Credit.

Peggy's little expression was obviously asking Asker for credit.

Although her smile is smug and sweet, with a kind of girlish and delicate taste, seductive and charming. The Plantagenet mercenaries immediately staggered their gazes without the slightest nostalgia, not daring to make eye contact with her.

Monster.

This pretty-looking girl is not only a blood clan, but also a monster whose strength is terrifying to the point of perversion. She can eliminate all the Free Wind mercenaries on the other side in half a minute, and she will definitely be able to use an extra half minute to deal with their Plantagenet mercenary group.

Unless those elite mercenaries from the headquarters are here, no one on the scene is her opponent.

Asker's gaze swept over the crowd that had fallen to the ground. Of course, he could see that none of these mercenaries died, but their vitality was absorbed too much, and it was estimated that they would not be able to move vigorously for a while.

"Well, good job." Asker sighed and patted Peggy's head.

The mercenaries around them opened their mouths and did not speak.

It is a well-known fact that the various bloodlines of the undead have a negative impact on the minds of the transcendents themselves. For example, the Bloodline Transcendents are mostly arrogant, vicious, and cruel, like Agrippina and the other members of the Pure-Blood Hermitage, who treat human life as if they were a mustard, which is the typical style of the Bloodline Transcendents.

However, the leader of the Azure Sword was not only able to recruit a Bloodline into his team, but also touched her hair affectionately, which frightened the Plantagenet mercenaries a little.

Could this be the undead too?

"Ahem." Seeing everyone's unusual faces, Aske cleared his throat and said, "Peggy is my companion. She was not born in the realm of the undead, but became a Bloodline by accident, so you don't have to doubt her identity and reliability. ”

"Oooooooooo Everyone nodded busily, and immediately believed Asker's claim. Even those who still have doubts pretend to be convinced on the surface.

"Take these people away." Aske continued, "You can't leave them here to die. In addition, why they took the initiative to conflict with us also needs to be investigated. ”

Where is the wind of freedom in conflict with us, it is clearly in conflict with this companion of yours! The crystal ball that monitors the undead is as bright as a light bulb, and your companion is brazenly attacking the other party, do you want the man of the wind of freedom to stand still and kill her?

While sneering in their hearts, everyone obediently agreed in succession, and carried these mercenaries who collapsed to the ground and passed out unconscious.

Hey, why do you still breathe? Didn't that little girl of the Blood Clan be ruthless?

……………………

The head of the Southwest Branch of the Wind of Freedom, Gaston wakes up from a coma.

He found himself in a cell, his arms tied behind his back to the chair he was sitting on, and to make matters worse, he collapsed and weakened, as if he had just had diarrhea, and every muscle could not lift any strength.

"Awake?" A voice sounded next to him.

Gaston turned his head and saw Eric, the leader of the Plantagenet mercenary group, standing nearby, eating a plate of thinly sliced ham with a fork.

His stomach suddenly felt hungry, and then Gaston remembered that he hadn't eaten since morning.

Seeing Gaston's somewhat embarrassed expression, Eric suddenly felt a little dark. Because just a few days ago, when the Plantagenet mercenary group had been fighting with the undead for several hours, and they were hungry, tired, and tired, a certain man ate barbecue and drank beer in front of them, and they were so angry that they almost went crazy.

Now that Eric is playing the cheap side himself, seeing that Gaston's eyes are red with anger, he can't help but show a satisfied look.

"Want to eat?" Eric deliberately pushed the plate in front of him.

Gaston's throat squirmed, of course he was starving to death by this time, but reason told him that Eric would never do what he wanted - the Free Wind Mercenary Regiment, after all, it was the first to attack the Plantagenets, and the result was completely wiped out, and it would be hell if this situation could have a good end.

"Say it." Eric said coldly, "Why did you attack that Excellency?" ”

Your Excellency? Gaston sneered inwardly, so you don't even know his identity?

"It's just a personal vendetta." He twisted his head and said.

Even if it is a secret order, a mercenary cannot betray his employer, this is a matter of professional ethics!

"Personal vendetta?" Eric brought the plate to him, continued to eat the ham inside, and deliberately clicked his mouth, making Gaston hungry and disgusted again, "I asked the Excellency, he doesn't know you at all." ”

"Come on, Gaston." He placed the plate on the table next to him, picked up a thin slice of ham, and shook it in front of Gaston's eyes, "You have taken the secret order." There is not even a signed contract, what can't be said? By the way, this piece of meat is yours. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Gaston swallowed silently and said in a deep voice, "You can kill me." The headquarters also knew about our detachment coming to Segovia. There are two of you and me near Segovia, and the follow-up headquarters should be happy to visit your branch in Aquitaine in order to find out about our disappearance. ”

"Kill you? Is it necessary. Eric sneered and tossed the ham slice into his mouth, "I'm actually saving you, you know?" ”

"Help me?" Gaston sneered back.

"It's simple." Eric slapped the scraps off his hands and muttered as he chewed, "I'm just the one in charge of interrogating you in the first round." ”

"If you refuse to confess, then the next person to come to you will be the eldest lady of the blood clan."

Gaston's face changed immediately. He still has palpitations in his heart when he was completely unable to breathe because of the thick and bloody face with the smell of fishy blood.

"You ...... You're colluding with the undead! He tugged hard at the rope that bound his arms, swayed the chair and roared, "Scum! A traitor who betrayed humanity! ”

"Don't talk nonsense." In the face of Gaston's accusations, Eric ate another slice of ham and said leisurely, "The eldest lady is not from the realm of the undead...... She's a pure-blood hermit, get it? ”

Pure-Blood Hermitage! Gaston, who was still struggling, was stunned on the spot, his face pale.

This transcendent sect from the Quaternary Age to the present day is even more prestigious than the realm of the undead. After all, the latter is only a military regime in the southern continent, and it will pay attention to its own face when doing things; The former is the notorious mad dog organization, and if you offend a small one, an old one will come immediately. Defeat a demigod and come two next time; Beat two, three next time......

Unless anyone can take down the entire Pure-Blood Order, they will have to be subjected to their endless harassment and hunting, so the headquarters of the major mercenary groups have similar rules: never provoke the Pure-Blood Order.

To be exact, when you see them, you are far away. If they don't accept the tasks they post, they will abandon the tasks related to them, in short, when they don't exist.

Immediately afterward, Gaston suddenly realized that he and the others had actually attacked a pure-blood hermit transcendent!

Thinking of the overwhelming amount of dirty blood, his cold sweat flowed down.

"Are you alright?" Peggy's cold voice rang out outside.

"Your Excellency." Eric immediately opened the door for her, and said with a smile, "This guy still won't recruit ......"

"I'll recruit! I'm recruiting! Gaston immediately lost his face and shouted in panic.