The drizzle stopped before dawn. However, the sunrise did not stop the town on time, and the thick clouds obscured the morning light, making it impossible to accurately determine when the dawn happened. When Pippo Sr. woke up from the room behind the tavern, he had only a vague memory of what had happened last night, and he could clearly remember the men in black and who had helped him resolve the crisis. But what happened to the man in black after he left, and how he lay down to rest, these are unknown. As he dragged his doubts into the tavern, he saw the gold coins on the bar at a glance. Pippo immediately grabbed it in his hand, blew hard, and listened to the sound that echoed in the coin.

The tavern keeper laughed, with this gold coin, he could have hired another maid who was better than before, no, he could even hire two! The rest of the money could also be used to renovate the storefront, ah, life was suddenly so good. The only thing that puzzled Pippo was that he had never seen the pattern on the coin before, and it was not a gold coin minted in the kingdom of the Blue Lion. But it's not a big deal, as long as it's gold, who cares what it looks like?

Pippo Sr. smiled until the door of the tavern was violently kicked open, and although he took off his heavy black poncho, the tavernkeeper recognized the people who were the same as last night. These people have grim faces, as mercenaries tend to do, they don't like to show kindness to others, which can make them look unreliable. The lead mercenary had two gold rings on his lower lip, one large and one small, which made him look savage, but no one dared to say it to his face. Especially without the poncho, you can clearly see the one-handed tomahawk at his waist.

"What about those two last night?" the mercenary leader asked, walking straight up to Pippo and slamming his fist on the wooden table.

"I, I don't know! Who are you talking about?" said poor Pippo as he stepped back, not replying in a trembling tone until his back hit the wall. Now that he was no longer thankful for the gold coin, the tavernkeeper began to wish he hadn't experienced it. He shook his head, unconsciously telling a lie in his mouth.

"Humph!" the mercenary leader shrugged, the gold ring on his lips twitched twice, and then the mercenary leaned in and grabbed Pippo by the collar, forcing him back to the counter. He said in an unusually gentle tone, "The old man and the woman, my dear friend, don't tell me you haven't seen them. ”

"I... I do—" Pippo tried to make sure he hadn't received the mercenary's mouthful, but when the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the hand that was putting it on the handle of the axe, he immediately changed his words, "I don't know where they went!

"Poof!" The fist slammed into the tavernkeeper's face, and the leather-armored hand effortlessly broke the bridge of his nose, and blood quickly flowed out of his nasal cavity. "You're not honest. The mercenary leader with blood on his hands sneered and said, "Maybe I cut off a few of your fingers to remind me of yesterday." ”

"Bo Yao!" "Bo Yao!" called out old Pippo in a thick nasal voice, hoping that the other party would believe his words. And his sore virtue did work, and the mercenary leader pushed him backwards so hard that he slammed him against the wall. But just when Pippo thought he believed his words and was going to let him go, the cold words made him despair.

"Cut off the fat pig's right hand!You guys, search this place for me, don't let go of any clues!, go and see the gate, let those who are watching the excitement get out!" After the mercenary leader gave the order, he pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the bar with a sneer, looking at Pippo with a sneer. Behind him, on the left and right, two mercenaries with sinister faces walked by, one of them holding a short sword in his hand, apparently intending to carry out the leader's orders.

At this juncture, untimely white smoke suddenly poured in from the door of the tavern and quickly spread to fill the entire room. The mercenaries instinctively drew their weapons and leaned together to watch out for possible enemies. This made them not notice that in the flow of white smoke, someone had already walked in. "Who? dare to provoke the Poison Blade Mercenary Regiment!" shouted the mercenary leader, his one-handed battle axe flying up and down like a butterfly, showing his skill, while in the other hand was an inverted serrated dagger, which was very much in keeping with the name Poison Blade.

No one answered, but the mercenary, who wore a gold ring on his lips, saw a black figure in the white smoke, dragging another person beside him. This made the mercenary leader confirm that the other party was not his companion, and he licked the decoration on his lips, and the boots made of lambskin walked on the wooden floor without making a sound. The mercenary approached the one of the two standing from behind, and when he felt that he was close enough to the other, he handed out the dagger in his left hand without any sense of honor, the poison on it would make the person who was stabbed enjoy a feeling of hell before death.

"Ding!" but the sound of gold and iron shattered the calculation of the vicious mercenary, and the figure used a short staff to remove the dagger that was stabbing him from behind with a short staff, and at the same time pushed the other person away in the opposite direction. "He's here!" the mercenary shouted, drawing reinforcements from his companions, as he swung his battle axe from the lower right, believing that he would not have time to defend against attacks from the other direction.

But he was wrong, and with a swing of his tomahawk in one hand, the figure took a leap forward, perfectly avoiding the mercenary's attack. It also gives the figure time to turn around and face his opponent. The mercenary didn't hesitate, as a man with a lot of combat experience, he wouldn't wait for the support of his companions. Daggers and tomahawks weave an impenetrable web of death that looms over the figures, and not many people survive under this web.

But the leader of the mercenaries clearly underestimated his opponent, and the figure held the short stick in both hands, and jumped into the net of the knife without fear, his skill was sensitive to that of an ape. The baton struck the side of the tomahawk deftly, causing it to deflect away from its intended trajectory, while the figure swung its weapon and used the other end to repel the serrated dagger's attack. After this encounter, the two were already very close, and the mercenary decided to exchange injuries for injuries in the next round of encounters, and axes and daggers would definitely deal more serious damage than short clubs.

The figure also realized this, so his actions were more crisp, and the man in the white smoke dropped his short stick and exchanged his empty hand for a faster shot. This is quite clever, but looking at the arm reaching towards him, the corner of the mercenary's mouth still has a sneer, facing an opponent in leather armor, the damage that can be done with bare hands is very weak. "Idiot!" the mercenary shouted excitedly as the figure's fist hit him in the chest, but there was not the slightest pain. If you shoot again, the person will definitely get hurt.

"Bang!" "Ding!" "Bang!" The mercenaries who heard the leader's call came only three sounds, the last two of which were clearly from weapons falling to the ground. And the first sound was like a heavy flesh collision. They saw two figures tangled in the white smoke, one of whom quickly backed away and rushed towards the tavern door when he sensed someone approaching, while the other stood stupidly in place.

The white smoke cleared, the identity of the person who remained in place was revealed, the mercenary leader wearing a gold ring on his lips foamed at the corners of his mouth, and his body remained in the posture when he was hit, he looked at the helpless subordinates next to him, as if he wanted to say something, but then his eyes rolled and he fainted. There were no visible injuries on his body, except for a blow to his jaw. In other words, no matter who the person in the white smoke was, he easily knocked out the bloodthirsty warrior with just one attack.