Ricky waved the three-petaled blade in his hand, and quickly got used to it, after all, this was a weapon specially made for the people of Tallinn.

Gondor also shook the pair of swords in his hand, the bright white short sword Yaksha was as light as the wind, the pitch-black short sword was scattered and calm as iron, and there were two completely different feels: warm and cold.

It's not handy, but it's barely usable.

I don't know how Ricky would feel if he knew that his opponent would say this about his most cherished weapon.

"Find a place to hide, and seal this place by the way"

He flicked a soundproof enchantment scroll to his nephew, then disappeared into thin air.

Seeing this, Gondor also snorted coldly, and then disappeared with it.

The two invisible enemies caught each other's traces in the solemn air, only the moment the short sword and the blade met, there was a "clang" sound, flashing more than one or two sparks, and other times there was not even a trace of wind.

……

Mu Yan was invited into the reception room by Moraby, and he was surprised to find that the supervisor had more sweat on his forehead today.

Maybe he was too excited to hear that there was a business, but he had heard a lot about the director's black history from the Glazer - all about the other party's obsession with gold coins.

The spirit of the goblin's contract is not reflected in this man at all, he only recognizes money.

"The contract is intangible, so its binding force is limited, and it is completely at the mercy of the fine, which is the power of the gold coin."

This is the other party's explanation of the spirit of the contract, and it is this rhetoric that makes him the director of the shining gold coins - a position that is a bit like a civil servant.

But Mu Yan felt that these words were equivalent to playing the piano to the people of Hosdi, who couldn't distinguish between economics and politics, and perhaps the reason why the descendants of the great warrior, the city lord of Hosdi, could value him was because of the strength of the other party's mercenaries at least level seven.

"Mr. Moraby, I've heard that you know a lot about the black market activities of the Grey Hats."

After taking a seat, Mu Yan went straight to the point, after all, Uno was still waiting for him outside.

Morabi was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled.

"How can we not know about the black market, after all, there is a big deal going on every day."

"That'...... Do you have tickets for the Nagfar? ”

"What?"

Moraby's eyes widened, and for a moment he wondered if the young wizard knew something.

"It's a ticket to the fishing season, Mr. Moraby, I know it's hard to get, but if there is, I'd like you to let me know as soon as you can." Mu Yan said and took out a small package and handed it to him.

This was what Sweet had taught him, though he didn't think it was necessary, and a glittering gold director would care about the 100 gold?

But the truth was not what he expected.

"Mr. Mu Yan, you are so polite!" Morabi grabbed the bag and pulled out three gold coins, moving them around his fingertips as if by magic.

He even used honorifics for Mu Yan, and the last time the two communicated, it was obviously in the tone of "Boy, get out".

"Also...... Mr. Glazer asked me to say hello, he couldn't get out of it for some experimental reasons. Mu Yan paused, and said tentatively: "I don't know if you remember such a thing, he helped you make 'some' shiny 'cuties'." ”

He felt a chill chill when he said the word, but it was indeed Glazer's exact words.

"Of course I do." Morabi put away the gold coins. "Is there anything I can do for you? Oh yes, and if you have a ticket, you will have one in three days. ”

"What?"

This time it was Mu Yan's turn to say this.

"Three days later? Such a coincidence? ”

Morabi nodded. "This is also the only ticket that has appeared in Hosdi in the past year, Mr. Mu Yan, please prepare enough gold coins, the gray hat people are not as easy to talk as me."

Mu Yan nodded. "So if you can't turn over the gold coins by then-"

"Mr. Mu Yan." Morabi's expression suddenly became serious. "There are only two ways for a goblin to go in gold, one goes to his own pocket and the other goes to his coffin, so please don't try to get money out of a goblin pocket unless you kill him."

Mu Yan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked, "What about ...... Do you lend money to usury? ”

"Nope."

Hearing this decisive answer, he suddenly felt a sense of relaxation, it turned out that the goblins of Heru were not yet smart enough to be Jews.

But Moraby seemed to see through his thoughts, and smiled: "Mr. Mu Yan, I know what you are thinking. Perhaps east of the River Styx, that's a normal means of trade, but in Hosdi, who do you expect justice? Even if there is a 1000% profit, we will not try rashly if the success rate does not reach 100%.

"We are not merchants." The fat goblin's face was filled with pride.

"We are misers."

Mu Yan was suddenly in awe.

……

In a small alley that was cordoned off.

After a few rounds of fighting, the two men distanced themselves again.

Ricky shook his numb right hand, even though he was used to wielding a heavy Sanhua in his right hand, it would be difficult to withstand such a large weapon.

Compared to him just feeling a little awkward, Gondor was much more uncomfortable.

The pitch-black short sword scattering is getting heavier and heavier, and it is constantly exuding an icy aura, his right hand is almost numb from the freeze, and his left hand is diametrically opposed, the white light of the Yaksha is flourishing, and it is getting hotter and hotter, and he has to spend twice as much effort to better hide his body.

Ricky noticed his strangeness, knew that the other party was uncomfortable, kicked his feet, and simply gave up hiding and rushed out directly.

The huge whirling blade was dragged behind him and smashed into his opponent with a thousand pounds.

Gondor raised his sword, intending to cross his swords to resist the blow.

However, at the moment when the two swords were about to cross, he saw a smile on his opponent's face, and suddenly forcibly stopped, preferring that his body was deflected by the huge whirling blade and lost his flaw than smash this attack to the ground in advance, and then floated away like a wisp of smoke.

"Oops......"

Gondor knew something was wrong, but he didn't have time to react.

"Bang-"

The collision between Sanhua and Yaksha suddenly let out a loud bang, and the sound wave deformed the invisible barrier at both ends of the alley, and it was almost breached.

The convergence of the two forces, one cold and one hot, not only did not neutralize, but produced an even more powerful explosion, Gondor felt that his body was half cold and half hot, but the two were distinct and could not be fused in the slightest.

At the center of the explosion, he was enveloped in smoke, and two swords were ejected by the explosion, one left and one right, stuck in the wall, and his blood was still stained on them.

The intense pain irritated his nerves, making it impossible for him to lift his strength.

As the smoke cleared, Gondor suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

It was the touch of the Whirling Blade, and he knew it all the better.

The wraiths craved blood, as if licking his skin, but the lines drawn along his spine divided his body into hot and cold parts, and the wraiths that climbed up the skin were half frozen and half evaporated.

What a mocking result.

"Is 'Bounty Hunter' a you?" Ricky asked, holding the blade against the back of his neck.

"Are you curious why I won't be affected by this whirling blade?"

"I've killed a lot of Tallinn people." Gondor said in a hoarse voice, "But none of them talk as much as you. ”

"yes, because I'm a notorious traitor."

As he spoke, he used a slight force in his hand, and the sharp blade cut through the brown-yellow skin, and blood gushed out.

"You know what I mean, Mr. Hunter, I can use this sharp blade to cut off your bones piece by piece without killing you."

The corners of Gondor's mouth lifted slightly, as if he didn't care about the blade around his neck.

"My blood is poisonous, maybe that little guy named Uno—"

Halfway through his words, Ricky's heart suddenly shuddered, and he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

At this moment, Gondor's body suddenly sank, and he slammed upward, and the blade of the Flying Dark Blade immediately sliced into his shoulder like tofu, stuck in the bone. He used his body as the hilt of his sword, leaned back, and stabbed Ricky straight at him.

The blade sliced through Ricky's purple leather armor, and just as it was about to touch his body, the Tallinn suddenly vanished.

To be precise, it turned into light, like a glowing crystal ball being shattered into powder, and the dust swayed in the air, shining brightly, refracting a wonderful brilliance, like smoke.

At the same time, the two pairs of swords, Yaksha and Sanhua, also seemed to feel the call, and turned into two streamers and escaped into this circle of flashes, shuttling back and forth like fish.

"Sneer"

Gondor, who couldn't dodge for a while, didn't know how many swords had been pierced, and his body fell to the ground like a leaky water bag.

"My life...... Value......"

He swallowed his breath before he could finish his words, and with him fell to the ground with eight gold coins.

The light only lasted for a moment, and vanished the moment Gondor fell to the ground.

Ricky's face was pale, as if the move just now was really a burden on him.

A cut was made in the leather armor on his chest, through which the wound was faintly visible.

Just now, he still didn't dodge. Even if only the skin is broken, the poison spreads throughout the body along the bloodstream.

But Ricky wanted to laugh a little. After being poisoned, he naturally understands what the harm of this poison is, and its biggest effect is to paralyze and weaken perception, which is indeed very critical in the duel between the two top killers, but for the boy Unona......

It's probably equivalent to having no effect, and it's messy if you really care about it.

"Uncle Ricky!"

The barrier vanished, and Uno rushed in.

"Are you alright? Who is this man? ”

Ricky waved his hand.

"Let's get out of here and don't come out again until I regain consciousness."

"But...... Mu Yan he-"

"From now on, don't trust anyone but me, Uno." Ricky said solemnly, "Looks like it's time for me to teach you a good lesson." ”

Although Uno still had something to say, seeing his resolute attitude, he had to give up.

"That'...... Do I carry you? ”

“……”

Ricky glared at him angrily and threw a cloud of red dust at him, sending Gondor's body into flames and quickly turning to ashes.

He retracted his whirling blade, and his form disappeared into thin air again.

"Lead the way."

Seeing this, Uno had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly and walked towards the inn on Fourteenth Street.

On the way, he couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Ricky, what was that you just threw down? There is a spicy feeling. ”

"Refining devil pepper dust, dedicated to destroying corpses and destroying traces."

When Uno heard the word "devil pepper", he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, he hadn't eaten for a long time.