With the help of this group of monks, the dungeon was emptied, the manic people were captured and purified one after another, and even the ghouls in the sewers were quickly suppressed.

The city was quickly pacified.

And Angela didn't deal with them, for wizards, if you can't see the monk, you can't see it, although the two sides are not grudges, but they are also well water and not river water, and less conflict is better for everyone.

Angela, the black-robed man, also recognized that it was Carl, who had been told by Angela to bury them in the ground.

At this moment, he is covered in green, his muscles are as hard as wood, his vitality is extremely strong, and as long as his body is not destroyed, most of him will not die.

At first, he wanted to hide from Angela, but he was caught by Angela and finally confessed everything.

He originally wanted to take down the entire Baiya Mountain and create a good living environment for her daughter.

Who knows, the Flying War opened the door to a new world for the monsters of White Tooth Mountain.

If you want to be their king, you have to go through the baptism of flying to make sure that there is no weakness in this area.

So, before becoming king, Karl retreated, he silently left White Tooth Mountain, came to this city, found a place to live, and silently guarded her daughter.

Then, when he meets James and helps them through this difficult time, James also promises to give her daughter a knighthood and make her an honorary nobleman.

Time passed, and Angela finally decided to leave.

Hating separation, she left a letter on her desk and left the Castle of the Winds in the name of shopping.

Angela, dressed in a black robe and black cloak, is inconspicuous in the market, in fact, many merchant travelers like it, especially the cloak is especially popular among them.

The cloak is not just used to pretend to be handsome, it can be used to protect from the sun, sand and wind, and can be used to hide identity.

Therefore, those who have no money must find a linen gray cloak, and those who have money must find a waterproof black cloak.

Angela has 280 silver coins on her, and she doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking in a short time.

As a pub that opens on the pier, Dragon's Restaurant is very lively.

There is an endless stream of people coming and going every day, and it is naturally a mixture.

With a clang, a thin man was slammed on the table.

The glasses shattered, the plates flew wildly, and the thin man's face twisted and rolled to the ground.

"Son of a, little rabbit, it's time to hit Lao Tzu on the head."

As he spoke, a strong man grabbed the thin man's hand and spread it on the table, grabbed the dagger and chopped it off.

Screams rang out, and the thin man was thrown out of the door.

Angela ignored the chaos in front of her, just flicked off a drop of blood and didn't let it get on the wine in the glass.

She has seen it even more chaotic than this, being imprisoned for a long time, players can't vent the fire in their hearts, and they can't die in the game, so it has naturally become a place for them to vent.

PK brawls are common, and it's not unusual to fight ten fights a day.

As a meeting point for players, this kind of thing happens in the tavern, which occupies the largest proportion.

Even, Angela felt that the tavern was a little deserted.

The thin man was stripped naked and thrown out the door, and the strong man sat down across from Angela and slapped a silver coin on the table.

Several money bags in the thin man's arms were in his hands, so he was very generous at the moment.

Naturally, the tavern guys didn't say anything after receiving the silver coins, in fact, they still made money in this way, and the tavern keeper wished they had more fights every day.

With a wave of his arm, he swept the scraps and fingers off the table, and a roast pork leg was brought up, and the strong man cut off a piece of meat with a short sword still stained with human blood and stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it fragrantly.

He is a mercenary, and he is used to seeing blood, let alone eating human blood, even human flesh.

Unlike adventurers, mercenaries are not opponents of monsters, but humans.

Adventurers never participate in wars between humans, and mercenaries, especially the big mercenary leaders, eat war meals.

The same is true, developing the brutal character of a mercenary.

The thin man just now was not a good thing, he was a habitual thief in the area, but this time he touched the wrong person.

The seemingly rough strong mercenary, but his mind was extremely delicate, and he found him at the first time, and it was not easy to kill people in the city, so he had to chop off his fingers.

The mercenary raised his head and looked curiously at the serious black cloak opposite.

This dress is common, but the spiky snow white under the hood is not common.

The hand holding the wine glass is slender and slender, and the nails are neat and tidy, and the slender posture is matched.

It must be a woman, and besides, a beautiful woman.

Even if it's not, boys can.

The strong mercenary was moved, and he did it when he thought of it, and said with a strange smile: "Little girl, how much?" ”

Angela raised her head, and the mercenary's heart jumped, it was so beautiful.

The mercenary, accustomed to seeing blood, looked pale.

He sat down, gasping for air.

In that instant, countless people came at him with swords, and they crushed him to the ground, slicing his flesh and flesh, and devouring his blood.

He knew some of them, but many more of them didn't.

But he knew them, and knew that they were all the people he had killed.

The more the mercenary thought about it, the paler it became, and finally twisted.

"Ahh Kill you. ”

A roar drew everyone's attention.

The mercenary jumped onto the table and was slammed into Angela's head by a war hammer known as a can opener.

The wooden glass flew up, and the cloudy ale splashed the mercenary's face, obscuring his vision.

With a kick, the mercenary threw himself on the table, and Angela stuck it on the back of his neck, instantly immobilizing.

The mercenary's own wallet, including the thief's, went into Angela's hands.

Flipping through the wallet, the five gold coins dazzled the eyes.

This is the mercenary's wallet, but unfortunately, these five gold coins are not golden dragons, depending on which lord should be the currency issued by the lord, depending on the color, it is estimated that it is worth twenty or thirty silver pearls.

I took one out, flicked my fingers, and the gold coin swirled into the arms of the guy who came over.

"Dinner is delivered to my room, and I'll find a ferry ticket."

Angela yawned and stretched, revealing her beautiful figure.

Everyone turned their heads, and the lonely elderly, women, and children couldn't afford to provoke it, and it was just as applicable in this world.

The guy asked, "Where to go?" ”

"Whatever."

Boat, you can go anywhere, Angela doesn't have a fixed goal anyway, just get to the next stop.

"Tsk, it's really capricious."

The tavern owner came over, snatched the gold coins from the man's arms, looked at some of them, and put them in his pocket: "I must be an adventurer, I think I was like this back then, until I was hit by an arrow in the knee." ”

As for the mercenary, as soon as he poked his nose and breathed, it was easy to do, just strip it naked and throw it out.

His armor, cowhide boots, and weapons were still worth a lot.

Of course, they didn't know that although the mercenary was not dead, he would never wake up.

I went back to my room, opened the package, took out the notebook I had just bought, and started to record it.

Turbid ale wine, bitter taste, cheap, often haunted taverns.

There was a knock at the door, it opened, and dinner was delivered.

After dinner, I read the "General Rune Encyclopedia Volume 7" for a while, blew out the candles, and fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Angela stiffened and lowered her head, and Avril lay on top of her, saliva wetting the hem of her clothes.