Figures and lights.

When Gross appeared alone in the halls of the "Black Dragon's Eye", few people noticed him at all.

Most of the time, it is not surprising that some of the tavern guests come for those special entertainments, and occasionally a few unfamiliar faces pop up.

This is a gold cave.

It's just that as long as you have money, you can have a good time here.

Gross walked straight to the hall, where a long table covered with a blanket was playing in one corner.

Around the long table was a large circle of strong men, holding cards in their hands, their foreheads dripping with sweat, bulging with green tendons, and their calves crossed, banging on the table from time to time and shouting wantonly and excitedly.

He stared at the bald man.

He still has some impressions of the tasks in the game in his previous life, vaguely remembering that the merchant Ignati Woods mentioned that "Crocker" was a bald head.

There was only one bald head in the tavern hall.

After looking around the tavern, he finally found the goal of his trip.

"Crocker?"

Gross shouted.

Suddenly, the bald man at the table turned his head to stare at him, and many men next to him stared at him—his eyes, his face, and his hands.

A pair of slender, clean hands with calluses.

A pair of brown eyes reflecting the dancing flames, the eyes were very bright, and they were terrifyingly bright in this dim shadow.

Crocker pushed the red-haired girl wrapped around his body, and he stood up.

The man in front of him was wearing a black cloth cloak and a shabby coat, while underneath was a pair of gray linen trousers and a pair of dusty animal skin boots.

He wore a three-finger-wide cowhide belt, and on the left side of the belt hung a long sword.

Mercenary.

Judging by the attire, there is no doubt that the identity of the person who came can be determined.

When Crocker stood up, he was extremely tall, like a giant bear in full-grown form. Although the man in front of him was a little shorter than him, his eyes were not cowardly or afraid.

Eye to eye.

There seemed to be a strange atmosphere fermenting in the air.

This hot gamble quickly cooled down, like a red-hot soldering iron, falling into a bucket of ice water.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

As a mid-level leader of the Dragon's Eye Brotherhood and a well-known figure in the Calthacean underworld, Crocker knows who to mess with and who to clash with.

Mercenaries, these guys who are used to licking blood from the knife edge, are obviously not objects they can despise.

The current "Black Dragon's Eye" is the nest of the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood", and their leader has been following the noble magnate for the past few months. In fact, it's these people who are in charge here—

In addition to the "bald" Crocker, the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood" includes several other gangs.

At this time, another group of people happened to be present.

"Crocker, it looks like someone is coming to trouble you, haha."

Not far away, in front of another long table, someone was laughing. They stopped the game they were playing and crossed their arms one by one, as if waiting for a good show.

The interior of the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood" is not monolithic, and those people gloat as if they were watching a joke.

When the "bald" Crocker shouted "Is there anything wrong with you", he unconsciously took a step back, and his momentum was already a lot weaker. He noticed the young mercenary's eyes, sharp as knives.

Very strong.

Crocker is not a discerning character, and the strength of the mercenary in front of him makes him have enough fear.

"I'm here for the daughter of the merchant Ignati Woods."

Gross said lightly.

Before coming here, he had considered the way to calculate the completion of this task-

Mission design in Discord is a complex matter. Sometimes, it's not that the more kills the better, but it depends on the player's interaction with the Aborigines. To some extent, the interaction affects the final completion of the task.

In his previous life, when he played "Ignati Woods, the Merchant of Grief", he chose to team up with other players and completed the mission through combat.

In the end, there is only the most basic level of completion, and the experience reward for the task is pitiful.

This time, he plans to try something else.

Of course, he was also ready for battle for a long time - compared to that time in his previous life, he was no longer a rookie player, not to mention, because of his level and the acquisition of a few key pieces of equipment, his current strength far exceeded that of the beginning.

Draw the sword, simple and straightforward, and it's easy.

The tavern hall was full of green dots, with only a few yellow dots. And Crocker in front of him is one of these yellow dots.

Gross's gaze was awe-inspiring.

"How much commission did he give you?"

"Bald" Crocker's tone was surprisingly soft, but as he spoke, he quietly took two steps back.

From the young mercenary in front of him, he seemed to smell a faint murderous aura.

"What? Will you give me double? ”

Gross smiled, there were no empty chairs around him, he sat casually on the long table, and looked up at Crocker.

It's just that his way of chatting seems to have quickly brought this exchange into a dead end.

Crocker laughed dryly twice, but didn't speak again.

The rules are called rules because they are rarely broken - the mercenary in front of him is acting too domineering, which is almost tantamount to provocation.

The other party seems to have no fear, but the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood", as the head snake of the southern city of Kartass, has no habit of bowing to outsiders easily.

"You want to take that girl?"

At the side of the "bald" Crocker, the burly men who explained had quietly surrounded the mercenary.

Gross nodded.

"According to Mr. Igger's loan agreement, this requires a sufficient amount of rael."

"I'm a mercenary."

Gross doesn't mind continuing to disguise his identity in this situation.

"So, your Excellency plans to take people away directly?"

The other party's attitude was revealed, and Crocker couldn't help sneering at this time, "But this is too indifferent to us." ”

After his men surrounded Gross, he felt that his usual boldness had regained a little, and at this time, his men all drew their scimitars or swords.

It's clear that the fire is not trending.

The noise around them was getting louder and louder.

Another mid-level leader of the Dragon's Eye Brotherhood, Ogne "Dogtooth", was looking at Crocker and the mercenary—the young man still sitting at the table, his legs swaying gently and regularly, as if he didn't care about the sword that was shining in front of him.

It's not a fool, it's enough confidence.

The latter is perhaps more likely.

The scene that happened in the "Black Dragon's Eye" quickly attracted everyone's attention, and the activities that had been going on were stopped one after another. Drinking guests, shuttle waiters, gamblers and wandering warblers all looked at the corner of the hall.

"It seems that there is no need to talk about this matter."

Gross sighed, and he saw that the red-haired girl in the corner was staring at him intently, and he sighed - the other attempt failed, and he found that there was only one path in front of him.

Being a warrior with a steel heart, being surrounded by a group of weak chickens is actually a very pleasant enjoyment.

PS: The third update! Thank you for your support! o(∩_∩)o More later.