Seeing the young man slowly approaching, Granger noticed the brown leather armor looming under his cloak.

Frowning slightly, Grant put his palm on the cross sword at his waist and said vigilantly.

"Who are you, how are you here, and why do you know my name?"

"Oh, you don't even know who I am?" Ron smiled and shook his head. "So what about that. ”

As he spoke, he took off the hood from his head, exposing his face to Grant's vision.

And when Grant saw Ron's appearance, his pupils shrank, and his face instantly sank.

"It's you!?"

"Hehe, you really recognized me. Ron looked up at the gloomy sky. "Where's the big bird? Why didn't I see it. ”

Ignoring Ron's inquiry, Grant stared at him in a deep voice.

"I don't know what you're targeting us, but I'm out of the organization, and even if I die, you won't get anything out of me at all. ”

"Out of the organization?" Ron raised an eyebrow at Grant's words. "I think you're mistaken, I didn't mean to kill you at all, I just wanted to get some information. ”

"Huh?" Grant looked at Ron suspiciously, still wary. "What information do you want?"

"Some information about your organization, and"

Before he could finish speaking, though, Grant immediately interrupted.

"No way, I've already drunk the blood of the oath, and even if I leave the organization, if I say it, I'll be killed by the watchers. ”

"Blood of Oaths, Watcher?" Ron narrowed his eyes slightly at the hearing of two mysterious new terms. "Who is the watcher, and why did he kill you?"

"The Watcher is the big bird you were talking about. ”

As if thinking of something bad, Grant said with a gloomy face.

"If you don't want to kill me, please leave, I have very important things to do. ”

"Oh? yes, in that case, well. Ron shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the way.

I didn't expect him to be so talkative, Granger looked at Ron in silence, and then walked towards Ron after a while.

The hazy rain soaked both of their hairs, and the muddy path splashed with yellow mud as they walked.

As Grant approached, the smile on Ron's face deepened.

When the two of them staggered by.

'Bang!!'

'Bell !!'

A strong explosion exploded between the two, and the two crossed swords pressed against each other.

"Why!!" Grant looked at Ron's smiling face with a gloomy face.

"I don't believe you! A bird can kill? Am I a fool?"

Feeling the strength of the other party, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on Ron's face, and the hidden short sword slashed towards Grant's waist.

'Ding!'

The sensation of slashing at a hard object suddenly came from the short sword, and in his slight surprise, Grant quickly hit it with a knee.

'Bang!' and the two separated.

Ron shook the arm that had just been knocked off the knee, and his eyes became faintly solemn.

His gaze skimmed over Grant's waist, and he could clearly see a black patch peeking out from underneath the torn clothes.

Seeing where Ron's gaze was looking, Grant simply tore the clothes over there completely, revealing the black armor inside.

"I don't care if you believe it or not, even with your strength, you are no match for the Watcher at all, if I say the information of the organization, it will not take more than a minute, the Watcher will arrive, and I don't know what will happen then. ”

"Do you think I'm really going to believe this?" Ron narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had seen the big bird before, and if it was really as serious as Grant had said, he could have been killed in the passage room or when the strong man found him.

And it was impossible, let him kill all five people.

Seeing Ron's resoluteness, Grant tightened the cross sword in his hand, and his eyes sank suddenly.

"In that case, there's no way around it. ”

Without speaking, Ron lunged at him first.

'Bell, bell, bell!'

A very rhythmic sound of metal crashing was heard.

The twin swords slashed towards Grant like a continuous torrential rain, leaving him with no room for resistance at all, so he could only passively block and keep retreating.

"Too weak, too weak, you're too weak!!" Ron slashed fiercely, and suddenly, he kicked out.

With a 'bang', Grant's face turned pale, and he covered his abdomen and retreated.

"Damn, are you crazy??"

He is not a combat type himself, although he is wearing armor and is not afraid of being attacked, but it is still very uncomfortable to be pressed and beaten like this.

Ignoring Grant's swearing, Ron shook the twin swords in his hands and licked his lips.

"As you said, it's all death anyway, so it's better for you to tell me the information, and I'll die a little better. ”

Perhaps stimulated by his words, Grant's eyes reddened.

"I still have what I promised others to do, don't force me, otherwise you won't be happy if I die!!"

"Threaten me?" Ron turned cold and slowly walked towards Grant. "The last thing I like is when someone threatens me!"

As he spoke, the crosssword in his hand slashed at Grant again.

'Bang!!'

Another metallic pop exploded.

The path, which was already very muddy, splashed with muddy water during the battle between the two.

In the midst of a fierce fight, Ron fended off Grant's hard-fought sword, and then elbowed him to the cheek with his arm holding the dagger.

'Smack!'

This moment, Grant's vision blurred instantly, and warm nosebleeds flowed out of his nasal cavity.

Before he could adjust his body, his back thumped.

'Bang!'

He fell completely into the mud, and his whole body was suddenly covered with yellow-brown muddy water.

Looking at Grant as he fell to the ground, Ron put away his dagger and stepped forward, kicking him twice in the waist before grabbing his hair to make him look up.

Placing the crosssword around his neck, Ron said in a calm tone.

"Okay, I think now we can say what the name of your organization, the nature of your organization, and its mission are. ”

"Ahem" spat out some muddy water, and Grant said in a weak voice. "We're just an intelligence team under the Night's Wings, responsible for gathering any intelligence in the vicinity, and carrying out some small tasks by the way"

"The intelligence organization of the Night Hand is no wonder its combat effectiveness is so weak. Secretly remembering the name of the group, Ron asked. "Tell me, then, what is that woman named Penny in your team, and why does she have such a powerful ability to recover, and what are those mysterious powers. ”

"Penny, she's an outlier with a faint witch bloodline, and her strong recovery ability is the power of her bloodline."

"Enchantress bloodline?" seemed to think of something, Ron asked quickly. "So, there are other intelligent beings in this world besides humans?"

"Of course, these things for us"

The pain in his lower back made Grant's face distort slightly, and just as he was about to say something, suddenly his eyes widened and looked at the sky, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Huh?"

Seeing Grant's appearance, Ron also looked up.

Under the gloomy sky, he could faintly see a black shadow flying towards him at a great speed.

Grant glanced at the palm of his right hand, where a black bird pattern was rapidly emerging.

"Damn! we're done!!"