What a familiar scene!

Glo was on his horse, and the voice of the old butler Faren came to his ears - he couldn't help but think of the movies and dramas he had watched in his previous life, and the timing of the third party was always just right: to avoid dealing with tricky problems head-on, and to have some time to clean up the mess. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Grab the credit? Going down the mountain to pick peaches? Bet on the split head, now to show faithfulness to the wallgrass?

Glo seemed to smell a strong sense of conspiracy - he forgot that his mind was not really noble. But now he had selectively forgotten something, and he looked at Macuro:

"Some guys in the city are taking advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, and I think the sheriff's department should be busy already."

Macuro nodded.

Thousands of legionnaires quickly fell apart, and the aqua-blue eagle banner was no longer flying, only trampled under the feet of countless fugitives.

In Buffalo Street, there was silence. Marcuro took off his helmet and visor, his eyes fading red, but Glo noticed that the knuckles of his Stormshattered Steel Sword were turning white—the battle was going on so fiercely that there were no more than a dozen men left in Marcoolo's team that had escaped from the Clover Manor, excluding the Lord's Guard.

Heinrich, the leader of the "Song of the Ashes", and Biden, the captain of the two mercenaries, were desperately blocking when Ceren led the team to chase and kill not long ago, they were scarred and panting; The old butler Faeron, the gray-haired old man with his age, his sword was unsheathed, but the smell of blood emanating from his body was terrifying; Miss Kia, her eyes widened, and she looked around in fear and confusion; There are also some young people in the manor, including the guards, who only feel weak at the moment, although the experience of escaping death is gratifying, but the real and tragic scene has left a lifelong imprint on their memories......

It's all over.

The old butler Feren closed his eyes, his face wrinkled and furrowed, covered with sweat and mud, and the deep exhaustion was clearly visible in it—this battle caught their side off guard, he had thought that the kingdom navy of Afron would not be in such a hurry, but he had made a mistake. And the mistakes that were made, finally got a heavy enough lesson.

Although this is not his own carelessness and mistake.

The hustle and bustle of the city streets is far better than the bustling night on weekdays. The two mages were silent: Miss Lena walked towards little Kia, patted the girl's still frightened body, and held her tightly in her arms; Radia stood beside Glo, looking at the man beside her with a pair of lake-blue eyes, looking at her, trying to say something—the bandit leader withdrew his gaze from the chaos, and he knew that since the Baron was aware of the current situation, he would definitely make the next arrangement.

Yes. The winner has been decided.

Macuro jumped off his horse, feeling dizzy from the bleeding wound, but he quickly froze, and his eyes were cold when he heard the cries of the women and children.

"Glo, I'll leave the rats to you. Also, the young men in the team who can still hold on, let's go with the swordsman too! Those guys...... Afron may not be able to allow them to continue to exist. ”

He paused and added one last sentence. Although the meaning was not explained, Glo knew that the baron's indifferent tone had already sentenced the ruffians, gangsters, and wandering mercenaries to death.

Glo doesn't mind taking out these troublemakers - there is evil in everyone's heart, and those who indulge their inner moral restraint must pay for their evil deeds at this moment. And the price of this is death.

He agreed, turned and mounted his horse.

……

"It was a great fight! The City Lord's Mansion side won. ”

The situation outside sounded noisy, but Monica, the mercenary, chose the same choice as many others, gathering in the tavern, pricking up their ears and listening to the movements around them. The tavern's owner and waiters were busy bringing drinks to the table, and the sounds of the fight faded as the guests began to speculate about the outcome of the battle.

Monica was surrounded by a group of stinky men, her beautiful watery eyes raised her eyelids, and said lightly.

But everyone here seemed to be in disbelief. From the sudden occurrence of this battle, they took refuge in the tavern, and none of them ran outside, so as not to cause trouble innocently, the owner of the tavern had already sealed the door panel tightly, except for two latches, he also had the waiters carry a few heavy oak barrels to block the back.

"Monica, how do you know?"

A man with a blond beard asked. He's a regular mercenary with an organization, unlike his wandering peers who now run out to have fun - he scoffs at the behavior of those guys, and at this time, he really thinks he can take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters? I don't know when, a wave hits, and my life will be gone. What stupidity! Therefore, he chose An An to stay here and not go anywhere.

"Guess."

Monica blinked, glancing at the man. Her eyes seemed to have the magic of seduction, just such an ordinary glance, the mercenary man suddenly felt his bones crisp, he stared at this beautiful and amorous face, and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

For this woman, he has a very strong interest and a little caution. Just as he came to the tavern, he saw a hapless man who had stepped forward to tease her, the man, who was slapped to the ground by her neatly slap, and he struggled to scold the "who doesn't know what to do", and was about to teach the woman a lesson, when a short sword was put against his throat, and then the man was honest. Because of the loss of face in front of everyone, the guy had to leave the tavern in disgrace.

Pretty good! Here's what he had to say about Monica. Later, under his warm and gentlemanly conversation, he learns that the woman is a lone wandering mercenary, which further intrigues him - forgetting to mention his identity, the captain of the first brigade of the "Song of the Ashes", Victor. Today, he had just finished returning from the mercenary group from outside, and before he could return to the mercenary camp, he happened to encounter this battle, so he and his team had to hide in this tavern.

Seeing that the captain was very attentive to this lady, these team members lost their previous enthusiasm.

Victor then sent out an invitation to join the "Song of the Ashes", but the beautiful lady refused.