"Sir, please wait!"

Glo was about to leave the "Mermaid Reef" on a little black horse, when the waiter girl, with a lovely face, full breasts, and an overall score of "5", suddenly ran out of the door of the tavern, and she carried the hem of her skirt, and shouted loudly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's the matter? Beautiful young lady. ”

"There's an invitation from you, and it came at noon."

"Hmm—I'll see."

Glo took the invitation from the girl. Thin and tough, with a good texture and the texture of the fibers slipping through his fingertips, he was sure that it was a piece of reed paper—a paper that had been invented in the Continental Calendar for about 490 years, and which had taken the entire continent by storm, including the kingdom of Elant. Compared to parchment, the comfort, durability, and lightness of carrying quickly became popular.

It's just that the pampas reeds used to make this kind of paper don't exist in the Northland. These plants, which prefer warm and humid environments, are mostly found in the southern part of the continent, and are also cultivated in small quantities in the southern border of the kingdom. But being here meant that it was rare, and only some nobles and merchants from afar were accustomed to using it.

But the merchants he knew had no idea where he was now staying in Afron.

Baron Fielding? No way, that gentleman has always been intoxicated with alchemy, and he should not send out invitations to invite guests for no reason.

Could it be Macuro?

Glo then flipped through the invitation, and there were a few lines of extremely beautiful Elantra script on it:

To His Excellency Lecter:

On the evening of September 28th, I will hold a cocktail party at Clover Manor, and I look forward to your visit.

Signed: Marcuro Escude

Really!

The bandit leader was secretly proud of his accurate prediction, and he stooped down to give the waiter girl a polite thanks, and then he gently folded the invitation and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket. But at this time, he muttered secretly in his heart.

What does that "domineering pseudo-girl" want to do?

For the sake of the position of both sides, the Karthas side was more biased towards their opponents, and the invitation to the drinking party, which was an event of closeness among the nobles, happened to him, an envoy of Karthas, with a slightly strange meaning. Moreover, based on the current situation in Afron and the Northlands, it seems that there is no need for the Escud family to show favor to the Karthas side at all. In the game, the entire Escud family has always belonged to the hawks of the kingdom, and Tojing has never been their style.

Or maybe it was just Marcus's personal admiration for him, which the admiration of the nobles generally means solicitation, but in the position of the staff gentleman, it was almost impossible to change the court, and such an appreciation seemed to have no substance.

What exactly does Marcoolo want to do?

Glo rode on the back of the little black horse, pulling on the reins and walking slowly. At sunset, the streets are gradually crowded with pedestrians. The city officials who walked home after finishing the papers, the small vendors who counted the goods on the roadside and prepared to pack them, the merchants who sat in the carriage after handing over the goods and laughed with each other, the craftsmen who returned from a hard day's work in various workshops, and the ruffians and wandering mercenaries who came out of the dark corners of the city, all converged into the flow of people in Chuansuo. Glo in the crowd slowed his march and took in the evening winds of the city, slightly distracted by his thoughts.

He came all the way to Nancheng from the "mermaid reef" by the port, but he didn't notice at all that behind him, dozens of steps away, there were a few more figures following him.

"Joseph, are you sure it's that guy?"

Around the corner of the street, a man with a gloomy look asked the "bald head" beside him. His name is William, he was born as a wandering mercenary, and he is the newly promoted deputy of "Grizzly Bear" Kozmo. Compared to his predecessor Billy, he doesn't talk much, but because of his careful thinking, he excels in some of the daily activities of "Bloody Fangs", and since Billy's death, he was quickly favored by Kozmo as a small boss and became a real person in the organization.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Bald," Joseph replied, rubbing his eyes.

"Well, let's keep up with it. Well, be prepared, there's still a bit of a lot of people here. ”

William's slender fingers ran over a bulging bag around his waist, and he pulled out a small dagger glowing with indigo light from his bosom, chuckling gloomily.

"But the boss told us to see this guy and notify the sheriff's ......"

Seeing William's expression licking his tongue and eager to try, Joseph "Bald" and another member of "Bloody Fangs" kindly reminded.

"No, no—not at all. You know, the greedy villains of the Sheriff's Department are never easy to satisfy. That's enough for a few of us. ”

William placed his palm on the shoulder of the "bald head" at eye level with him, and pretended to be kind and patted twice. Before leaving, Kozmo had made some explanations to him, but he was completely unimpressed by what he had said.

He has this self-confidence, as the inaugural assassin of LV10, his skills are not at all comparable to Billy's three-legged cat kung fu.

The "working funds" that were planned for the Sheriff's Department were left in his pocket. In Afron, quietly taking out a lander with no roots was not too difficult for William to do.

"But ......"

The "bald head" still can't forget what happened that night, he hesitated, and muttered.

"Nothing. Okay, when the business is done, Rael in the pocket, you will divide it into one. ”

William made the decision to divide with great satisfaction, and he grinned with great satisfaction when he saw the "bald head" in front of him and the other man swallowing saliva.

……

The sun rises from the sea, and after a day, it gradually disappears into the shadows of the mountains and forests.

The western part of Afron, unlike the rest of the city, does not have a complete and cohesive walled wall, but a rolling hill with lush trees, tranquility, tranquility and elegant scenery, where most of the local nobles and merchants lived.

The Shamrock Estate, which belonged to the Escud family's estate, is also located here.

Marculo Escud appeared in the manor in a well-cut, slim-fitting black gown, and in front of him stood a middle-aged butler who was also well-dressed and well-groomed. Stretching his long legs, he half-reclined comfortably on a wooden bench in the lawn of the manor, listening carefully to the butler's report on the preparations for the reception, nodding his head in approval from time to time.

As night fell, the number of guests in the manor increased. The shadow of the moonlight crept up to the treetops, and Marcuro rose from his bench and walked in the direction of the hall where the reception was held.