"Okay, sit tight. ”

With that, the groom pulled the reins, and the carriage turned around and drove quickly toward the street to the north.

The carriage drove smoothly on the stone-paved streets, without any bumps.

Feeling the breeze blowing in front of him, the shadow of the tall spire building swept over his face from time to time, and there was a feeling of flickering light and darkness.

I don't know which pastry shop it came from, but there was a faint scent of light cream in the air, and it smelled very pleasant.

Ron, sitting in an open-top carriage, calmly surveyed the shops and pedestrians on both sides of the street.

Soros City is one of the most prosperous cities in Best.

The pedestrians alone were much cleaner and neater than everywhere he went.

You know, the territory of Ola, where he stayed for the longest time, turned into a puddle of mud when it rained a little, and occasionally mixed with the excrement of horses and other livestock, it was terrible.

Even the noble midshipmen in the realm often feel dusty, let alone those who are obedient.

Speaking of which, the overall architectural style of the Best Empire is somewhat biased towards the spire design of the Gothic buildings of the previous era, but it is much more rounded.

So far, whether it is the Pfister Line, or the Black Rock City that has only stayed for a while, or the current Soros City, there is a faint gray tone of solemnity.

Perhaps influenced by this architectural style, most of the Best people are also a little strict and meticulous in their behavior.

Fetalin Street is located in the eastern part of the North City District, similar to Hawk Street, and is also a more lively commercial street.

The speed of the carriage was very fast, and the scenery on both sides flew before his eyes, after about twenty minutes of travel.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a tavern marked with an Orfan sign.

Business in the tavern looks good, and people in and out of the door come and go from time to time in and out of different clothes.

After paying the money and watching the carriage disappear around the corner, Ron pulled the golden card from his waist, re-identified the address, and strode in.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, my vision suddenly darkened, and my ears were filled with loud music and loud talking.

The air is filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

Away from the door, Ron saw two men in off-white cloth clothes bending over and throwing up, a smell of stomach acid mixed with alcohol that made him frown.

His gaze swept over the inside of the tavern, and then Ron walked straight to the bar of the tavern.

Behind the bar, a muscular man in a black gown is handing a glass of golden ale to a woman who is unusually scantily scantily dressed.

Seeing Ron walking straight over, the man put away the gold coins on the bar, showed a smile, and said kindly.

"What would you like to drink, sir?"

"I don't drink. Ron shook his head. "I'm here for a guy named Slug. ”

"Master Slugg," the man smiled. "Do you have a token?"

"Is this it?" said Ron, placing the golden card in his hand on the bar.

"Yes. ”

Seeing the card, the man took out a magnifying glass and scanned it, and the originally golden card faintly showed traces of a black spider, but it quickly disappeared.

"There is no problem with your token. The man's tone became respectful, and he put away his card. "Then please wait here for a moment, and I'll get someone to take you there. ”

"Okay, trouble. Ron nodded.

"You're welcome, that's what I'm supposed to do. "Men are decent.

With that, he turned around and pushed open a hidden wooden door at the bar and entered.

Watching the wooden door close, Ron glanced at the noisy environment of the tavern, then pulled a chair over and sat directly at the bar and waited.

Perhaps sitting a little in the front, a young woman in a red leather skirt and a white blouse walked drunkenly towards him.

The woman looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with fiery red hair, and an ordinary face, but her figure was very exaggerated.

At this time, his cheeks were flushed, and he leaned against the bar and said directly to Ron.

"Hi man, give me another glass of black wine"

Her alcoholic breath squirted Ron in the face, causing him to frown slightly.

"I'm sorry, you're looking for the wrong person, I'm not from this tavern. ”

"Finding the wrong person?" the woman blinked her bloodshot eyes as if she could see Ron's appearance clearly, and she suddenly showed a seductive smile. "Am I wrong? I don't think I'm wrong?"

The woman tugged at the collar of her white blouse, revealing a large area of snow-white skin inside, and slowly moved closer to Ron.

"Sir, it looks like you're alone, would you be interested in having a drink with me? ”

Hearing the woman's words, Ron immediately knew what he had encountered, and he quietly turned to the side and pointed to a blonde man dressed in aristocratic clothing in the distance.

"If you're looking for business, I think that would be a better fit for you. ”

"No, no, sir, I think you are mistaken. The woman licked her lips, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was slow. "I'm not a casual woman, don't you think I'm not pretty enough?"

And as she said this, Ron suddenly felt that the noisy voice in his ears suddenly became much hazy, and his eyes unconsciously fixed on the woman's face.

He found that this woman who was originally just an ordinary-looking woman actually gave him an unusually pure and beautiful feeling at this time.

The woman looked at Ron's somewhat sluggish expression, and a smug smile appeared on her flushed face.

"And I will show you what supreme pleasure is, which only costs two hundred gold coins. ”

The soothing words stirred his heart like a soft feather, and although Ron instinctively felt that something was wrong, somehow there was an inexplicable urge to pay for it.

However, just as he took the money bag out of his waist

'Hiss'

It was as if a sharp thorn had thrust into his brain, and the intense tingling sensation made his vision suddenly glaze out.

The face of a woman with a pure and beautiful face suddenly turned into a familiar woman with pale skin for some reason.

The woman was wearing a long black dress, and on her pale face, the pair of pitch-black pupils stared at him deadly, motionless.

"This is"

Looking at this familiar scene, Ron turned around with a blank expression, and all he could see was scarlet weeds, and gusts of salty wind kept blowing on his cheeks.

'Smack!'

There was another tingle in his head, and when he came back to his senses, he was still sitting at the bar in the tavern.

However, this time all the noise in the tavern disappeared, and everyone in the tavern looked at him with horror, as if they had seen something terrible.

And Ron also felt a faint sticky feeling on his body, accompanied by a faint fishy smell.

He bowed his head slightly, and then, his face suddenly froze.

In front of him, the young woman from before was now covered with fine red wounds all over her body, and even on her face, there was no intact skin at all.

A large amount of blood was sprinkled on the ground as if it didn't want money, and the fishy smell mixed with the smell of alcohol had a strong feeling of nausea.

However, the woman was not completely dead at this level, her slightly open mouth kept spitting blood, and her eyes were wide open and she kept slowly retreating with a look of fear, as if she wanted to get away from Ron.

"That's what I did?"

Ron was a little stunned, looking at the woman's tragic appearance in disbelief, and then he found that the cross sword in his hand had been pulled out for some reason, and the silver blade was dripping with a little blood.

"Oh my God, it's killing !?"

In the tavern, the crowd watching didn't know who reacted first, and let out a scream.

Then, everyone ran towards the exit of the tavern, and in a moment the tavern was empty, except for Ron and the woman who had not died.

didn't care about the people who ran out of the tavern, and at this moment Ron was surprised to find that the woman's normal eyes gradually turned pale red at this moment, and the fine wounds on her body were slowly recovering.

Although he didn't know why this was the case, combined with the woman's strange behavior before, Ron immediately remembered a half-breed he'd seen before.

"You have the blood of a witch?" he said, his face sank, and he directly pulled the woman by the collar and lifted her up from the ground. "What did you just do to me?"

He had just had a feeling that some of this woman's abilities seemed to bring something into his head, so much so that it touched the Doom Item and led him to the Crimson Prairie.

However, the woman seemed to have a nervous breakdown, and only trembled and muttered useless words to Ron's questioning.

"No, don't come, I'm wrong, I don't kill, I'm sorry, right"

In the end, the woman simply rolled her eyes and fainted.

"Damn it"

Sweeping his gaze to the empty tavern, Ron reached out and touched the bottom of his neck, and then he clearly felt that the withered arm was fuller.

"Changed again?"

The arm had been slowly changing since he got it, but today was the first time it was so fast, and there was something extra in his head.

Ron looked at the unconscious woman in his hand with a strange expression.

"What the hell is going on?"

Just as he was confused, the hidden wooden door on the side of the bar suddenly opened, and the man who had left before walked out of the door.

It's just that when he saw the empty tavern and the blood in that place, the man was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed.

"Oh my God, what's going on here?"

He turned his gaze to Ron, who was holding the crosssword, and said in horror.

"Sir, you"

Without waiting for him to finish, Ron directly interrupted him, threw all the money bags on his waist to the bar, and then carried the woman to his shoulders and said calmly.

"I'll take responsibility for your losses, can I see Mr. Slug now?"

"Of course. The man nodded unconsciously, and then he pointed to the woman on Ron's shoulder, "But are you going to take this woman with you?"

"Yes, a problem?" Ron asked, frowning.

Since the change in the doom item was related to this woman, there was no need for him to let this woman go.

"It can be a bit of a hassle. "Men are embarrassed. "Your token can only represent one person, and if you want to bring this woman in, that's not in order. ”

Ron had previously known some information about Slug from Ian, as if he had previously belonged to the City Guard, but the information he checked later showed that Slug now seemed to work for a large organization as an appraiser, and this organization seemed to have no specific information about the City Guard, only that it was very strong.

Ordinary people want to meet Slug, and it is simply impossible to meet Slug without a special identity or price.

"The rules, aren't they?"

Hearing the man's words, Ron glanced at the woman on his shoulder.

After thinking about it, he threw the woman onto the bar with a 'bang'.

"Then I'll leave this woman here first, and I'll pick it up when I come out, don't let her run away, okay?"

"Of course you can. The man nodded, and he took out a rope from under the bar and expertly tied up the woman at the bar.

With that, the man motioned to the wooden doorway on the side of the bar.

"If you go inside, someone will answer you, and Master Slug will be waiting for you inside. ”

"yes, I see. Ron nodded, glancing at the sturdy woman who was tied up, before rounding the bar and digging straight through the wooden door.