"Well, how long will it take?"

"I don't know, maybe until the war in the Northlands ends. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Glo shook her head and uttered something ambiguous—a misleading meaning between the words. For Miss Lena, it does make sense for Lecter, as a serving soldier, to wait for the war to end and return to peace before thinking about life events. What she understood was exactly what the bandit leader wanted.

On the other hand, time is the best solution to all the crucities - although the otaku who has traveled through time understands the changes and trends of history, he will never be able to foresee this kind of emotional problem.

Perhaps, when they meet again, the two may become close lovers. Or, on the side of the sword, tears goodbye, ruthless opposite.

"I'll wait for you, Knight Lecter."

"Thank you, Lena."

Glo gave the red-haired girl an affectionate hug, and he pulled the reins and stepped onto the little black horse. The horse's hooves shattered the ripples of moonlight on the stone slabs of the street, and the sound of "da-da" drifted farther and farther away. Inadvertently, he suddenly turned his head—the slender figure still stopped in place, waving its little hand at him.

Miss Lena finally walked away with him without arguing. Isn't that a clever and reasonable way to get out of trouble?

However, why is there no joy at all, and the nose is even a little sour?

The little black horse under him galloped through the empty streets in the middle of the night, and the wind blew through the sides of his face, bringing with him a cold sting. Glo pulled up the collar of her black dress, feeling a deep sense of confusion and a sense of loss.

What's next?

Find a tavern to rest for the night, and then visit the camp of the kingdom's navy tomorrow? But Glo couldn't forget Miss Lena's expectant eyes, and there was a little more hesitation in her heart - she had come to Afron before, trying to influence the history of the game and turn things around, but now it seemed that it was really necessary? Or put aside the emotional factor, from another point of view, is there any other possibility?

The defeat of the kingdom's navy at Afron, judging from the current situation, is only a matter of time. The best thing to do is to keep some spark - Glo remembered that the Admiral, at least the flame psionics of the [Awakened Realm], could not change the defeat of the Afron Kingdom's navy. And he, even if he knows some of the things that will happen in the game, as a LV13 [Ranger], at the level of the competing aristocratic elite, it still doesn't have enough weight-

Stratagem? According to the previous assumption, it looks good to rely on this fake identity to induce and sway, but in reality, this operation is more like walking on thin ice, and if you are not careful, you will put yourself in it - the cold wind blows the sweat flowing on the back, bringing a chill.

In a trance, the sound of horses' hooves thinned out, and Glo rode through the streets. From the aristocratic manor in the western mountains of Afron City, to the southern city and the port area, the waves crash against the reef, and after the roar, the large canopy of water droplets are sprinkled loudly, and the cry of seagulls is even clearer and more distant on this moonlit night. The blue night, dyed with a warm hustle and bustle in the scattered lights of the city, he browsed the sides of the street, only to find that he had returned to the "Mermaid Reef"—the tavern where he had been for the past few days.

This is the credit of the little dark horse. When its master rolled over, it twisted its head and stuck out its tongue, licking its rough hand - Glo walked into the tavern, and in the middle of the night, before the tavern closed, he saw the lovely waiter girl again, and several guests in the dark corners of the hall.

"Miss Lulu, we brothers are not here to see you crying."

"Hehe, I said that I would return 20 raels in a week, and today is the last day."

"However, I only borrowed 5 raels from you......"

The girl argued a little nervously, and as she cleaned up the tavern, she looked at the counter, the owner of the Mermaid Reef, and did not know where to go. And the few waiters who had been on duty with her before that were now nowhere to be found.

"Borrowing is interest-bearing! Miss. There's your handprint here! ”

One of the leaner guests raised a note and screamed like a night owl. His filthy face was triumphant, "Even if you get to Lord Randall, you won't be able to escape." "The Randall man he was talking about was none other than Justice Afron, who was primarily responsible for handling disputes and disputes between civilians.

"I ...... I don't know how to read. ”

The girl grabbed the rag and wiped the table a few times, so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

"It's okay, you have another way to go. As long as you are willing to go to the 'Red Rose' tonight, these 20 rael will be written off. We've always been very disciplined with our 'Scarlet Fangs'. ”

The guests at the wine table spat out a strong smell of wine, grinning and patting their legs at each other and laughing. They licked their tongues, and their eyes flashed like hungry wolves, and they looked a little frightened.

"Woo-Mr. Knight!"

At the end of her life, when she was almost desperate, the girl saw Glo's figure. Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed. As she shouted, the ill-intentioned guests quickly looked at Glo.

It's just that the thin face in it instantly changed his face.

"Jill, what's wrong? Do you know this guy? ”

"I remembered something, ...... I'm going to go back first. ”

Jill squeaked suddenly. He lowered his head quickly, lest the figure who walked into the tavern recognize him. However, his reaction was clearly too late. Shadows obscured the lights in the tavern hall, and when he looked up again, the somewhat familiar "black dress" was already standing at their tables.

He didn't know the name of it, but he knew that it was the "target" of the leader, Kozmo—the one he had encountered in the evening, a very likely high-ranking inaugurate. Jill remembered what had happened, and couldn't help but fall into great horror.

But to his surprise, the "black dress" did not choose to choose to shoot immediately.

Glo pulled a nearby chair and sat down, curling two fingers against the table, his gaze sweeping over them, "Gentlemen, it is fraud to take advantage of the ignorance of others to obtain undue benefits. ”

"Boy, who are you? There's nothing to do with you here. ”

Jill's companion looked at the delicately crafted black vertical collar gown, and then at Glo's young face belonging to the eastern mountain people. After checking from his memory little by little, and finding that he didn't belong to the characters he knew that he couldn't mess with, he snorted dissatisfiedly, and reminded with a calm face. However, before he finished speaking, Jill on the side hurriedly gave him several consecutive glances.

"My lord, this is our business. In Afron, contracts for the lending and restitution of money are recognized and protected by law. ”

Jill looked at Glo's always calm face, and tried to say something with a wry smile.