Walking into the study, Ragnar glanced at the cold young man standing at the window looking outside, with a slender figure and a spotless black hunting suit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although this was the third time he had seen Dilumudo Mai Yat in person, he suddenly had the feeling that this young man was the owner of the manor.

It is even faintly weakened in momentum.

Art saw the big man who walked into the room, and a procedural smile appeared on his face, "Ragnar, the leader of the Iron Fist Mercenary Regiment, we have seen it before, is there something wrong with you coming to me for such a heavy rain?"

Ragnar let his two men go out of the room first, and then sat on the chair with Art, and when he saw that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "Captain Art, although this sounds ridiculous, I think it is necessary to inform you about this matter." ”

Seeing Ragnar's solemn face, Art regained his expressionless expression and said lightly, "Say, there is no one else here, is there anything else that can make the famous Iron Fist Ragnar so serious?"

Ragnar laughed dryly, "Your Excellency is overrated, you should have heard of the name 'Gray-clothed Sword Saint', right?"

"How could I not know the name of the gray-clothed sword saint, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Northern Bolan royal family was rescued by him..."

Although Art knew very well in his heart that Loren would come, there was no expression on his face, and he looked at Ragnar and was silent for a moment, "Do you want to say that the Gray-clothed Sword Saint has also come to Jungle City?"

Ragnar nodded, "He's in the headquarters of our Iron Fist Mercenary Regiment right now. ”

After a moment of silence, Art pondered for a moment, "I see, thank you for giving me such an important message, and I will remember the kindness expressed by the Iron Fist Mercenary Regiment." ”

A hearty smile appeared on Ragnar's face, "Then I also look forward to more cooperation with the Knights of Fiona." ”

That's why he came here in a hurry.

The arrival of the Gray-clothed Sword Saint was such a major event, and the Knights of Fiona, as the founder of the order in Jungle City, had the right to know about this matter at the first time.

This is a show of goodwill on behalf of the Iron Fist Mercenary Group to the current controller of the city, after so many years in the mercenary world, Ragnar has never deliberately made enemies, and good connections are the basic criteria for them to be able to grow in this industry.

Those lone rangers with extraordinary strength seem to be uninhibited, but for the mercenary group seeking profits, although it is the benchmark of their dreams, the reality tells them that filling their stomachs is their first priority.

After a brief conversation, the two got up from their chairs, shook hands with each other, and Ragnar left the office that belonged to the former city lord.

He had already said what he had to say, and what the young man would do with it was not something he could control.

It's just that walking on the road, Ragnar maliciously guessed in his heart that if the gray-clothed Sword Saint really came for the 100,000 bounty, and such a character snatched it, it is estimated that even the Knights of Fiona and the Wild Bite with a black robe would have no choice.

...

When the heavy rain stopped tonight, rumors began to appear in Jungle City about the arrival of the gray-clothed sword master.

There is no doubt that the information about Loren was deliberately leaked out by Art.

Ragnar, who had already returned to his station, was quite puzzled by the actions of the Knights of Fiona, but single-handedly covered up the matter, and went to the city lord's mansion on purpose, but he didn't expect the news to spread from them.

Although he didn't know what the knight of Art, who was less than thirty years old, was thinking, he still achieved what he wanted to achieve.

The only thing he had to think about now was to keep the people in the group as far away from that fierce god as possible.

It's just that the news has already spread out, and there is no need for him to tell him, all the mercenaries under his command are now walking around the house upstairs.

For fear that the sound of his footsteps would stir up the legendary figure in the room.

For them, the Gray-clothed Sword Master is the fierce god that everyone fears, but he is also the object of admiration of all mercenaries!

Facing the former Scorching Sun royal family head-on, so that the high-ranking nobles and the king have to compromise, it is simply the object of worship of all young people with knightly dreams in their hearts!

Unreachable, transcendent existence in their hearts!

Fight the sword to live!

Even though it was already night, there were still some curious people who came to the neighborhood to investigate.

But they only dared to look at this inn from a distance, and no one dared to approach it easily!

As for the person concerned, he could naturally detect the movement outside, but it had no effect on him, or in this world, except for a very few existences, nothing could affect him.

Sitting quietly on the bed, feeling the surging fighting energy in his body, a powerful power completely different from the fighting energy used by the knights of this world.

May leaned on the table with one hand on her chin, her crimson eyes quietly staring at Loren, the only person she felt close to.

It is only when they are alone that the human part of Mei's body is revealed, not only the high elves possess, the pride and indifference engraved in the soul.

Just looking at the disheveled young man so quietly, Mei's eyes revealed an extremely complex emotion.

...

Far away at the other end of the dark forest, on a cliff near the sea.

The heavy surging clouds seem to have been poked out of a hole!

With the loud roar of the dragon, in the midst of the storm, an incomparably large giant beast was thrown from the sky!

The rain is slammed into mist, and as gravity accelerates, the wind pressure is enough to crush everything!

Rumble!

The rough sea surface was like being hit by a meteorite! After a short time, a monstrous wave with a height of more than ten meters rose into the sky!

But at the same time as this behemoth was dropped, another even larger creature waved its fleshy wings, ignoring the storm and lightning in the sky, and smashed it down directly in an accelerated manner!

The shrill sonic boom caused the rain to explode directly within a few hundred meters of the surrounding area!

Roar!!!

The flying ice mist is like an icicle falling from the sky!

Sarinat: Winterwings has finally arrived.

Under the dragon's might, those magical creatures hidden in the ocean trembled, and all of them hid until the water droplets did not dare to appear.

Like an osprey playing with its prey, Sarinath smashed directly into the sea, grabbed the descendant of the white dragon again, and let out a shocking dragon roar and flew towards the dark forest in the distance.

And the sound of the dragon's groan is like a declaration of the strength and status of its master, and all the magical creatures that are active on the coast, whether they are strong or sane, instinctively tell them to surrender!

This good show, which was planned by Mien, has officially started from now on after a long time of brewing and layout.