"Well, that's the Snake Pie!"

"Become a serpent and send darkness."

Qin Ran said lightly.

Darkness, incarnated as a snake......

Horruf stood there stunned, muttering softly involuntarily.

No one knows what this means better than Holuf, a retired witcher.

Snake.

There is no good image in the eyes of all normal people.

It is often given a cold-blooded and ruthless appearance.

It is often referred to as a sinister and cunning image.

No normal person wants to be hooked up to a snake.

But some witchers are willing to be snakes.

Willing to dwell in eternal darkness, unable to see the light again.

Horuff's body trembled slightly.

His ears rang again with the oath he had made when he had become a witcher, standing in front of his teacher

We do not belong to the light.

We do not belong to the darkness.

We are on the brink of death.

There is no glory of praise.

There is no chanting of hymns.

We only have pride in our hearts.

In this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the oath.

"Neither of the light nor of the darkness, but on the verge of death because of the faith in your heart, you can be called a witcher more than me, a retired old fellow."

Horuff's tone was filled with admiration.

Because, he could fully imagine what these snake fellows who had infiltrated the Silent Night Secret Order were facing.

The danger is self-evident, of course.

Once discovered, nature is death.

But it's more of an ordeal.

Violating the faith of the demon hunters, he had to cooperate with the torment of the Silent Night Secret Order.

That......

I'm afraid it's better to live than to die.

Qin Ran calmly faced Horuff's admiring gaze, and he slowly shook his head.

"When we chose to be witchers, everything didn't matter anymore."

"We've already made our choice."

"For the sake of our relatives and friends, we will never give up!"

Qin Ran said word by word.

It's not a lie, it's true.

Authentic words are the easiest to resonate with.

At least Kholuff was infected.

He took a deep breath.

Lowered his head and looked at the tomahawk in his hand.

He clenched the handle of the axe heavily.

There is also a group of unknown partners who are silently moving forward, risking their lives to act as a protective umbrella for them and carry the weight for them.

Some people naturally need it.

They are just ordinary people.

But he ...... Is it really needed?

Horuff asked himself.

At this time, he felt that he was retiring like this, which was too hasty.

There was another group of guys like him.

I thought I could, so I sat in the sun to retire.

And in fact?

A group of young people are doing what they are supposed to do for them.

A sense of shame rose from the bottom of Horuff's heart.

It's not like the witcher doesn't have a retirement.

But!

He's not old enough for the witchers to actually retire, and he's just escaping from reality because of the 'Black Plague'.

Right now?

Are they going to keep running away?

Look at the guy in front of you.

Although it looks mature, that's just temperament, how old can it really be?

At this age, he was still being trained by teachers.

And the other party has already taken charge of it.

Is there no one else in the Serpent Pie?

There must be!

But why let a young man be left alone?

In addition to the fact that the young people in front of him are indeed outstanding, I am afraid that the Snake Sect has also suffered heavy losses in the 'Black Plague', and those experienced old guys should have been killed and injured, and the young people in front of them had to stand up.

The Serpent Faction faced a crisis and still chose to fight.

Why can't the wolf faction?

Suddenly, Horuff made up his mind.

He's going to tell the old guys that the witchers aren't dead yet!

No!

The Witcher, who will never die!

Wolves, arrogant run under the sky.

Serpents, hidden in the dark...... Eternal life!

If the Serpent Sect does not perish, the Demon Hunters will live forever.

And as a wolf?

He didn't mind bringing more protection to the Snake Sect and letting the Wolf Faction run again.

It takes some time and discernment, though.

There have always been some bad speculations about some of the hidden things in the 'Black Plague'.

"The matter of the snake faction is left to yourselves."

"Wolf Faction ......"

"We'll go again."

With that, Horuf turned around and walked towards his collapsed room, and an indescribable vitality erupted in the retired witcher.

There is no more dull twilight.

Qin Ran stared at the other party.

He didn't say anything more.

There is no need to say anything more.

The snake faction has really appeared.

All this is enough.

"Not only does 'Broker' not only have an unexpected piece in your layout, but also, with the appearance of this piece, a piece that has disappeared also returns to the board, what will be the stress response in your layout?"

The corners of Qin Ran's mouth turned up slightly.

He never worries about his opponents reacting.

As long as you have done it, there will inevitably be traces.

And these traces will be the clues he needs the most.

As long as he catches these clues, he can turn passive into active, and then, find the root of the 'broker' in this dungeon world.

He was very curious as to why the 'brokers' were laid out in this dungeon world.

And, of course, Pol.

Thinking of Pol, Qin Ran groaned slightly, and then walked towards the room on the side of the small courtyard.

It was Pol's room.

In the room, Pol sipping tea.

He hoped to use tea to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

However, after two sips, he couldn't help but get up and paced around the room, which had become his habit since the whole city of Sika was under martial law.

Another new habit is to go to the lobby of the Yanam Hotel to inquire about the news.

It's just that the news he found made Pol more and more impatient.

Viscount Sika confirmed dead!

The Viscount's sister will become the new lord!

I don't know if the new lord will open up the entire territory!

In case it drags on a little longer......

Thinking of this, Pol's heart tightened.

You know, it's tied to his life.

Otherwise, how could he, a player, care about the nobility of a dungeon world.

And, more importantly, this time it was his key point.

If it can be done smoothly, he will have a chance to make a comeback.

Even, to be able to catch up with that one......

As soon as he thought of the 'Demon of Fire', Pol thought of the recent incident in Sika City.

Although he didn't have any definite evidence, he instinctively felt that the recent events in Sika City should have something to do with the 'Flame Demon'.

And there is no doubt that the 'Flame Demon' must have gained a considerable amount of in these things.

In this regard, Pol has nothing to be jealous of.

There is only envy.

An envy of 'freedom' after strength.

At the same time, such envy made him more courageous!

"Aim for the 'Demon of Fire'!"

"Maybe I'm still far behind, but one day I'll get to that point!"

"And when that time comes......"

With the thoughts in his mind, the figure of the woman began to appear in Pol's mind, and immediately, irrepressible hatred appeared in the bottom of Pol's heart.

"Maybe you're far away."

"But there's still a legacy of you in the huge city!"

"They inherit everything you have and enjoy far more than the rest of the players."

"In the same way, they will inherit your hatred!"

Bol clenched his fist involuntarily.

However, instead of being impulsive, he thought about his plan more and more calmly.

And at this time

Knock, knock.

"Please come in."

Pol said very politely.

He didn't see anyone knocking, but he knew that only the one would knock.

His bodyguard never knew what the knock was, even if he told him countless times.

As for the others?

He chose to be alone, in order to be quiet, no one will come here, and the boss Horuff will choose a more appropriate place to talk, definitely not here.

And those who have bad intentions will not knock on the door.

Qin Ran pushed the door in.

Bol had already stood up.

"Colin."

Pol called Qin Ran by a fake name.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"After the real succession to the knighthood."

Qin Ran asked.

Since the 'brokers' are concerned about Pol, then Pol must be useful.

He doesn't know it for the time being, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"After I successfully inherited the title, I hope to gain a higher prestige and position, although my initial idea is just to reach the foundation in front of me."

Pol said without concealment.

As for the 'Flame Demon' in front of him, Pol felt that there was no need to hide it.

Not only in terms of strength, but also because Pol knew very well why Qin Ran asked this.

The other party must have their own plans.

And such an inquiry is not to want the plans of the two sides to conflict.

"Very good."

Qin Ran nodded.

This is not perfunctory, but a real compliment.

Lone wanderers, if they don't have the mentality of overfulfilling their tasks, will be eliminated sooner or later.

It's even better to choose to form a gang to live better.

Obviously, Pol understood what Qin Ran meant.

He nodded in agreement, then smiled wryly.

"At the beginning, I chose the basis because I thought I would 'do what I can', and now I choose 'excess' just because I am unwilling."

"Before, I always avoided the question of 'what to do after that'!"

"I was just thinking, 'I'll get through the current difficulties first, and then I'll talk about the rest later,' but I ignored that even if I was lucky enough to get through the current difficulties, I would fall into the 'difficulties' again later!"

"If I don't have a good profit, I'm going to be stuck in this vicious cycle forever."

"It's better to ......"

"Fight!"

Speaking of this, Pol seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the anxiety and impatience in his heart seemed to disappear completely at this moment, he leaned back in the chair in a comfortable posture, his whole body relaxed and paralyzed, and there was a real smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's so easy."

"It's a lot easier to say it."

"Colin, do you know?"

"Since 'waking up' and knowing my situation, I have been very anxious about the sense of disparity that I was walking in front of everyone but now I am behind everyone, and the sense of crisis that I am about to 'die', which has made me a completely different person, in order to survive, I grovel, I think about ghost tricks."

"I think I'm doing it right."

"What's wrong with doing this in order to survive?"

"But the bad thing is that every time I run into you, every time it ends in failure, I almost despair, and then ......"

"You and I had a fair deal!"

"It gave me the opportunity I've always wanted to get!"

"And lawlessness is sincere to help me, that sincerity is real, not hypocritical, I can feel it, I suddenly found that I have friends again."

"That feeling, that's awesome!"

Pol chattered, it looked like lawlessness, and even, chattering.

Lawlessness is habitual chatter and appetizing.

Pol, on the other hand, is a confession after a long period of repression.

But fortunately, as a lawless friend, Qin Ran was used to this kind of chatter, without any impatience, he listened quietly, and then, when Pol stopped, Qin Ran picked up the tea in front of him.

"Lawlessness!"

Qin Ran said.

"Lawlessness!"

Pol picked up the teacup without hesitation, and after touching it lightly with Qin Ran, he drank it all, and then, with a smile, said, "I also promised that guy to go back and invite him to drink." ”

"I hope his appetite hasn't been too good lately, otherwise, I guess I'll have to stay and work in the tavern."

"It's just too expensive."

As he spoke, Pol shrugged his shoulders.

The Harvest Tavern is expensive and almost everyone knows it.

Although there are free drinks and drinks from time to time, if you dare to pull a hair, the boss lady's knife is very sharp.

Although most of the time, lawlessness will stand in your way, but lawlessness will always have its own difficult times, so it is not wrong for a lone traveler who goes to the Harvest Tavern to know that he has 3-5 points with him.

3 points for tea.

5 points for beer.

It can just soothe the anger of the proprietress.

"Trust me, Lawless has always had a good appetite."

"And working there is far less hard than you are now."

After using lawlessness as a buffer for the topic, Qin Ran also began to quip.

"That's right."

"I wish us all the best!"

Pol picked up his teacup again.

After Qin Ran clinked glasses with the other party, he drank all the tea, he put down the cup, and said in a voice unconsciously lowered: "The identity of a God of War believer, does it help you?" ”

Who is a believer in the god of war?

Pol was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Yes!"

"Although the brilliance of that one has dimmed, in Etaninburgh, the god of war is still the mainstream."

"Many nobles, including the royal family, believe in Him."

"But it's not easy to get the identity of that believer, that's not something Kimpton can do."

Pol affirmed.

In fact, hiring Ashcano as a bodyguard, in addition to Ashcano's strength, Pol values the other party's adoptive father, Father Mena the most.

Sadly, Father Mena was not just able to impress Kimpton.

Although most of the time, the other party is willing to help in Kimpton's face.

"If you know some secret information, it's enough to help you."

"I've come across some hidden beings in Sika City."

"It's supposed to be the Silent Night Secret Order that Horruf is talking about."

"They have to do with the recent events in Sika City, and the priest should be very concerned about this news, and in the same way, he won't mind giving you more help after learning the news as quickly as possible."

Qin Ran said slowly.

Ball's eyes lit up.

Then, nod without hesitation.

"I see."