Could it be that a wandering mercenary is more promising than joining the "Song of the Ashes"?

You know, in Afron, the "Song of the Ashes" is one of the largest mercenary groups. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Victor and his mercenaries couldn't understand the lady's thoughts, in general, even as women, the mercenaries were very straightforward and reserved? It's not a good job - Victor admits that he is intrigued, and the lady in front of him interests him not only in strength, but also in beauty.

He noticed that spring seemed to be coming, and a heart was pounding uncontrollably - like most mercenaries, he had always been a bachelor, and had always been dismissive of such things as love. In his opinion, marrying a woman is better than going to a dancer to relax. But now, he realizes that he was wrong.

He began to believe in love at first sight - Monica smiled, Victor tensed the skin on his face, he touched his face, and began to hate why he hadn't had time to take care of it sooner.

"Guess? I don't believe it. ”

Victor shook his head. The outside of the tavern seemed to suddenly become quiet, and then there were the cries of women and children, and the shouts of men, and the sound of horses' hooves in the street, and after a while, it seemed to become even more chaotic outside.

"Perhaps, the City Lord's Mansion is sending people to punish those who make trouble."

Monica turned the wine glass on the table and continued to say like a stick, she didn't say much else, but these things fell on the ears of Victor and the mercenaries, and after thinking about it, it seemed that some fame could be analyzed from the movements outside.

"Those guys are going to be out of luck."

After listening for a while, Victor came to a conclusion—he heard a familiar voice, as cold as a hard stone, Captain Rhodes of the Sheriff's Office. As the leading figure among the mercenaries, he had dealt with the guy more than once, although, it had been some unpleasant experiences.

He didn't care about the lives of those ruffians and wandering mercenaries, and he continued to return his mind to the lady in front of him.

"Miss Monica, I don't think it's a bad choice to join the 'Song of the Ashes.'"

Victor continued to lobby, lest the sincerity in his words not be enough to impress, adding: "We can offer a good salary, which is very good in Afrondu...... In addition, we have holidays every year. ”

"What else?"

Monica smiled, still noncommittal.

"Of course, if you unfortunately encounter an accident, there is also assistance and bereavement."

"Sounds pretty good."

"So, my suggestion, Miss Monica, you can seriously consider it."

The tall, beautiful mercenary squinted her eyes and looked like she was thinking. In reality, however, her attention did not stop at the conversation with Victor, and suddenly there was a large cheer from the diamond-shaped window of the tavern in the direction of Buffalo Street.

The Lord's Guard is celebrating this tragic victory.

The city guards were also celebrating, and they looked even happier than anyone else.

"It's over."

Monica said, turning her head to look at Victor.

"Well, then I should go back too."

Victor was obviously not too confused to get down to business, he thought about it, borrowed a pen and paper from the tavernkeeper, and wrote it down, with the address and contact information of the "Song of Ashes" mercenary group.

"If you have plans, you can always come to us."

But Monica just smiled again. But with such a smile, Victor felt that what little soul he had left had been hooked away a lot, and the tavern owner instructed the waiters to reopen the door, and the mercenary team was about to leave—Victor turned around in front of the door, and somehow made a fool of himself, he blurted out;

"Miss Monica, are you still here tomorrow? I'm coming to you. ”

The room was full of laughter, but Victor was unaware and quickly left the tavern.

"I mean, Victor won't be serious this time, will he?"

"Perhaps, that's it."

"But didn't his love always happen in the dancer's bed?"

"Hahaha, who knows?"

When the mercenaries of "Song of the Ashes" left, a table of guests in the tavern discussed, and it was clear that they were no strangers to Victor, and they could be said to be familiar with it. When discussing the captain of the first brigade of the "Song of the Ashes", they also glanced at the mercenary named "Monica" from time to time - no one came forward to tease or talk to the other guests in the tavern after seeing that Victor had become interested in this young and beautiful woman, and of course, the fact that a man had been slapped for it not long ago was also one of the important reasons.

Thorny roses are not to be messed with.

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Inside the tavern, after the crowd around her dispersed, Monica sat alone at the table. She called for a large glass of ale and slowly took small sips, the smell of fermented grains permeating her mouth, and then in connection with what had just happened, she suddenly had a strange sensation - perhaps it was alcohol, maybe it was some other reason, her cheeks gradually became more rosy on her fair, snow-clear, unblemished face.

That man seems to be quite sincere.

Monica remembers Victor's actions, and she begins to think through every detail - as a female vampire lord, she has long forgotten what it is like to have an admirer. Staying in that lifeless place in Cemetery City, it was only now that she realized that her emotional life for the past hundreds of years was a blank.

The only skeletal lich had no interest in women, except for Angus, the pervert, who lived with a skeleton in the open; And the Lords of Death are all some incomprehensible wooden guys, who are more interested in some things of fighting and killing than women; As for her kind, most of them are some of her juniors, although they can't tell their real age from their appearance, but in terms of seniority, she can be regarded as the grandmother of the grandmother of the group of little guys.

After drinking the last remaining bit of ale, she paid the bill and left the tavern. Outside the window, a missing moon hung in the blue sky, and the faint clouds floated slowly, she liked the view, so she planned to go out for a walk.

As the vampire lord of the [Transcendent Realm], she is sure enough to hide her original identity, and the bloodsucking impulse in her bloodline is not difficult under the restraint of a strong will.

She walked through the street, without an obvious purpose in mind, and walked along the edge of the street—the night was different from its usual tranquility, because of the terrible battle of the day,