to see the blood.

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