To make such a big move, Al is also very burdened, but as long as he succeeds in subduing the other party, then the bargaining chips are there, even if Heiberg's people really want to keep him, they will definitely weigh it, as long as the people here don't associate "Blood Falcon Carlo" with the Woodland Rose, then the former should not be worth 6,000 gold coins.

Of course, all this is based on the premise of holding "6,000 gold coins" in your hands.

After snorting, the kraken managed to pull the dagger out of the opponent's squeaky nest, raising his hand to stab again, but as soon as he was full of strength, the fist holding the dagger was pinched by the serf first, and he couldn't struggle at all.

Her strength should have been cultivated purely in the water, otherwise if she was blessed with the blessing of courage, the Kraken, which was already stronger than a human being, would not have lost to a wounded serf.

In desperation, any glimmer of life will be seized by desperate people, the Kraken raised his right hand that had lost his weapon and grabbed the left forearm that was holding her neck, and at the same time his lower body borrowed strength from the wall, his legs raised and continued to kick hard, the momentum looked like he was going to kick out the opponent's.

Judging by the scene that appeared on the display area before, these legs are fully equipped with this kind of power.

So El couldn't let that terrible thing happen, and before they could fully lift themselves, the Kraken was choked by the neck and wheeled against the other wall of the aisle, smashing blood from the mouth.

Because her airway was almost completely blocked, the mixture of blood and gases that came in and out of it rubbed against her throat and made an extremely painful sound.

"Whoa—whoa, whoa......, whoa

Whether it's a werewolf or a kraken, the liquid flowing in his body is as bright red and dazzling as a human.

Blood splattered through the grid of the helmet's visor into El's eyes, turning into a bright red of pain and rage, and he roared as he slammed his nearly defenseless foe back and slammed it down against the wall again.

“...... Whew-woo!......-woo

There was another loud bang, and the Siren's entire back collided with the wall again, and the despair and horror in her mouth mixed with a large amount of warm bright red again, but despite this, she still clung to the enemy's hand that was holding her neck, and still held the unbladed composite dagger in her hand.

Boom!!

Boom!!!

The smashing was repeated three times again and again, the kraken had been smashed so much that even the frequency of kicking and kicking the legs had become lower, and the compound dagger was also controlled by the serf and pointed at the snow-white neck exposed to the black armor, but she still refused to let go of her hand, and in those sapphire eyes, the jade was so shining!

“...... Hiss Float ...... 共に...... Hiss Float ...... 死ぬ!......"

“...... Whoop......"

In the eyes of the two sides, Al, who had completely controlled the life and death of his opponent, was defeated in just an instant, and his eyelids jumped in defeat.

This is probably the truest portrayal of "barefoot people who are not afraid to wear shoes", but why after his eyelids jumped twice, he suddenly felt a tremor from the deepest part of his soul, as if he was not holding a chip worth 6,000 gold coins in his hand, but a demon who climbed up from hell!

The demon is grabbing his arm!

In the next moment, shivering, dizziness, and some unreal tingling pain on his forearm all appeared at the same time, and suddenly, he didn't even pay attention to the four black-armored guards who had already run in front of him and stretched out their hands in this direction, and he couldn't quite hear their words clearly......

"I got her!"

"Good guy - ah, this isn't Group 3!"

"It's ......"

"It's the receptionist and the guest!"

......

It seemed that at that moment just now, the heavens and the earth were reversed, and his consciousness and memory collapsed, but when a black-armored guard cooperated with the panicked No. 92 to help him sit aside, that collapse seemed to become an illusion again.

But if that was an illusion, how could he have just been stunned and let the black-armored guards take the dying Siren from his hands, and now how could he sit firmly on the ground and watch them clean up the mess?

“...... Alright, I'll inform Master Smith, you go tell the guard, you two look at this guy, don't let her make any trouble. ”

"Yes, but—"

"Go, the rest is not up to us!"

......

Thankfully, judging by the brief conversation between the Blackguards, their target was the Siren, who was still panting and howling.

As soon as the idea was decided, the four guards sprang into action, two of them sprang away from each side of the corridor, and the other two pressed the kraken's hands to the ground and gagged her mouth, which was still overflowing with blood.

92 was half-crouched in front of the poor buyer who had been implicated in the matter, and was scrambling to do the examination, and asked this and that with a disordered sentence.

"How's your hand, how are your knees, is there anything else that's uncomfortable?......

“......”

“...... Are you dizzy?......"

Al hung his head and rubbed his face vigorously with trembling hands, and after a few rubs, he eased up, "It's uncomfortable anywhere, but what the hell is the situation with me?!"

This is obviously not asking the receptionist.

The remaining two guards, one with 4396 pinned to his waist and the other with 4398, looked at each other, but did not speak, and then the question was amplified by 92 in an extremely stern tone, and they gave an explanation in a hurry, and before the explanation, it was a rhetoric that had taken it all away.

"Uh...... It should be that the Kraken was on the way to be escorted, and somehow had an accident, which, in fact, we don't know very well...... We are the guards of the nearby 4 districts and 3 avenues......"

"Yes, my lord, we only ran over to check when we heard the fighting, and we only saw the corpse in one place, and this guy who was about to leave the scene with his armor changed......" 4396 pointed to the Kraken who was pressed to the ground and snorted with a crying voice.

No. 92 frowned, opened his mouth and shouted angrily, "How can this be-" But as soon as he started, his momentum suddenly withered inexplicably, "-can ......"

It seemed that she had accepted the guards' words, and this strangeness was fleeting and almost unnoticed, but when she lowered her eyes and turned her head, she happened to meet the serf's peeping in this direction.

“......”

After a brief pause, she continued to reassure the fledgling buyer, "Don't worry, Mr. Cook, we'll tell the Lord Keeper the truth about what you've just done, and Hyberg will reciprocate it. ”

Al nodded, and lowered his head again and stopped talking, as far as his mood at the moment is concerned, it doesn't matter if he returns it or not, it doesn't matter how the Kraken killed the guards who escorted him, the key is that the unrecognized "Blood Falcon Carlo" can walk out of here generously.

......

After a few people waited for a while, there was a sound of running at one end of the corridor, and when this sound stopped, Smith, the highest-ranking person in charge of the underground palace, arrived with several black-armored guards, among them, there was actually a Holy Healer Awakened.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, Smith, as the head of the underground palace, did not look at others, and walked directly to the buyer of the chick sitting on the ground, lowered his height in the posture of a farmer, and expressed his most sincere apologies and thanks to the other party on behalf of the Hayberg Chamber of Commerce.

"Mr. Cook, I've heard it all on the way here, and I've really wronged you......"

The Steward's hair was black and reflective, his face was square, his forehead was slightly crossed by a few vicissitudes, his eyebrows were slender, his eyes were sharp, and he felt very gentle, but the receptionists and guards who called him "Mr. Smith" seemed to be afraid of him.

No. 92, who had given way to his position, probably wanted to step aside, but after taking a few steps back, he didn't know what he had in mind, so he walked back in front of the chief manager, sat sideways on the ground, put his arm around the serf, and put the whole person up, and then lowered his eyebrows, not daring to raise his head.

From Smith's point of view, this behavior was actually a bit rude, but the Lord Steward didn't seem to care about it.

The black-armored guards who followed over also immediately began to clean up the scene, and the Holy Healer Awakened shone the head and the location of the main organs of the Kraken with a yellow shimmer of light, and shone out an exclamation, "Mr. Smith, this guy is actually an Awakened!"

Smith, who was smiling and talking, interrupted his words with an apologetic smile before turning his head to look at the Awakened with a hand on the Kraken's neck, and his tone was tepid, "What's the panic." ”

The awakened person's body stiffened, and he quickly bowed his head and answered, looking very submissive, seeing that the kraken had no major problems, Smith said again, "You can't help Mr. Cook yet?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith!"

After giving the order, he turned his head and continued the previous topic, and the smile that reappeared was perfectly connected with the previous one, "Then Mr. Cook, I won't say too much about thanks and sorry, Heiberg has never treated his friends badly......"

As he spoke, the steward stretched out his hand to another black-armored guard standing beside him, its bones were slender, and the back of the hand was very elegant, but the palm was full of thick calluses.

"I heard that you took the goods of two thousand gold coins in the dungeon tonight......"

The unmentioned 92 seemed a little nervous, and her breathing slowed down.

“...... Right?"

Al nodded and didn't speak, then turned to point to his chest at the Holy Healer Awakened who had just treated his palm's knuckles.

Through the clothes and flesh, the other party should not be able to perceive the utilization rate exclusive to the awakened from the recovery speed beyond ordinary people.

However, judging from the current situation, even if they realize that "Mr. Cook" is an Awakened, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

In the glow of the yellow light, the outstretched hand of the chief steward took several pockets of different sizes handed over by the guards, as well as a small golden card with a very textured texture.

"These bags are full of gold coins, four bags of 250, one bag of 200, and one bag of 900, now the original items are returned, and then all the items you bought tonight will be considered Hyberg's apology, as for this gold card engraved with your name......" Smith presented the items to the fledgling buyer with both hands, his smile still gentle, "...... It's the Gold Card of the Sixth District, and it's Heiberg's gratitude. ”

"Uh......?"

Al was stunned, what did the other party just say? The "return of the original items" taken out of context is easy to understand, those things are from the handwriting of Fan Fan and Fei Lin, but the whole sentence is connected, "...... It's all considered Heiberg's apology, what do you mean?

He only inadvertently showed the slightest doubt, and the other party accurately captured it.

"We've sent everything you photographed tonight, including the two long and one short weapons that were taken by the Kraken, to the outermost security checkpoint of this corridor, and you can pick them up at any time with an invitation before the next high-level show begins. ”

"Anytime...... Take it away?"

"Yes, take it at any time. ”

After reaching despair, the huge surprise that touched Al completely smashed Al on the spot, what "blood surged", "heart ecstasy", such words could not describe the violently beating heart hidden under his stiff face.

More than 2,000 gold coins!

He looked sideways at No. 92, who made no secret of his joy......

That's enough to buy this woman for 20 round-trips!

It's a good thing, a great thing.

But just as he was about to make a point, a sentence [that's so embarrassing] had just said the first word, and the delicate little hand of No. 92 cut off the serf's words from an angle that no one could see, which was simply incomprehensible.

This hint of confusion seemed to be captured by Smith on the other side, and he continued to laugh, "Of course, No. 92 belongs to this column, and then you should go to the Gold member area for a few days to rest, during which she will be used as a guide, and the setting there will definitely make you forget about today's misfortune ......"

At the same time, Al felt that the little hand on his back was still pulling rapidly, and he didn't understand what this meant for a while, so he didn't speak, and let the chief steward introduce all the wonders of the members' area, but his mind was all on No. 92's hand.

When the Holy Healer Awakened Person, who had quickly completed the task, stepped aside, and the introduction of the chief steward began to materialize, the serf could clearly understand what the receptionist was drawing.

That's a number - 6000.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Mr. Smith," he interrupted with a smile as he returned all the belongings in his hand, "this generous and generous apology and gratitude is really flattering, and Heiberg really deserves his name." ”

The little hand on his back that kept paddling finally stopped moving.

The fledgling buyer's smile was not a smile, and the words were also yin and yang, and Smith pushed his hands outward, neither answering the things nor answering the stubble, but only raised two slender eyebrows full of good-natured inquiry.