I'm sorry to be said three times by the girl on the other side with a crying voice, and the naval officer standing tall at the table was taken away by a ticket who rushed out of the police station.

Pistols and shackles.

Zhao Qian squinted at Galileo who was sitting at his table.

Laili sadly got into the carriage she had been riding in when she came, and didn't even take the flowers.

He looked at the old friend who had just been chatting with each other. He seems to have fallen victim to this exchange of political interests.

"You know."

Zhao Qian said that in a restaurant at Nuoda, there were only two of them. There are also a few illuminated candles.

"Poof."

A bottle of wine that had been aged for a long time was opened by the waiter next to him and poured into the glasses of the two.

Taking a sip, Galileo nodded. The young man at the table also flashed a trace of murderous intent in his eyes at this moment.

"That's part of the stake."

"Snort."

The sheriff struck a long match, lit a cigarette, handed it over, and shook his head at the table.

"Zhao, I said, when playing chess."

"The road to success must be full of bones, you know it yourself, but you don't dare to look into your heart."

Galileo flicked his cigarette ash and looked at the other party, unaware of the clenched fist that the other party had already clenched under the table.

"You can be a very successful politician."

The sheriff, who had just come out of the limelight, went on to say that he had been drinking a lot of alcohol in his office as soon as he got up. It should have been the bottle of brandy he had placed in the small cabinet he had just bought.

"But you chose to believe me."

Zhao Qian got up, and there was no joy or sadness on his face. Holding that letter of appointment, something in my body seemed to be stimulated by something. Countless expressions flashed across his face, more like some kind of choice.

"This is my chance, the most accessible opportunity of my life."

The Western man was still spewing drunken words, completely lacking the confidence and personable demeanor of being interviewed by newspaper reporters during the day.

"So, when my backstage gentleman, little Chels, said that, I chose to be silent."

He poured his glass full of wine, and Galileo drank it all.

Zhao Qian had already walked out of the door.

The man sitting at the table was still muttering about the drunken words he didn't dare to say when he was sober.

"But don't worry, for the sake of their family's face, the Chels family will never let their benefactor who avenged their family die. Otherwise, who else would go to join ......"

got into the carriage that had already stopped in front of the police station.

The coachman in front of the carriage took a sip of the warm liquor from the jug and shouted. The car started.

In the car, Zhao Qian looked at the prompt on his wrist in the dark, and did not say a word.

It's hard because I feel like I'm going to have to make a choice.

"You have obtained the main quest three: The Unknown Way Forward."

"Brief Description: For a foreign nobleman with no military force, it is obviously unwise to fight against the great nobles of unknown power in this world, even if he is a traveler. But obviously, you're still caught up in the battle between the two families because of the jealousy of some crazy guy. Someone wants your life and deters the forces he doesn't yet fully control to take over. ”

"Mission Statement: You must take over the letter of appointment and become the first mate of the French Navy's Seventh Formation, the Brave, even if you don't seem to know it at all."

"Mission Objective: To ensure the safety of the ship and himself while serving as the first officer of the Fenyong."

"Duration of the mandate: three weeks. (From your first day as first officer.) ）”

"Mission Tip: You'll be safe, before you reach your destination."

"Quest Tip: People of the Ocean, Danger Naturally Comes from the Ocean."

"Mission Hint: You've been automatically tagged as the Chelse family, and you'll be helped by someone."

As if indifferent, he glanced at the one behind him.

"For some reason, your special power has been upgraded to lv4."

"You've got some information about your strength."

"Flutter"

With a soft sound, Zhao Qian jumped out of the window of the carriage.

The carriage had not yet left the city, and the sound of him falling was drowned out by the noise of the city and the sound of horses' hooves.

Not far away, several drunks who had just come out of the tavern also turned a blind eye to the person who suddenly appeared in front of them.

Zhao walked expressionlessly in front of him, he shuttled through the alleys of the city, his steps hurried.

Like a ghost, I passed by a lot of men hiding in some alleys and fighting with the warblers.

Finally, stop in front of a brightly lit tavern.

Alice.

A famous aristocratic tavern in the city of Paris.

He stood in some dark alley, letting the darkness consume his face and heart. He's counting the distance, 100 meters, 100 meters of light and darkness.

Not far away, the streets are filled with well-dressed men and women, and occasionally there are things mixed in with things that are clearly professional men or women.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, because his target was not them.

He now only follows some of the most fundamental and essential ideas of the mind, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The blame can only be blamed on the fact that the special skills were upgraded at the wrong time, or that Galileo talked too much.

I waited another half hour.

people, appeared. For example, the information he has received these days is not much worse.

He has never been a passive person, at least he will figure out the situation of his enemy.

Zhao Qian stared intently at this young man who was surrounded by nobles and was slightly drunk.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a nervous arc to look at the man, some of the pride of the heavens of August.

He pulled it out, a bright silver crossbow.

In the dark alley, there was a light that only Zhao Qian could see.

End the crossbow, aim.

Then, pull the trigger.

Silver arrows shot from the darkness to the brightly lit tavern doorway, to the young man's throat.

Blood spurted out.

The man who was hit by the arrow was not repulsed because of the distance, but leaned backwards and fell.

"Ahh

"Lord Woods......"

The young nobleman subconsciously covered his wounds, accompanied by the screams of his female companion beside him.

Zhao Qian turned around and ran away without looking back, as if he didn't even have the desire to look at his results.

The guy was dead, and he didn't use his follow-up plan at all, and rushed over to mend the knife, even if it was a little unrealistic. But a thought in his heart drove him to do it.

There are already many people surrounding the out-of-control scene, and there are also many people who are afraid to leave because they are not clear.

Many aristocrats were pointing at the corpses of young Augusts, and they were no different from the untouchables they were talking about.

"Your shot deals 140 damage to the character Woods Ogtst, and the actual damage is 280 due to the extra critical damage for the vital part."

"Woods Augst is currently -180 HP."

"Since the unit is dead, the Holy Silver Hunt cannot be launched with the special effect."

PS: Why the protagonist is like this, you will know in the next chapter.

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