What to do?

The bandit leader chewed on the fleshy parts of the steak, the fibers of his muscles rubbing his tongue repeatedly with the salty juice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info In his previous life in the game, he knew the end result of Afron's plot - the victory of the Escud family.

The light in the corner was dim, and the light shone here, leaving only the long shadows of the waiters shuttling back and forth. Glo stared at the near-perfect profile of the "domineering pseudo-girl" like a mythical goddess statue from afar, and thoughtfully—he turned on the system, and a series of information about Marcuro Escud appeared in his mind:

Marculo Escud (human, elite, male);

Age: 25;

Faction: Elantra Kingdom;

Inaugural Combat Class: [Awakening] Storm Knight (LV??, is greater than the character's level 10, and the level cannot be viewed)

Occupation, life and occupation: bard, Qiao appraiser.

The general information is the same as what was known in the previous game, and there are few [Awakening Realm] strengths in the early game!

The level that is not shown, and Glo is also very clear - in the previous life in the game forum, various information collection controls in the player gave the appearance level of this Afron "domineering pseudo-girl" in the first version, about LV35-39, but due to his character template (elite), his attributes are nearly half higher than those of players of the same level.

Glo calculated in his heart, and he secretly compared his strength. Even considering the various blessings of [Justice and Righteousness], at this stage, he is just a slightly stronger chicken in front of the other party, not to mention, the other party still has a large number of powerful followers. No wonder the "brimmed hat" remained restrained despite his anger.

"Has the Duke made a decision?"

The Round-brimmed Hat turned its head, its face distorted from its anger, and asked in a voice mixed with heavy breathing.

"Nope."

Glo didn't intend to overstep his bounds and reply in the place of the Nogo Lord.

"But they're starting to show their fangs."

The Round-brimmed Hat's tone was restless, and he stared at the bandit leader in front of him, "If we lose Afron, the kingdom's navy will have no place to stay in the north. ”

"I'll report the situation to the Duke."

"As soon as possible!"

The "round-brimmed hat" was almost uncontrollable, and the voice unconsciously became a little louder, which immediately attracted the eyes of the surroundings.

Including, the gaze of the "domineering pseudo-girl" from the front hall of the tavern! Although the hall of the "Mermaid Reef" was crowded and noisy, the characters of the [Awakening Realm] had a more acute five senses than ordinary people, and this movement in the corner was detected almost instantly.

"Ceren, it seems that I've been free lately, and I've come here to drink."

A gentle, melodious voice that resembles a church choir singing a hymn soon approached the side. The "brimmed hat" sank into water and stretched his hand to his waist—he grasped the gauntlet of his sword, but his arm trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't be too nervous, Ceren, this habit is not good, Lord Leos thinks very highly of you, you have to keep your steady-by the way, this friend of yours, don't you want to introduce me?"

The "domineering puppet girl" glanced at Selen, saw the military short sword on his waist that was ready to be shot in his palm, smiled slightly, and quickly turned his head to look at Glo. He didn't wait for the two to respond, pulled a chair from the adjacent table, and sat down beside the two of them, bowing slightly, placing his hands on the table with his fingers crossed, and looking at the two with a smile.

What to do?

The bandit leader was silent, but he cursed his mother in his heart - maybe the "round-brimmed hat" called "Selen" was unintentional, but now, he had to take sides, and he had no choice. Meeting with the people of the Escud family, especially Marcuro Escud as a core member, in such a situation, it is clear to Glo that the "overbearing pseudo-girl" is likely to regard him as a member of the kingdom's navy.

Although the attitude of the other party seems to be friendly now, as a nobleman, an inheritor and controller of power, it is by no means as harmless as it appears - there is a proverb in "strife", "Blood and intrigue forge the seat of power." Glo didn't think that the future Lord of Afron would be so simple and kind.

Glo spoke, he wanted to confide his heart to Marcoolo Escude, "Sissy brother, do you still lack a leg pendant?" But when the words came to his lips, he raised his hand and beckoned to a waiter, "Bring each of the two gentlemen a glass of rum." ”

"What about you, sir?"

The waiter asked softly when he saw the half-empty wine glass on the side of Glo's plate.

"I don't need to."

"Okay."

"Wait, the two guests at this table are on my account."

"Domineering pseudo-girl" looked up and called out to the waiter. As the waiter walked away, the smile on his face became even greater, and his expression became very playful.

"It seems that Mr. Escud is a regular customer of this tavern."

For the generosity of the "domineering pseudo-girl", Glo didn't care, his face was calm, and he said lightly.

"It's always been an interesting place to be in Afron. Aren't you right, Siren? ”

"Lost!"

The "brimmed hat" stood up, pulled out his chair, and strode towards the tavern door. Glo stumbled upon the eyes under the brim of his hat, and the pupils seemed to burn with a glistening rage in the dim light.

"It's a pity that Seren has always been a boring guy."

Two glasses of rum were quickly brought up by the waiter, the "brimmed hat" had already left, and Marcuro looked at the empty chair and did not move his butt, he took a glass of rum from the waiter's tray and drank it, the wine slid down his throat as his Adam's apple rolled. The whole time, the bandit leader did not say a word, and he quickly turned his brain, thinking about the situation he might face.

"Marcuro Escude. Maybe you've heard of the Escud family in Afron, and yes, I'm a knight in the family, a lover of swordsmanship, wine, music, and poetry. Putting down the wine glass, the "domineering pseudo-girl" took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth, "It's your turn, sir." ”

"Lecter, Kartha."

The bandit leader is concise and to the point, and there is no pressure to pretend to be an NPC. He knew that the character had the same Eastern Mountain Folk blood as him, and the age gap between the two was not too big, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake if it wasn't someone who had actually met.

"Oh, Mr. Adam's staff?"

Something seemed to light up in Marcuro's eyes, and he stared at Glo, the corners of his mouth raised—a delicate face that most ladies would be ashamed of, with fair and smooth skin, delicate eyebrows curved like moon hooks, long eyelashes, crystal clear, radiant green eyes, and a straight nose.

Just smiling, Glo instantly felt hot all over his body, his breathing was short, he felt the pores on his face open, maybe he blushed? However, the dark complexion became a good camouflage at this time.

Eggs! Lao Tzu is a man with a normal sexual orientation—Glo burst into tears. In order to divert his attention, he looked away, and his mind desperately recalled Miss Ladia's voice and smile, but when it came to beauty, Miss Mage didn't seem to be as good as this "pseudo-girl", uh, this gentleman.

"Yes."

The bandit leader's vocal cords were hoarse from lack of blood.