Dressed in a black trench coat and a top hat, Locke walked down the streets of the town. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The surrounding buildings tend to be steeple Gothic, and the pedestrians are dressed in Victorian Baroque or Rococo style, that is, the clothes of the Industrial Revolution era in the mid-19th century, but the world's science and technology are dominated by steampunk-style black technology, after all, such a magical and chaotic dark age is the favorite of more game manufacturers.

This town Locke has been here before, and the bandits are a wild place, and few people go there except for the people who do the quest, and Locke only remembered after coming to this town - he did a quest here at level 10 before - to repel the bandits.

"I don't know if the bandits here are all the way with those idiots in the cottage." Locke thought as he pushed open the door of an inn.

Downstairs is a noisy and chaotic beer hall, the second floor is a place for ordinary travelers, and the third floor is considered a premium suite. In the past, it was very popular with players, after all, it was the only place in the town where you could kill people at any time without restraint, but now in this world where no players exist, it has been replaced by a large number of adventurer mercenaries who do not know whether to live or die.

This is what Locke saw when he came in, and the fierce scoundrels sat at the round table licking their lips and looked up at him, all with a sneering expression.

Arriving at the bar, Locke took off his hat and looked at the bartender and asked, "Is there still a room?" ”

The bartender hugged his arm and said, 'Do you have the money to pay for the room?' He looked at him and didn't answer.

At this moment, the closest table behind him shouted at Locke, "Hey little ghost! Where did you get this dress? It can't be stealing your mother's things and selling them, right? ”

"Clam clam clam clam~~"

The people in the bar burst into laughter, and then they all sat there as if they were watching a good show.

Locke turned his head and said with a blank face, "This was taken from your father who had syphilis, isn't it pretty?" ”

There was silence.

"Smack!" The two people at the table slammed the table, stood up and shouted, "Where did the little rabbit cub have such a stinky mouth?!" ”

"Today, let me teach you a lesson, a little thing that doesn't know the height of the sky!"

The two of them came over with a menacing look - if you sell this little ghost, you may be able to get a lot of money!

Locke raised an eyebrow: "Give you one last chance." ”

After hearing this, the two big men laughed loudly: "Do you know that the clam is afraid, little ghost!" If you are afraid, you will kneel down for Lao Tzu! ”

Locke took two steps back and leaned against the edge of the bar, waving his hand casually, and a level 15 hooded assassin suddenly appeared beside him.

Immediately made everyone stunned.

Seeing the assassin who came and went without a trace and exuded a strong murderous aura suddenly appeared beside him, the two hooligans who had been approaching stopped and looked at him with a wary face.

"What do you command, master?" The assassin bowed respectfully to Locke in front of everyone, which made everyone present stunned for a moment: This assassin is the servant of this imp?! No way?! So what's the hell with that?!

The entire tavern was silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

And the two hooligans who wanted to go over to find trouble suddenly sweated like rain and kicked the iron plate! What to do?!

One of them hurriedly said, "This ...... Is this young master right? Just a lot of offense, please ......"

Locke smiled and waved his hand, and the two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Unload their legs for me, and I'll be here watching." After Locke said this, the two of them listened to it and their brains were a little foggy, and they didn't react for a while.

"As you wish." The assassin saluted, then drew his short knife with a cold light and walked towards the two of them.

"Nope! Wait a minute! Master! ”

"No...... Yes!!!! ”

With a flash of the knife, one of their thighs flew out, and the blood instantly stained the ground.

Locke glanced around the hall, all of them grim with their heads pressed against the table, lest they attract his attention.

Listening to the screams of the two, Locke nodded, turned to look at the stunned bartender and asked, "Get a glass of milk, and give me a first-class room, if you don't have it, don't want your head." ”

When the assassin on the side heard this, he looked up at the bartender, who was so frightened that his heart was about to jump out, and he quickly nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes!" Yes! Yes! Young master, please wait a minute......"

"Where's my milk?"

"Also...... Please wait a minute! Right away! Right away! ”

The bartender hurriedly turned around to prepare his things, and Locke turned his head to lean against the edge of the bar again, glanced down at the two fainted guys on the ground, and said, "Throw them away, don't let me see them again." ”

"Obey the master." The assassin said yes and dragged one of the two guys out of the house with one of their legs.

Locke looked at the two-day-long blood stain on the ground, smiled, and crushed a tube of psychotropic potions - the level gap between the assassin and him was a bit big, and the mana consumption was serious, but fortunately, the potions that the bandits had grabbed were also sufficient.

It seems that the new church of Servi is quite close to the bandits, or that den of thieves may be a subordinate branch of Servixin, because strategic materials such as potions are controlled by the church and other big forces, and there are so many in the bandits' den, which shows that their relationship is extraordinary.

Locke leaned against the bar to gather his thoughts, and the thugs with their heads down slowly raised their heads to look at him.

"What to see?!" With Locke's roar, everyone slammed their heads on the table again, not daring to breathe.

"Less...... Master, your milk. The bartender's voice came from behind, "It's still ...... And your room key. ”

The two objects were placed on the bar and carefully pushed behind Locke's back.

Locke turned around, nodded, and said with a smile, "Thank you." After saying that, he was given a gold coin.

The bartender was stunned for a moment, subconsciously reached out to catch it, and was suddenly surprised and delighted after seeing the shining gold coins in his hand, he was surprised that he didn't expect this 'little devil' to actually pay! I'm glad that he is so generous!

100 copper coins = 1 silver coin, 100 silver coins = 1 gold coin, 5 silver coins for a night in a tavern in a senior suite, and some people still run away in the middle of the night. How can you not be surprised to receive a gold coin at once now.

Some of the people with their heads on the table also raised their heads slightly when they saw this, and when they saw the assassin enter through the door, they lowered their heads again.

"It's been done, master." The assassin came to Locke's side and said respectfully.

"Hmm." Locke took a sip of milk and glanced at him, "Go down, I'll call you if there's something." ”

"Obey the order, and the subordinates will retire." After saying that, he bent down, and Locke put him away with a thought, which seemed to outsiders as if an assassin had used his skills and fled, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, but the thought of an assassin watching them all the time hunched their necks and looked up at the ceiling.

"Young Master, what else do you command?" The bartender also bowed his head and asked respectfully, not knowing that he thought it was his deacon.

Locke was satisfied, and was about to speak, when heavy footsteps came from outside the door, and a guest came.

Locke subconsciously turned his head, looked at it, and was stunned on the spot.

No way?! How could he be here?! (To be continued)