Ron said, "Neverwinter is full of Crows, Miss Priest doesn't want to go through yesterday's events, does she?" ”

Sarina bit her lip, her eyes flickering.

"I'm just mentioning it slightly, if you don't like to hear it, you can ignore it!" Ron knew that she didn't have any good feelings for herself in her heart, and shrugged her shoulders and continued, "Of course we are recognized, and it is best not to drag us into the water, I don't have the skills to deal with the Crow Society!" ”

"Mr. Ron must be very capable......"

"Average, not capable!"

"Mr. Ron is confident?"

"Not count!"

"So is Sarina causing you trouble?"

"Nope!"

"Okay!" Sarina took a deep breath at him in disappointment, reached out and took the mask over and covered her face, just after the mask, a strong nauseous smell suddenly emerged from the mask, she was immediately choked, coughed violently, and hurriedly took the mask off her face.

"You-"

Her face turned pale.

Ron shrugged: "I'm sorry, I grabbed it, I didn't bring it!" ”

Sarina breathed heavily, the smell almost fainting her, and she didn't know what venom was on it. She took a few deep breaths in a row, and saw Ron's eyes staring at her without blinking, and a trace of nausea welled up in her heart for no reason.

However, she had always been good-tempered, and she didn't say much, and handed the mask back to him: "So Mr. Ron, does there anything else?" ”

Ron nodded, then pulled another mask out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Sarina looked at it and made sure that there was no peculiar smell on it, before picking it up and putting it on her face: "It may take half a day, I will explain the situation to Mr. Mentor and try to invite him over!" ”

"Good!"

"The Crows Will ...... in the City"

Ron stared at her with a frown.

Sarina looked a little frightened and bit her lip: "Will you still meet them in the city?" ”

"If nothing else, it will!" Ron Road.

"I'll pay attention!" Sarina nodded.

"If you're recognized, it's best not to come to me, I don't have the effort!" Ron Road.

Sarina was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to say this, she felt a little cold in her heart, but it seemed that it was natural to think about it, she had already troubled people a lot, she sighed and said: "Mr. Ron, don't worry, if something really happens, Sarina will definitely not trouble Mr. Ron!" ”

"That's good, let's go!" Ron made a clear word.

Seeing that he was so direct and unwilling to take care of himself, Sarina felt a little sad in her heart, and nodded: "Okay! As he spoke, he quickly pushed open the door and walked outside without looking back, walking a little hurriedly, almost stuck on the threshold.

Seeing her leave, Ron's expression changed, his eyes narrowed, flashed a hint of fierceness, and glanced back at Avrilán.

The girl was still unconscious, in very bad condition, and now she was sweating profusely, and the wound was gradually turning purple, and there were already signs of festering.

It's hard to imagine the horror of this kind of dark magic, Ron had seen fallen wizards cast spells when he was in Neverwinter City in his last life, for mortals, each of these spells has deadly strength, Avrilan is just a mortal body, and it took less than two days to become like this, and Ron was quite anxious in his heart.

Of course, he didn't put all his hopes on Sarina, after all, Salina was just a priest assigned to a marginal town, and had no status in the church, and whether he could invite her over was another matter. What's more, Ron also knew that a large number of Kevos's followers were still pastors.

That's the most important thing.

Ron won't forget that after the outbreak of the First Dark Arts War, Neverwinter was bloodied because of the defection of a large number of priests.

Although it was so old that Ron couldn't remember which priest had defected, he was keenly aware of the fact that Neverwinter was not easy at this time when he entered the city.

Wiping the cold sweat from Averlan's forehead again, Ron picked up his twin knives, got on his gear, and planned to go out first.

There's no need to put all the weight on Sarina, Ron has to start thinking about the second path, a very difficult path to take, but for the sake of Averlan, he has to gamble.

Locking the door of the room, he hurried out of the cattle slaughter inn to a remote alley, and then flashed his figure, activated the latent skill, and disappeared in place.

……

At this time, outside the city of Neverwinter!

Black Manor!

A dozen masked men dressed in black stood in a circle in the room, most of them thieves, only a few were rangers or warriors.

On the ground lay more than a dozen corpses, of different shapes, some headless, some had their throats slit, and some had severed their hands and feet, and the bloody blood stained the ground red.

Above them sat a masked thief with cold eyes, and to his right, a figure dressed as a warlock. If Ron had been here, he would have known that this Warlock was the same Rank 4 Warlock he had encountered in the forest of Orlando Town last time.

The leading thief is the leader they call Lord Falcao.

"There should be only one person!"

"The other party is very skilled, and no one has found out!"

"A knife was cut off by the leader, and he used an extremely sharp weapon, which should be the two scimitars we obtained from the Royce family last time!"

"He's here to save people!"

"What else?"

"It's a male, not a big grade, with a bow and crossbow on his body, the opponent's methods are sophisticated and ferocious, the only combat priest is to kill the other party, and it can be seen that the speed is extremely fast, and he is an extremely fierce master!"

The thief named Falcao took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly seemed to erupt with anger, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Who is he?" ”

"We've never met someone like that, he knows us very well, no, no, he even knows very, very well, even beyond us. He didn't act rashly from the beginning, and touched it silently! ”

The thief named Falcao suddenly became angry when he heard this, sat up from his chair suddenly, and with a "bang", he lifted the table in front of him directly, exposing him like thunder: "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him......" He trembled with anger, looked up at the warlock and gritted his teeth and said: "He stole our carriage!" ”

"The carriage has been found by us outside Neverwinter, but there is no trace of it inside, and the other party knows what we are looking for, so they destroyed everything!"

"Not even footprints?" Falcao was furious, and his eyes looked like he was about to kill.

"I'm sorry, Lord Falcao, but the other party is a very seasoned hunter!" The thief in charge of the explanation said with a pale expression.

"Damn it!"

Falcao suddenly raised his kick and kicked the ground out, his green tendons bulged, and his face was hideous: "If I know who he is, I will peel him, you go to Winterfall City to search, I will give you three days, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find out this person for me, otherwise ......"

His eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly at a few thieves, and the dagger swung out, "boom", and cut into the head of a captured girl, blood bursting out.