When the carriage stopped, Ramrem immediately felt bad.

She had just listened to Swain's story and didn't notice what was happening outside the window. Looking out the window, it was no longer a quiet and beautiful Emerald River, surrounded by poor streets and alleys, and a low, dilapidated block surrounded their carriage.

Ramrem's first thoughts: the filthy gangs that haunt this place most often, the fringes of the law and the police, are the favorite of the lawless and vicious people. It occurred to her at once that perhaps the hired coachman had betrayed them and brought them to such a place, and that the gangsters would soon be pouring in heaps like flies that smelled of rotting meat.

Now that the carriage had driven deep into the block, and was sandwiched in an alley, it was barely enough to get out, and Ramrem did not expect to get out safely, and it seemed impossible not to get into trouble tonight.

"Follow me. Swain whispered in Ramrem's ear, then wrapped his arms around her waist and stepped out of the carriage with Ramrem.

"You shouldn't trust the kind of hired driver. Or were you actually going to get rid of this poor man in the morning?" Ramrem frowned as he got out of the car. This is the kind of place she would never normally visit, compared to the clean and tidy streets of the White Browning district, which is not only full of garbage and sewage, but also has no street lights, and they can only see under their feet by the moonlight to avoid stepping on the dirty pool.

Swain was silent about Ramrem's accusations against the coachman. He led Ramrem to the carriage, and the two men soon saw the coachman still sitting there. The coachman was asleep and snoring, and if it weren't for that, Ramrem would have thought he was dead.

"What's going on?" Ramrem was shocked to see that the coachman was still alive and asleep. While this overturns her previous accusation that the coachman betrayed them and fled, the situation is still strange. Blown by such a cold night breeze, it is impossible for the coachman to fall asleep on his own. Moreover, it was far from the original scheduled distance, and it could not have been the horses running over on their own after the coachman had fallen asleep.

Swain still didn't answer Ramrem, although he could be said to know everything in the car before, but now he is like gold. Swain reached out to stroke the horse's mane, but both horses flicked their necks in a rage, neighing and reluctant to let him touch it.

"It's sleepiness and animal charm, it's not a difficult magic, but to be able to release it so quietly, this person should have some ability. ”

Hearing that it was magic, Ramrem panicked. Although her status is so special that Swain is considered her ally rather than her master, she is no different from an ordinary maid to those who are skilled in combat.

"Are you targeting us? What should you be able to resist?"

Ramrem was almost flustered, completely devoid of her usual calm, and when she met the magician she feared the most, she was like a natural enemy, not only unable to make up her mind, but also becoming a burden.

Swain's response was to hug Ramrem's waist tighter, not letting her break away in a panic.

And in just a few moments, the flies that smelled the smell of carrion had already come out.

A group of tattered men blocked the two ends of the alley, dressed like workers moving goods on the docks, wearing cloth hats and coarse cloth clothes that not only did not look warm on such a cold night, but also had patches, some of them even simply torn.

Most of the men were holding iron rods and boat hooks and the like, because the moonlight was not bright enough, and the group was wearing hats, Ramrem couldn't tell their faces, but their expressions couldn't have been friendly.

"This lord, okay, our group of people are all poor people, we don't even have a warm clothes to wear, let's give a little money. A man who seemed to be the leader took two steps forward, but he didn't get too close, still keeping some distance from Swain. And he sounded like poor beggars, despite the fact that they were the stronger side.

What a cunning guy. Ramrem cursed in her heart, she was afraid of magicians, but she was not afraid of these poor men, even if they were numerous and armed. These people obviously planned to rob a fortune, but they disguised their appearance well, and they also knew how to use such a tone to give the nobles a step. If it is an ordinary nobleman, he probably thinks he is unlucky and gives a sum of money, of course, it is not okay to give less. As long as they don't take action, the police won't take care of it, and those aristocratic gentlemen will try to keep quiet for their own face, and once they choose to do it, then they will definitely take care of everything, leaving not even the slightest trace, and then find a few scapegoats to hand over to the police to keep most of the gang.

Ramrem wanted to give a sum of money right now, after all, there was an unknown magician in the shadows, and she didn't want to stay in such a dangerous place for long. Since this is likely to be the real address of these people, they probably don't want to do anything here, after all, it's too easy to find out about the nest. These people usually choose a place far away from their lair if they want to rob, and the target will also be some small nobles, but tonight the carriage hired by Swain suddenly broke in, for these people naturally come to the door to eat the meat in vain, but if they really do it, it is also a very troublesome thing for them.

To Ramrem's relief, Swain didn't say no outright. He was silent for a moment, then reached into his coat pocket. It seemed like Swain wasn't going to mess with the gangsters, but the group was on guard, for fear that Swain would pull a gun out of his pocket.

Just as the men were tense, Sven slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, and he tossed a handful of coins on the ground casually.

These people were stunned for a moment, and then they reacted, and they were immediately angered by Sven's contemptuous behavior. Although Ramrem couldn't see the expressions of the men clearly because of the dim light, judging by the irascible appearance of the guys they began to fiddle with, the situation was already on the verge of breaking out.

The man who looked like the leader spoke again, this time with a tone that was still respectful and humble, but there was a lot of anger suppressed in his voice. "Master, please give me more rewards, these children are not enough to feed the children. I beg you to have mercy on us who are miserable, we are tired and tired all day long, and all we earn is the little money you have thrown into the ground, which is nothing to you, but it is the money to live for us. You can't be so ruthless and want to leave this alley, right?"

This person said miserably, if the nobles who have not experienced the world in general, they will probably really have a little compassion. In his opinion, the young man in front of him, with a young and beautiful maid, obviously couldn't wipe his face and bowed to them, although he hated Swain's behavior of not taking money seriously and wantonly trampling on their dignity, but he still didn't want to get into too much trouble, and at the same time let the brothers behind him put on a gesture of wanting to do it, he wanted to impress Swain with these words, threatening and begging the two only means they had, and at the same time giving this young nobleman a step, it also made him understand that if he didn't give money today, he wouldn't want to get out of this alley。

However, in front of him was Swain Noe Jericht, not to mention Ramrem, who was definitely the least sympathetic of all. This is not only because of his character, but also because of the education he received. The elder Winston's doctrine believed that the social structure was fixed, and that there would always be people who suffered at the bottom, and Swain, who had a deep foundation in Jerry Co's family, was naturally instilled with this theory by his grandfather.

"So what?" Swain took a step forward and stepped on the coin he had just dropped, "Even if I give you a large sum of wealth, will no one suffer?" The so-called society is the hierarchical distinction between human beings and themselves, whether it is divided by aristocratic blood in the past, or by wealth to measure status today, it is the same, there must always be someone living at the bottom of society. You are pitiful now, but even if you save a few of you from the sea of suffering, is there no poor person in the world? You ask me for money under the guise of a poor person and a poor person, but don't you yourself look down on the poor as well, and if you get out of the bottom, will you help the poor and poor people at the bottom? Aren't you still the same and have to have anything to do with these people again? ”

Ramrem was already a little nervous by Swain's words, originally she hoped to break the fortune and eliminate the disaster, after all, there was a magician staring at them, but now Swain's words and deeds seemed to not want to avoid this conflict. She quickly pulled Swain to suggest that he shouldn't get into trouble, but Sven didn't do anything at all.

The men had been utterly enraged by Swain's words. They couldn't understand what Swain was talking about about the social structure or anything like that, but they could hear the most important thing: the young man didn't want to give money, and he looked down on them.

The accomplices behind him had already begun to shout and curse, and now the man in the lead did not plan to ask for a sum of money from the other party with his tongue. He finally tore through the lowly mask and said viciously: "We illiterate old men can't understand your reasoning, but today you don't want to leave here safely, since you don't want to take the initiative to give money, then we have to take it ourselves." Hack them!"

With the leader's order, dozens of men surrounding Sven rushed forward with shouts. Anyway, the other party is just two unarmed people, even if they are nobles, they will still die if they have a few more holes in their bodies.

Just when they rushed forward with a courage that was slightly similar to that of their revolutionary ancestors more than 100 years ago, the next moment, this brawl, which should have been one-sided, took a 180-degree turn, although it was still one-sided, but the reversal had completely changed.

Countless crows flew out from under Swain's trench coat, and the swarm of locusts formed a black storm barrier around Sven and Ramrem, obscuring the moon from its already bright moon. And the gang members were immediately frightened by so many crows, when they had seen such a strange and terrible scene, those men stood in a daze, neither daring to rush forward, nor knowing whether to retreat or not.

"Don't make such a big fuss!" shouted Ramrem, who was being guarded by Sven, "It's going to lure the police over, and we'll not be able to clean up the mess then!"

Sven didn't answer her words, but instead of attacking them, the crows that covered the sky kept hovering around Sven, guarding the two of them tightly. And seeing the formation of the crow flock summoned by Sven, Ramrem seemed to understand something, her face turned pale, and her voice couldn't help but tremble a little: "Did that magician chase after him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the men in front of her seemed to finally understand what kind of monster they were facing, and they began to run away with wails, but they didn't run far, they were like puppets that had suddenly been cut off and fell down one by one.

"Crowdphobia and crowd sleepiness are very skillful to use. The calm words that came out of Swain's mouth caused great fear in Ramrem's heart. She leaned into Swain's arms, her body shaking.

"Don't run around. ”

But Swain didn't seem to enjoy the beauty in his arms, he gently pushed Ramrem away, then took off his trench coat and draped it over Ramrem's body. Although half of the crows were still around, Ramrem still felt very uneasy about the lack of real support around her, and if it weren't for Swain's trench coat wrapped around her, she probably couldn't contain her fear at all.

With a much smaller flock of crows, Sven walked out of the alley, wearing only a black waistcoat and a white shirt. In a small open space outside the alley, there were a bunch of big men lying upside down, and in the middle of this corpse-like pair, a young man was standing.

"Who are you, little ghost?" Sven looked at the white-haired boy in front of him, and turned his head slightly, with a bit of contempt in his words.

However, the white-haired teenager in front of him did not answer his question, nor did he show anger and displeasure at his contempt. He just looked at the crows behind Sven as if talking to himself, and said, "To be able to control so many demons, and you are also a demon with a strong attack ability, your magic power should be very large." But you didn't use a single spell other than summoning demons, something that could be solved with a crowd fear technique, but you had to spend so much magic to create such a pomp. Swain Noe Jericho, are you wasting your power because you have a good background?"

"Are you teaching me a lesson, little ghost?" Sven's expression did not change, although the other party's words just now were very provocative, but Sven did not look annoyed.

"I'm hating you, someone who doesn't deserve this kind of power, it's just yesterday's yellow flower!"

Young's hatred for Swain is like a natural incompatibility. If Swain injured Count Heckat and gave him the opportunity to challenge Swain to prove his intentions, then he hated and disgusted Swain from the bottom of his heart for Swain, who had obviously not made any effort but could get such powerful power.

Just as Yang shouted those words, the crows behind Swain launched a collective charge like a legion against Yang. Although half of the demons were left by Ramrem's side to protect her, the remaining crows still had a terrifying momentum once they launched this collective charge, like a black storm, trying to "wash" their opponents and wash away his flesh.

However, although Swain's offensive was huge and amazing, Yang was not an ordinary teenager, and he had already prepared for it, and he also knew a lot about Swain's methods, and he would not be easily attacked like Count Hecate.

Yang shook his arms, and three swords slipped out of each of his two sleeves, which he held between his fingers, holding three one-foot-long swords in each hand, and folded his hands in front of him, taking a stance, ready to deal with the charge of the black storm. When he joined the crows, his hands danced rapidly, forming a small whirlpool of blades in front of him, and the crows that tried to hit him head-on were cut into two pieces by the sword, even the sharp beak that could bite off the bones could not withstand the sharp and hard blade.

Soon, the first round of the crow flock charge ended, and the crow flock turned back to Swain's side, but the formation was much broken, and was killed by Yang's Yitong, and Sven lost a lot of magic power to change the demon. But Swain didn't care, he raised an eyebrow, and became a little interested in the boy.

"Whew, a little imp like you can still use such a skilled swordsmanship, and it's still a difficult sword to master. You must be a descendant of a magical family, otherwise you would not have mastered such swordsmanship. ”

Young ignored Swain, who began his offensive after the first round of the crows' charge. With a slam step, the man flew off the ground, leaping five or six meters away, and stabbed six sword blades directly at Sven.

Sven didn't take Yang's attack hard, he calmly retreated a few steps back, and the crows opened their stance, like opening their pincers, and when Yang himself rushed over, he would take advantage of the space before he landed and clamped him deadly.

But Yang would never be caught like this, he had already prepared. He threw the three swords in his left hand directly at Sven, because he was close at hand, and Sven was defenseless, and was directly stabbed in the chest by the three swords. Yang waved his weapon's left hand, and three swords fell into his hand from his sleeve, and this swing also repelled many crows that were charging at him, and he didn't receive much damage before he landed.

"Ah, that's amazing, little ghost, there are two hits. Although he was struck in the chest by the sword, Sven was just like Count Hecate had seen that time, his wound was completely bloodless, and he did not look like he was injured, and he still stood firmly in front of Young.

Sven pulled out the swords in his chest one by one, and threw them in front of Young. "But that's not enough, little ghost, you can't kill me. ”

The crows also returned to Swain's side, but there were not half of them. Although Yang's blow didn't work against him, his crow swarm didn't hurt Yang either, and the two were temporarily tied.