Kling felt like he was dying, and he could now clearly feel that his blood was leaving his body, and the massive loss of blood had made Clint's muscles lose strength, even though they couldn't help him get out of his current predicament. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Strangely, he was not a brilliant person, and he had not shown any talent beyond ordinary people in the previous twenty years, but as death approached, Kling found himself calmer and calmer, and even began to think faster. "What a useless talent." Kling couldn't help laughing at himself, but unfortunately he had long since lost the strength to speak, and even his expression was out of control.

Kling was now in a state of wonder that he had always felt that he was going to die in ten seconds, but when he counted ten times in his mind, he was surprised to find that only five seconds had passed, and then he could only count five more numbers, which was a terrible feeling, reminding him of the time when he was a child when he was forced to learn arithmetic by his strict parents.

"Am I not dead yet?" Klin's eyelids didn't move anymore, but he wasn't dead yet, the hourglass of time was leaking more and more slowly, and Clint was pleasantly surprised to realize that although he had thought about so many things, only two seconds had passed in the outside world.

"What is this? Is it a gift from the gods? "Kling was originally just a pan-believer in the Nine Saints Church, but now he feels that he has to become a more devout believer, but it is said that at that level, he needs to choose a god to believe, and he can't believe in the "Nine Saints" like he does now. The original Klin, like most people, couldn't become a higher level of shallow believer because of this, after all, would other gods be angry after he chose a god? Is the god you choose strong enough? All of this bothered him, but now that Kling had decided to give his all to Raffna, the goddess of the moon, why? Because the Goddess of the Moon is the only god whose name Kling knows, thanks to the old storyteller at the tavern door.

"Speaking of which, why did this man kill me?" Kling doesn't have any good feelings about this guy who pounces on himself, tears his throat, and sucks his own blood, but he is still curious, he Clint is just an ordinary person who can't be ordinary anymore, oh, if you don't count this ability to think before he dies, and Clint has always only worked in a tavern in this bustling city, thanks to the strict education of his parents when he was a child, he stood out from the many gangsters and was selected by the boss, alas, it's not him who braggs, With that group of social garbage who can't even write their own names, how can they know that multiplication is higher than addition and subtraction? It's great to know what those operators mean! The only Henry who can threaten him is to go to the academy for a few months, but he still loses to him at this point, Master Klin!

But none of this was a reason for the vicious man to kill himself now, and Kling couldn't help but think back to a long time ago. Before he went out, he was an ordinary blacksmith's child, and his family was very good among the commoners, but his big-hearted father actually wanted to send him to a private school that only noble lords could go to! After spending almost all of his family's savings, after years of study, Clint got nothing more than "you are not this material", and the young Clint could not accept this fate, so he left his hometown and came to Bea City, and relied on the knowledge he had learned before, well, he actually didn't want to admit it, and obtained the position of this tavern waiter.

The owner of the tavern is said to have been a soldier in the past, but lost the ability to have children in a battle, so everyone knows what they might get out of working in the tavern, and the boss doesn't mind giving them a thought, so Kling has continued to show his abilities for the past four years.

"Could it be that Morcon was jealous of me and hired someone to kill me? But the price of a professional is so high, how does he manage to hire a professional? "Clint is now the most paid man in the tavern, and with tips, he earns 40 silver coins a month, which is not much lower than his father, who worked in the country! The big cities are the best places to make money. For the past two years, he has sent 20 silver coins home every month, which not only eases the resentment between him and his family because of the original runaway, but also makes Klin have no savings until now.

"I don't have a lot of money on me, robbery is unlikely, and this bastard actually sucks my blood, what a deranged criminal!" Kling imagined what the murderer's face would be when he left his neck, and it must have been stained with his own blood! Kling was taken aback by his own imagination, he had little strength since he was a child, so he couldn't inherit the family's iron-making career, so Clint rarely fought, this kind of bloody scene he never thought of happening to himself, to himself!

Kling shuddered in his heart, and then told himself not to think about these things anymore, giving up thinking about why he was being targeted, Kling unconsciously began to want more information, but unfortunately now the scenery in front of him was fixed, and even gradually lost color, and the bastard's hair on his body occupied most of the field of vision, no matter how closely Kling looked, he couldn't see the fifth thing except the blue sky, white clouds, trees, and hair.

"Speaking of which, why did I end up in the woods outside the city?" Clint suddenly realized that he had lost his memory of the last few hours, but fortunately he now had a lot of time for him to think, so he could think slowly.

"Ah, a guest!" Kling wanted to make a surprised look by patting his skull exaggeratedly as he had done before, for he had received a lot of tips for it, but now he could no longer move even a centimeter of his body.

"Do you know anything about the castle lord?" It had been two hours earlier, and an elegant middle-aged man had arrived at Klin's tavern under the guard of a cold guard, which had already lit a stove in October, but the guard had no intention of "thawing" at all.

"My lord, I don't understand what you mean." Klin brought two cups of hot water, and the elegant middle-aged man took a sip of tea, while his guard didn't make any moves, in fact, Klin was maliciously guessing whether the hot water would freeze instantly if the guard went to serve the water.

"I'm a merchant from afar who wants to run a business in Biya City, but I don't want to face those greedy officials, I wonder if the little brother would like to introduce your city lord?" The middle-aged man said slowly, Klin assured that the city lord would like this merchant, because he was different from other merchants, and had a temperament that Klin didn't know how to describe.

"Your Excellency, then you're asking the right question, I'm the most well-informed person in the city." It's not that Kling is bragging, he still keeps in touch with the thugs after he became a tavern waiter, and when it comes to knowing everything in the city, who can compare to the thugs who have nothing to do all day long?

"Oh, really?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly and gave a casual gesture, and the cold guard threw out a golden coin.

“！” Klint was quick to take the coin at once, and after just one glance, Clint recognized that it was a standard silver-doped gold coin, with a face value of just half a gold coin, that is, 50 silver coins, which was higher than Klin's salary for a month!

"Thank you, thank you, your lord." Klinxi smiled, put away the gold coin, and then said: "The city lord has a good temper, especially the recent war has just ended, the city lord has been rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor, if you let the little one say, your luck is really good, if you go to ask the city lord to do something now, you will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort!" ”

"Oh, that's a great thing." Although the middle-aged man said this, he didn't mean much joy, and this calmness raised Klin's perception of the businessman to a higher level again.

"But where am I going to meet the lord of the city? I don't think the lord would meet a merchant in his mansion. The middle-aged man took another sip of water, in fact, they hadn't ordered food yet, but the half gold coin was enough to make Kling forget about it.

"This, my lord, you also know that the whereabouts of the city lord are not so easy to inquire about." Kling knew that he must be ugly now, but for the sake of money, for the sake of gold coins, what was wrong with making such a philistine appearance?

"Huh." The middle-aged man chuckled and waved his hand again, and the guard directly took out a small bag, and Kling looked over and was fascinated by the brilliant gold inside.

"Whew, really, so much?" Clint swallowed.

"As long as you can meet my requirements, yes." The middle-aged man drank the last drop of water from the glass, but Kling couldn't remember to refill the guest.

"Follow me!" Clint is now the second-in-command of the tavern, and it doesn't matter if he goes out for a while, not to mention that it's a morning with no guests.

So, in this "hidden" trading location, when Clint was about to say that the city lord would go to a fancy restaurant tomorrow for a change of taste, the cold guards pounced and killed him.

"No, you'll have to do it until I'm satisfied." Kling was horrified to find that he was not in a state of stopping time, because the voice of the middle-aged man was ringing in his ears!

The cold guard left Klin's neck, and unlike what he had imagined, the guard's face was very clean, with only two protruding tiger teeth, showing a hint of hideousness.

"Sleep, when you wake up, you will complete the deal between us." The middle-aged man's voice was slow, unhurried and impatient, and Kling closed his eyes with the middle-aged man's voice.