Seeing that her whole body was about to fall to the floor, Serena subconsciously stretched out her hand to support her body, but she already realized in her heart that she would be finished if she held on. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The floors here are all made of wood, and they are the kind of rotten wood that is about to fall off, not to mention the hard support of your hands, I am afraid that even if you walk harder, you will make that kind of piercing "squeak" sound.......

Who's that bastard?

As the female assassin was about to reveal herself, Serena couldn't help but wonder in her heart, it stands to reason that if the bartender was to come out of the bar, she couldn't have heard the sound of walking, let alone such a low-level mistake that almost crashed.

There are only three possibilities that can cause this situation, either the other party is an unborn master and can restrain his footsteps and heartbeat, or the other party has a powerful magic object to cover himself, and the last case, and the worst possibility, is that some powerful spellcaster has discovered his traces and then used a spell to secretly blind his perception.........

At this moment, countless possibilities flashed through the female assassin's mind, that is, she was imagining what she should do after she was exposed in the next second, but at this moment of lightning and flint, suddenly a loud bang sounded from the direction of the tavern door.

"Boom!"

The movement was so great that the entire old tavern shook violently, and the dust on the ceiling fell in a torrent, and everyone looked in which direction at this moment, including Serena, who was still in a state of anxiety.

Of course, with such an emergency, the squeak made by him propping his hand on the floor became so inaudible, because no one from ordinary wanderers or strong people had their eyes in the direction of the bar at this moment.

"Damn mortals! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! ”

At the door of the tavern, Arien angrily withdrew his outstretched hand, and in the direction of his outstretched hand, a young man lay in the corner of the wall in pain, moaning incessantly.

"What's wrong, what's going on?"

Kadarhan, who was walking in front, immediately turned around and asked, he actually didn't know what was wrong, he was walking well with the two-month elf, and he saw that Aaron suddenly went crazy, and he flew a man next to him with great force, and the force was so great that he almost broke up the whole tavern.

"This despicable thief wants to steal something from the High Elves! I just gave him the punishment he deserved. ”

Consciously or unconsciously, Aaron glanced in the direction of the bar, then turned around and explained to the head of the red-robed mage with an expressionless face.

"Really? There is such a thing. Kadarhan winked at the two younger brothers in his ranks, and they burst out with a smirk, and each of them lifted up the poor creature who had fallen to the ground with one arm, and then went out without looking back.

"We'll give him a lesson he'll never forget, as the price he paid for offending you, Mr. Walker, what do you think of that?"

"Hmph, let's go."

Aaron nodded grimly at the smiling Kadarhan, this time he slammed the door and walked out of the Tide Calling Fishman Tavern, Jennifer followed behind, and the people in red robes left the place completely.

"Hey, really, who are they? How can it be so domineering! ”

Some of the down-and-out mercenaries said indignantly when they saw them leave, but even so, they only dared to speak in a whisper, and did not dare to be too public.

"Forget it, haven't you seen it yet, they're not ordinary people at all, you better stop, if you want to live longer."

An old mercenary took a sip of his own wine, and he seemed to be quite prestigious, and those who were whispering below immediately shut up when they heard his words.

"Grandpa, who are they, I see the elements on their bodies fluctuating."

And next to the old mercenary sat a little boy carved in pink, although his clothes were in tatters, but it was still difficult to hide his unique and dusty temperament.

And what's even more surprising is that this little boy hasn't spoken, and his communication with the old mercenary is actually a dialogue at the level of consciousness, if anyone in this world has this ability, maybe only the psychic ability possessed by the soul-absorbing monsters living in the dark region......

"Yes, they are all red-robed mages."

The old mercenary touched the little boy's head with his dry hand dotingly, but he didn't open his mouth either.

"Then those are all bad people, should we stop them, otherwise if they get that thing, it may bring great disaster to the main plane!"

The little boy looked at the old mercenary with a tigerish head, clenching his little fists and looking ready to do a big job, but his grandfather shook his head with a look of vicissitudes on his face.

"We must not meddle in the affairs of the world, and as observers, we should always be neutral, which is why the gods allow us to exist on the main plane."

"And it doesn't matter if that thing falls into the hands of the red-robed mage or not, because turmoil has happened, darkness has fallen, and the world is already going to be in chaos......"

"So grandpa, we already know the situation here, so why stay here? Isn't the Tower of the Observer still able to keep an eye on the rest of Faerun? ”

The little boy nodded as if he didn't understand. Then he asked a question puzzled.

"Hehe, yes, I was going to take you back, but just now I saw a very interesting person walking by here, so I'm going to observe him here again."

The old mercenary's cloudy eyes suddenly exuded a deep and wise gaze, but that look only lasted for a moment, and soon returned to the old man's dizzy state.

"It's the two moon elves who just walked by!?"

The old mercenary shook his head slightly.

"Is that the female assassin who snuck into the kitchen of the bar?"

The old mercenary shook his head anyway.

"Who's that?"

The little boy tilted his head, he was very curious about what mortals could enter his grandfather's eyes, and he knew that his grandfather had not been interested in mortals for almost a thousand years.

"A special half-elf."

"Oh, is that silver-haired, half-elf? But I don't think there's anything special about him. Although he is very strong and can enter the legendary profession at the age of 20, there are many people in history who are more talented than him......"

"You read it wrong, it's true that his current strength is not the strongest, but his potential is enough to make people famous in history, and his bloodline is enough to make the gods fearful, but these are not the reasons why I am curious about him."

"What's the reason for that?"

"Because I can't see his future clearly."

The old mercenary looked at the door of the Tide-Calling Fishman Tavern, as if looking through the wooden walls into the distance.

"There are only three possibilities that can cause this situation, either he is the son of the gods, or he is the son of the plane of this time period, or he has met the Dragon of Time and obtained the scales of the Dragon of Time."

"But in either case, it proves that he is the chosen one! The most special mortal at this point in time! ”

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Serena slowly felt her way into the kitchen.

Thanks to Aaron's help just now, he attracted the attention of most of the people and resolved his embarrassment, and the female assassin suddenly paid more attention and touched the back kitchen of the tavern step by step.

As soon as the wooden door was opened, a strong smell of blood immediately rushed out of the door, Serena did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly suppressed her faint disgusting smell, and quickly closed the door with her backhand.

But when she turned to look at the situation in the room, the hellish scene on earth still hung in the air and she couldn't help but vomit.

The cutting board was a blur of flesh and blood, with a few fingers of human hands on it, a few bloody human skins hanging on the wooden shelf, and a wooden basin underneath was already filled with dripping blood!

A middle-aged man stabbed a person with a knife in the far corner of the kitchen, and he was slashing fresh meat from the other person!

And the man was alive, and his frightened and desperate eyes were crying everything, but his tongue had been cut out beforehand, and he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound!

It's a hell's kitchen where people make ingredients!

Serena felt like she was about to lose herself at this moment, even though she was used to seeing scenes of gore and death, and the female assassin was glad that they had only drunk a little wine in the tavern lobby and hadn't eaten the tavern food, otherwise she would have vomited it anyway now......

Taking a deep breath, Serena slowly retreated into the corner of the kitchen.

Although the scene here shocked her soul greatly, Serena was also a battle-hardened professional, and at this time she had not forgotten what she had come for, and walked around the back kitchen of the tavern, and the female assassin immediately noticed a strange place on the kitchen stove.

Serena, with her years of experience as a wanderer, quickly noticed something strange about the place where the stove lived, and she reached into it and immediately found a place where she could turn the knob.

The female assassin sneered, and she threw the iron spoon on the table to the ground, making a clanging sound.

"Who! Which little bunny is where?! ”

The chef who was handling the flesh and blood of the living asked loudly, but the kitchen was empty, and there seemed to be no one else but him and the living people with their eyes rolling under them.

"Little cub, no matter who you are, you have only one way to die when you enter here!"

The chef didn't have any panicked look, he often did this kind of evil thing, he had long been afraid of heaven and earth, I saw him lift the bloody kitchen knife in his hand and walk towards the place where the sound came from, but he turned a corner, and a swift black shadow flashed on the edge of his peripheral vision, and he was shocked and wanted to turn around, but his throat was cold.

Blood gushed from the wound in his throat like a gushing spring, and he tried to scream, but found that he couldn't make any sound......

The fate of the poor worm that was being slaughtered under the butcher's hand was suddenly transferred to the butcher himself, something that the demon cook could never have dreamed of......

Serena didn't even look at the other, and after making a cut in the other's throat, she went straight to the hapless guy in the corner.

His chest was a blur of blood, the surfaces of his thighs were hollowed out, and the poor man was still spitting out some congealed and bleeding glue substance, otherwise he would have died of blood loss.

The female assassin showed no mercy, and pulled a silver-white throwing knife from her waist and plunged it into his skull, giving him a sense of relief.

She has wandered in gray areas unknown to ordinary people for many years, and has also seen countless evil events.

But this kind of dissection and scraping of flesh from living people has only been seen in cultist churches that believe in the devil and demons as low-level creatures!

"Could it be that underneath this tavern is a gathering place for devils or demons?"

The female assassin was not sure, but judging by what she had seen and heard so far, there must be a group of thorny enemies waiting for her in the place where the secret passage under the stove leads.

Why don't you dive back now and wait until Acoste and the others come back to explore this place together?

That's a question that Serena is struggling with right now.

According to common sense, if she can find the abnormal place in this tavern, she can already be regarded as completing the task assigned to her by the half-elf sword master, and she can go back to the errand.

After all, Acoster also cherishes a group of teammates around him, and if there is anything dangerous, even if they are willing to be a half-elf swordmaster, they will not agree to risk their lives......

It's just that Serena has always been dissatisfied with the feeling that the other party always takes care of her as a child......

The female assassin has always hoped that someone who truly cares about her will appear, but she is definitely not happy that the other party will treat her as a treasure, the kind that is afraid of breaking in her hand and holding it in her mouth for fear of melting, she is still a professional, she can make her own contribution to the team.

Touching her left eye, Serena finally made up her mind, since Acoste had given that thing to herself, it was time for her to show him what she could do.

Having made up her mind, the female assassin turned around and was about to touch the stove, but at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew behind her, and with her years of experience, Serena rolled forward without thinking about it, and pounced in front of her in a dog-eating motion.

"Boom!"

There was a loud muffled sound, and the female assassin looked back and found that the butcher who had had her throat cut just now had unknowingly stood up again! (To be continued.) )