Such an episode didn't distract him too much, and Glo quickly put it to the back of his mind. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info led by the courteous young waiter, the team walked into the backyard of the "Dolphin Country" and settled the horses and carriages. In order to make it easier to take care of the goods, the carriage was specially stopped in the view of the window of the guest room and wrapped tightly with a waterproof felt cloth.

Afterwards, the team came to the guest room on the second floor of the tavern, and Glo had booked a standard quadruple room, and the team of twelve people was exactly three.

After a cursory look at the room, the young waiter smiled respectfully and asked, "Gentlemen, are you still satisfied?" ”

Glo nodded, stared at the waiter with a playful look, reached out and pulled a Rael from his pocket, and with a flick of his thumb, the Rael fell into the young waiter's hand with a shining sheen. The young waiter's smile became even brighter.

"Please bring dinner to me later."

Glo confessed as he stared into the young waiter's eyes.

"Okay."

The waiter who accepted the tip was full of promises, then lowered his head and quickly turned away.

"A secret sentinel of the underground?"

Glo looked at the back of the young waiter who had left in a hurry, and suddenly whispered to himself.

"Glo, what's wrong with you?"

Oliver, who was on the side, asked when he heard Glo's self-talk.

"It's just some bugs that might cause trouble."

Glo smiled and turned to walk into the room.

For the bandit leader "Wild Wolf", who is now Nogo's number one, Afron's underground forces are indeed only insects. At the end of the midsummer of 553 in the continental calendar, the strength of those underground forces is limited even if it is a little stronger than ordinary people, and it is more dependent on the notoriety of scoundrels and the power of grouping.

It's a pity that the other party doesn't know his name as a "wild wolf", and he doesn't know his face.

As he sat on the bed and waited for dinner, Glo's hand stroked the bayonet at his waist, a subconscious habit of his mind to put his hand on the position where it was convenient to draw his weapon whenever something about the battle came to mind.

Afron's underground forces are only weak to him, and although he is not willing to swing his blade at the weak, he doesn't mind if the other party provokes him.

Glo had already spotted the presence of such people when he had passed through the gates of Afron - wandering eyes constantly scanning the pockets or packages of pedestrians, and then soon several emaciated half-grown children crowded into the crowd, consciously or unconsciously, approaching the target, and extending a "third hand" with an extremely skillful and light movement.

Later, Glo inadvertently glimpsed another scene - in the corner of a secluded street, those half-grown children, like chickens, gathered in front of a middle-aged man with an obscene face, took out the money bag in his hand, exchanged it for a dirty dry hard wheat cake from the middle-aged man's hand, and then grabbed the wheat cake with both hands and began to devour it, biting until the crumbs flew everywhere, while those children who had no harvest silently swallowed saliva and suffered several fierce punches and kicks from the middle-aged man.

Afron's guards had every reason to know about such a thing, but still acquiesced to it—if there was no collusion between the two, only an idiot would believe it.

This is also one of the rules of the underground forces.

In line with the idea of "strong dragons do not suppress the head snake", Glo did not plan to be a good person, and those underground forces saw that they were a group of twelve people, all of them were fierce, and they did not choose them as targets.

"Well water" was originally not guilty of "river water".

It wasn't until he came to the "Dolphin Country" that the heavy bag of Rael in his hand was revealed.

Not long had passed, perhaps by the miraculous effect of the rael, and the young waiter quickly brought the dinner, and the food was neatly stacked on clean clay plates. After the dinner of twelve people was served, the waiter quietly departed in an almost flattering manner.

Stopping to talk about Afron and his party, the bandits' attention turned to the food—golden fried fish pieces, tender kale, green beans, mushroom minced meat soup, and the main dish was a steaming mashed potato, though not very delicate, but generous.

Everyone immediately devoured it, including Glo - he wasn't worried about the possibility of poisoning the food, as in the previous game, when any food entered the belly in a non-combat state, Glo would receive a very slow continuous health regeneration buff.

If the young waiter really has bad intentions, the "system" will give him a hint.

Glo chewed on his food in a reassuring gulp, and it turned out that the young waiter had not done anything unclean.

……

Dusk in Afron.

The cool breeze blowing from the sea swept away the hot air, and the pedestrians on the streets of Nancheng gradually began to increase.

This port city in the Northland has a very rich nightlife, which is one of the reasons why many people of the Elantre Kingdom yearn for Afron when they talk about it, and if they have the opportunity to come to this place, they always want to have some fun.

At the mouth of a dark and remote alleyway, the occasional pedestrian passed by, but they quickened their pace to leave—they saw some men with wild beast tattoos on their arms, looking vicious or obscene, walking into it one after another.

There's a world in this alleyway.

This is the nest of the "bloody fangs" of Afron's underground forces. Perhaps, in the whole of Afron, the "bloody fangs" are nothing, but in the predominantly civilian-dominated southern city, this underground organization is a terrifying existence.

The men ended up in the same house.

The house was very spacious, there were no blocks, there were simply two rows of chairs, and now the room was full of people, and some latecomers could only stand behind the chairs.

The atmosphere was quiet, and none of the fierce-looking men made any sound, just looked at the main seat at the end of the two rows of chairs.

The main seat was a huge chair covered with animal furs, the dirty color of which no one was from which the fur came, and a huge figure sat on it.

Despite maintaining a sitting position, it can still be seen that this figure is very burly, and the burly makes people wonder if the owner of this figure has the blood of a wild tribe.

The owner of this figure is "Grizzly Bear" Kozmo, few people remember his name, most people only know him by his nickname, and know him as the leader of the "Blood Fangs".

Taking the 540-year-old Karthas red wine handed over by a tall and lanky man beside him, two thick fingers easily pulled out the cork, and with a soft "pop", Kozmo lifted the bottle, and the scarlet mellow liquid flowed through his lips and poured into his throat, revealing yellowed teeth.

After a sip of the drink, the liquid flowed down the lush beard and under the shaggy chest.

"Grizzly" Kozmo is in a good mood right now.