"Joseph is back," in City No. 7, accompanied by a slender man with a gloomy face, he kept walking around, and the people around him greeted him one after another, looking happy, but the people who greeted him were all ordinary people, and none of them existed as a dark professional.

A twelve-year-old boy shouted at Joseph as he walked past him, with admiration in his eyes; "When I grow up, I will definitely become a dark professional, and like my big brother, hunt down those outsiders who don't belong to us!"

Hearing the shout, Joseph's originally stern face, a face of frost disintegrated, showed a bright smile at the boy, Joseph gave the other party an encouraging look, strode away directly, looking at Joseph's encouragement, the boy kept waving, a look of satisfaction, strode into a tavern, Joseph sat on the wooden bench, slapped his hands on the square table, and shouted loudly; "Hank, hurry up and bring me a glass of Duran!"

"Come, Joseph, you asshole guy, you shout every time you come," a strong man dressed in a robe, holding a crystal clear wine bottle and a glass in his hand, walked to Joseph's position, pulled out the stopper on the wine bottle, and the turquoise wine slowly flowed out of the wine bottle, and a fragrance belonging to Duran came out, seducing Joseph's gluttony, grabbing the wine glass, raising his neck, only to see the neck constantly bulging and shaking, and a glass of Duran wine was directly wiped out by Joseph.

For Joseph's performance, the strong man was obviously prepared early. The bottle in his hand was not put down, and after taking the empty glass, he slowly refreshed it again. But the strong man's mouth was sarcastic; "Joseph, you haven't grown at all, you're still so vulgar, Duran wine should be tasted slowly, not drunk in one gulp, you are a waste,"

"Waste, I pay. You sell wine, where is there any waste," Joseph did not drink dry in one gulp this time. Instead, he drank most of the cup, a hint of flushing appeared on his face, and he directly grabbed a money bag from his arms and shook it for a while. The money bag rattled. It was the sound of the gold coins striking and throwing it directly into the hands of the strong man, and Joseph spoke again; "That's 1,000 gold coins, right?"

"It's enough fart, don't pretend to be a big deal in front of Lao Tzu," the strong man took the money bag, didn't have to count it at all, and shook it a few times. Directly stored in their own space, directly classified. Show the specific number of gold coins, which is more useful than any calculator, which also shows that the strong man is also a dark professional, only the dark professional, will have its own space, you can classify the gold coins, judge how many at the same time, you can also distinguish the authenticity of the gold coins.

"Every time you kid is in my ivory tavern, you have wasted more wine than that," said the strong man, with an angry smirk.

"Fart, just Hank, you calculating guy, if the 1,000 gold coins aren't enough, you can get me out of here," Joseph obviously knew the strong man very well, and when he heard the strong man's words, he drank all the Duran wine in the cup, burped, and let out a sip of wine, squinted his eyes, and said sarcastically.

"I, Hank, am not that kind of person, no one in City Seven doesn't know the name of the heroic Hank," the strong man's face remained unchanged, and he continued to fill Joseph's cup, and said with a bold mouth.

Joseph pursed his lips at the strong man's approach and expressed disdain, but instead of continuing to delve into the topic, he looked at Hank and began to inquire about the news. "Are there any outsiders in City Seven lately?"

"Yes!" Hank's tall body found the wooden stool next to him and sat down, grinning wide, revealing his front teeth in the yellow period, and spoke.

"There are still outsiders in City Seven!" Joseph's eyes showed a burst of murderous intent, this sentence was originally Joseph just asked casually, but he didn't expect that there were really outsiders in City Seven, "How many levels?" ”

Looking at the murderous Joseph, Hank helped the wooden stool under him to keep himself closer to Joseph, and spoke; "Joseph, the Dark Hunter, because his brother was killed by outsiders, all hate all outsiders, and he takes pleasure in hunting outsiders, he is a hero of the ordinary people of City No. 7, a demon in the eyes of outsiders, and is evaluated as a madman, but I like it, I like a madman like you."

Hank burst out laughing and slapped Joseph on the shoulder.

Feeling the strength on his shoulder, Joseph stabbed, shook off Hank, and glanced at Hank with fear, this Hank's strength is even higher than himself, on the surface, the other party is only 2 levels higher than himself, and the attribute points are at most 2 points stronger, that is, the strength of level 25, but Joseph knows that even if it is five of himself, it is not Hank's opponent at all, just because Hank has a shocking record of killing a level 30 dark professional, not only killing a level 30 dark professional, What's more critical is that Hank has crossed level 5 and ignored level suppression.

Originally, such a promising dark professional should go to City No. 6, and gradually enter the No. 1 city and then enter the dark city, but Hank gave up, in order to find a token, gave up his good future, and opened a tavern in the seventh city with a level cap of 25, which is what Joseph despises, of course, Joseph will not take the initiative to say such an idea in front of Hank.

While Joseph was pondering, Hank continued to preach; "Just yesterday, there was another dark professional outside City Seven, this dark professional, who had just completed the fall and fallen, looked extremely embarrassed, and I don't know if he was hunted down, or attacked by monsters in the dark forest," stroking his chin, Hank stared at Joseph.

"Rank, Hank, his rank?" Joseph reminded Hank again.

"Level 17, less than level 20, there is no transfer at all, with Joseph's level 23 strength, it is easy to kill him, he lives in the white fang at the east end of the city,"

"But I don't advise Joseph that you do it to White Fang, White Fang is not easy to mess with, if you dare to kill people from them, White Fang will definitely kill you,"

"Don't worry, I haven't lost my mind yet, White Fang, as the strongest team in the east of City No. 7, I won't provoke them, but that outsider, it is impossible to live in White Fang all the time, the consumption of White Fang is not low, and when the outsider leaves, it will be the moment for me to do it," Joseph said in a clear and rational manner.

"It's a Dark Slayer," Hank complimented, then got up and went to beckon the others, watching Hank leave, Joseph continued to drink Duran, lost in thought.

At this time, Ares, who had just woken up, naturally didn't know what to do, he was already being targeted at the moment, and he could get a lot of information about the dark professional in Faust, no matter how much he could get, he couldn't be meticulous, and he naturally didn't know the way, just in the seventh city of the dark domain, there was a dark hunter, who specialized in hunting outsiders, what is an outsider, naturally it refers to Ares who fell from a professional and fell into a dark professional, a dark professional who was transformed halfway, in the dark domain, The status is incomparably subtle, and there is little difference between a dark professional and a professional.

After so many years of development and evolution, there has been a set of special training methods, ordinary people can be transferred to dark professionals, so it is natural to look down on dark professionals like Ares who have been transformed halfway, originally when the dark professionals were suppressed by the professionals, and when they were about to perish, the contradictions naturally did not exist, and they were consistent with the outside world, and all the contradictions were hidden, but with the development and growth of the dark professionals, the term "outsiders" also began to prevail, and now some radical dark professionals, like Joseph, At the beginning, the name of the dark hunter also appeared, and the title of the dark hunter specifically refers to those dark professionals who hunt outsiders.

Although there are contradictions between the two sides, there are very few radical dark hunters, and if you want to become a dark hunter, you not only need to have a radical heart, but also have extraordinary strength, otherwise it is easy to fail to hunt and be killed.

Refreshed, it is to describe the current Ares, the fatigue of many days has disappeared cleanly, although Ares has not exaggerated to sleep for a few days and nights, but it has also reached a length of 20 hours, with the superhuman physique of the dark professional, usually rest, only four or five hours, you can return to the peak state, if the time is insufficient, squeeze for more than three hours, it is also okay, and this time to see Ares sleeping for 20 hours, it is enough to see Ares's fatigue, Moved his stiff limbs, Ares directly cleaned in the bathroom in the room, the room where Ares lived, can be regarded as more luxurious, the bathroom and other facilities are not lacking, into the seventh city, Ares in order to find a safe place to rest in an unfamiliar environment, directly came to the largest tavern in the east of the city, generally speaking, like the seventh city, the larger the tavern, the stronger the power behind it, the more murderous it is, it can only appear in a small hotel, Won't be here. (To be continued......)