"Good, finally seeing you," Tarrant relieved, "bring her back, it's time for me to go." ”

"No, we still have something to talk about in the evening", Kira Veton's hand wrapped around Tarrant like a snake, giving the illusion of predation.

The dwarf laughed, "Congratulations, knights. ”

"It's not funny, I have something to do, please take care of her", Tarrant shook her arm hard, she clenched tightly, "She wants to deal with an innocent person, you have to watch her." ”

"There are no innocent people," the red-robed mage looked up at Tarrant, "and he did it." ”

"Is there any evidence?" Tarrant was happy to hear the news that proved Blenger's innocence.

"Everybody knows," laughed Kiraviton, "Hasyuf, you look like you've just done one." ”

The dwarf's head was covered in sweat, his armor was infused with a fresh stream of magic damage, and his beard showed signs of burning, "just a warm-up exercise", he threw his battle axe on the table and struggled to climb up the wooden chair, "Man, have a glass of dragon wine, hurry up!"

"What can you do without me?" Killavidon raised his glass and drained the second glass, "Blengue is an idiot, you should all listen to me, rush in and smash his head and nothing will happen." ”

"You're an idiot too," the red-robed mage said calmly.

"Hahaha, whatever, Gillian, I have a new partner now", Kira Verton took Tarrant's hand and pulled him back into his seat, "A trial paladin, you don't have to accommodate my thoughts anymore, I won't be disturbed by you anymore, everyone is free, ha, celebrate!"

"What...... I?!" Tarrant dodged back and forth under the anxious gazes of the two women.

The red-robed mage looked at Tarrant, "Judge Paladin, in that case, the kitten will be handed over to you, take care of her." ”

"Hahaha", Hayshuv suddenly laughed, "you should take care of yourself." ”

"I didn't agree at all!" Tarrant slammed to his feet, "She's going with you!"

Haysyuv's fire dragon came, he raised his glass and drank it dry, the liquor dripping down his beard, "It's a mess, but to be honest, I'm glad to get Kiraviton out of the way." ”

"Thank you!" the two women said together.

"I have my own investigation, I have to go", Tarrant was left with the desire to escape, and he had a premonition that if he didn't leave, he would have to carry a burden.

"Then let's go", Kiraweton seemed to have a tacit understanding.

"You stay here!" Tarrant looked at Gillian and Haysoff calling for help, and the two didn't stop the priest in the slightest, "What the hell are you doing? Isn't she your teammate?"

Haysuv glared at Tarrant, "She's free, and now she's yours." ”

Crazy, all crazy, Tarrant doesn't need such a priest, she was a problem herself before making trouble, "I already have a priest!"

"Then assume she's a woman," Gillian sneered and walked out, as Hayshuv picked up his tomahawk and jumped out of his chair.

Tarrant sighed and looked at the backs of the two men, "Did I say I'd partner with you?"

"Hahaha, we'll go partner after drinking this glass", the pastor was happy with the ending.

"By the way," said Gillian at the door, turning back, "her weapon is more than a mace. ”

For no reason, Tarrant only nodded, "She's not the ...... of my team" The two of them have walked out, and it may be a very lucky thing for them to get rid of the priest.

"Let's go too," the pastor said, finishing his last drink.

After three cups of fire dragon, her face was normal, but her cheeks were slightly red, her consciousness and thinking were very clear, she would not get drunk at all with this kind of alcohol in the afternoon, Tarrant's guess was right, there were no novices in the Blengue team.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Do you want to skip this step and go straight to the hotel?" said Kira Veton, earnestly, puffing her hair from her ear.

"I must sue you for two things, first, I won't go to the mage, I won't help you without evidence, no, I'll stop you!

"Oh...... In your big bed, you can imagine, armor, whips, badges against the Light of Refuge," cried the priest as he walked.

Tarrant swept around in a panic, no one in the tumultuous tavern noticed her words, fortunately, "Kira Vetton, we don't have anything to do with each other, and I'm not interested, understand?" Tarrant walked out of the tavern with much fresher air, no stinking sweat or spirits, Tarrant loosened his fist, and knocked out one of his teeth.

The lights of the building were still dimly still.

Kirawyton stopped and watched, but did not speak.

The adventurer's instinct, there is something wrong with the building, "The identity of the mages of the ancient wizard society is very secret, are you sure it is that organization?" Tarrant looked at the steady firelight, it didn't even tremble slightly, the owner should be sitting motionless, doesn't need to cast spells for spell research? Unreasonable, there may be no one in the room.

Kirawiton walked calmly to the building, "I'm sure you don't have to be soft on that. ”

When Tarrant looked back, he found a dark figure crouching in the outer corner of the pirate tavern, and Tarrant immediately searched around, no one else, not sure if he was staring at him, but he had a feeling of being watched.

The two of them stopped quietly in front of the hut, an oak door, so tightly closed to the rim that it would take a blunt instrument like a sledgehammer to break, Kira Veton leaned down to look at the corner, and Tarrant looked up at the light above him, and he became more and more convinced that he had just deduced that the lamp was for the people outside the house to see, and that it was just a bait.

"The door hasn't been open for a long time," said Kira Veton, getting up and walking through the alley.

Maybe there was something wrong with the mages here, otherwise there was no need to set up these guards, Tarrant followed the alley, there was a narrow gap between the two buildings, and he carefully held the halberd to avoid friction with the building.

The window in the back wall was hidden so that he could climb in, like he had climbed into a big pocket, and Tarrant leaned in to the priest, "We should get out of here, he already knows there will be guests." ”

The priest took a step back, "Paladin's fear?"

"Obviously there's a trap here!" Tarrant was tempted to drag her along, but gave up considering that skin-to-skin contact would cause unnecessary trouble, "I've got a better plan for coming back tomorrow." ”

Kirawiton whispered with his palms facing each other, and the black air flow slowly exited from his palms and merged on the ground into a long, narrow and deep eye shape, and a "rustle" sound sounded from it.

The movement was too loud for the mage upstairs to notice, and Tarrant didn't want to fight, "Kira Veton!"

A withered hand reached out of the ground, a dull yellow skeleton propped up at the edge of darkness, and the skull searched for a summoner, and Kiraviton silently said, "Get up, slave!" The skeleton stepped out of its legs, the rusty axe swung wildly, and the priest pointed to the window, "Kill in." ”