The farce in the side hall of the temple continues.

Except that Tanya is solemn.

Lian is helpless to cope.

And the people who were paying close attention to this place let out a sneer in their hearts.

The man cautiously walked away, bypassing the hall where the banquet was held, and after following the base of the wall away from the temple, he entered the car that had been prepared long ago.

The car galloped all the way into the edge of the forest city.

Compared to the affluent city center, the edge of Lincheng is as shabby, backward and sparsely populated as the edge of other cities.

So, if there is a tavern here, it is really a thing to be happy and vigilant.

Thankfully, it's the locals around.

Be vigilant, be an outsider.

Outsiders who came to Lincheng from other cities.

And also......

Outsiders who come here from the city center.

Although they belong to the same forest city, the people here do not regard the rich people in the city center as their own.

Therefore, after the car stopped, several people in front of the tavern gathered in bad faith, but immediately, these people retreated at a faster pace.

Gun!

The weapon in the hands of the motorist is full of deterrence.

"I want to see your boss, Guisi."

As he spoke, the driver walked towards the tavern, not expecting to wait.

However, when he walked into the tavern, the motorist put away his gun.

Because, there is no need anymore.

The many familiar faces in the tavern made the motorists laugh involuntarily.

"I think I'll be the first to get the news."

The driver said as he swept over acquaintances who were dressed in different costumes and had a variety of occupations on weekdays.

"You won't be the first to get the news, but you'll be the first to bring us accurate news!"

"How's it going inside the temple?"

Guisi, dressed in a dark bartender costume, poured a glass of wine for the visitor, handed it to the other party, and asked directly.

"The information on 'shoes' is accurate."

"The new crown is indeed seriously injured, and he has to use some farce to prevaricate the funeral society."

"Of course!"

"This kind of prevarication is not ordinary!"

The driver took the glass and took a sip.

"What do you mean?"

Guisi asked in place of the master.

The driver didn't speak very sharply this time, he was silent with his glass of wine.

"Okay!"

"If your message is valuable, we'll give you an extra tenth."

Guisi looked at the people around him and said with a seemingly compromised.

"Ichisei?"

"You, or do you really really only care about that one percent?"

"In the face of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, are you willing to give up?"

The motorist smiled and asked those present in a sarcastic tone.

"Enough, Vicol!"

"What you said before, I and everyone here can assume that we didn't hear it, but!"

"Don't say any more!"

Guisi's face darkened, and he interrupted the motorist in an unquestioning tone, and his eyes became as cold as knives.

Under such gaze, Vicol raised his hands in the air.

"Joke!"

"It's just a joke!"

Vicol said.

"Hmm."

"We're all taking it as a joke!"

"Now, we need to discuss His Majesty's plans!"

Guisi nodded, his gloomy face replaced by a smile, and the oppressive atmosphere in the tavern was swept away, and there were no surprises in the discussion that followed.

After about twenty minutes, the people in the tavern left one after another.

Vicor was the first to leave.

But when the last man was gone, Vicor circled back.

"Anything else?"

"I made that clear, right?"

"Everything is going according to plan."

Guisi raised an eyebrow.

"For some personal matters, bring me a glass of 'bourbon', the kind without ice and lemon - bitter wine, it still tastes like this."

"It smells of wine and fruit."

"It's just more bitter."

Vicol said, pulling out a small denomination note and placing it on the bar.

"But you can't add sugar."

"Because, you want a fuller taste! You can't have the best of both worlds! ”

"You can't have both."

Guisi poured the liquor into the glass before starting to put in the fresh lemon slices, but the whole process, Guisi did not take his eyes off the small denomination banknote.

There is a passage written on it: There are two targets, one seriously injured and one weak.

"It's man-made."

Vicol punned.

"But it could end up in the air."

Guisi muttered under his breath.

"How do you know if it's the moon in the well or the gold in the water if you don't try?"

Vicol looked at Guisi, whose face became hesitant, and the corners of his mouth curled.

He knew that Guisi was tempted.

In fact, anyone who faces such an opportunity will be tempted.

If it weren't for the fact that he was alone, he would never invite the other party to share the results.

But at the thought of the Demon Hunter and the temple guards, Vicor had to give in.

Thankfully, the goal is twofold.

One for each person, just right!

"Agreed?"

Guisi asked tentatively.

"Promise!"

"Swear by their names, their ancestors, their bloodline, and their future offspring."

Vicol nodded, and uttered words that finally reassured Guisi.

No one will disobey their name, their ancestors, or affect themselves and their own bloodline.

To do so is to deny yourself.

Once violated, even the gods will fall.

Guisi raised his palm.

Vicol raised his hand and struck.

The two of them had to high-five as an oath.

Syllable!

The palms of both hands slammed together.

And then......

Fell on the table together.

The two of them stared blankly at the palms on the table.

Watch as the incision is neat and smooth, and blood spurts from the wrist.

Watch as the tavern door is pushed open again.

Watch as the man walks in.

Watching the man sit down with a blank face.

The bodies of the two began to tremble.

Both because of pain and because of fear.

The two of them couldn't think of this person in any way...... No, no, no, it's this crown who will appear in Lin City.

"Crown, crown!"

Guisi stammered and opened his mouth.

"Spare your life!"

Vicol was much more simply and begged for mercy on one knee.

But this did not change any results.

Except for the skull, Vikol's body seemed to have been cut by an indistinct blade, and in a breath it turned into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground.

Looking at the dead Vicor, Guisi's face was ashen.

"You're different from him."

The god sitting there said slowly.

Suddenly, a trace of blood appeared on Guisi's disgraced face, but immediately, he was overwhelmed by the pain in his body.

Like Vicor, Guisi was divided into dozens of pieces.

Until death, Guisi's eyes widened, as if he was dead.

"But the result of the betrayal is the same."

Ignoring Guisi's deathly expression, the god raised his hand and grabbed the blood-stained wine glass on the table.

However, one hand lifted the glass faster than he did.