The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The earth was already asleep, and the deserted streets were silent except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the occasional barking of a dog or two.

Tonight's Lisa's Tavern was especially crowded. The noise and noise filled not only the entire tavern, but the entire intersection.

Every citizen passing by would unconsciously stick their heads out to take a second look, and Wiggins pushed open the door in front of him and walked into the tavern.

Lisa and her two beautiful waitresses were busy trying to satisfy the various hungry customers who demanded of them.

In addition to selling their bodies and drinks, they also provide quest information to mercenaries and bounty hunters.

When Wiggins appeared in the tavern, Jager stepped forward and asked, "Why have you been there for so long?"

"Nothing," Wiggins said. "We'll stay here for one night tonight, and we'll get back to Zhivading City tomorrow morning!"

"Bounty, bounty," Jager asked again. "Didn't Rodraboye give you a bounty?"

Wiggins tossed the bag full of dinars to Rogge and looked around the hall, but didn't see Yoda. "Where are you going?"

"Where else could he go, drunk, he'd be sleeping in his room!" said Jager, weighing the money bag in his hand. "You want me to go up and wake him up?"

"No, just let him sleep!" Wiggins said. "Put the bounty away. ”

"Yo, it looks like there's a lot of bounty," the strong man with his arms around the waitress stared at the money bag in Jager's hand. "Isn't this the mercenary who rescued Rodrapoye's daughter?"

Wiggins ignored the guy, just pulled out two dirhams and asked the tavern proprietress for an ale.

The strong man pushed away the exposed plump hostess. "Alien mercenary, Rodrapoye has given you a lot of reward!"

The strong man got up and walked up to Wiggins, reaching out and grabbing the wine glass in his hand roughly. "Shouldn't you have asked us for a drink if you robbed us of our jobs?"

"You look like a fool. Wiggins said calmly. His tone was calm, and he couldn't hear the anger or other emotions.

"Bastard, what are you talking about!" the strong man felt insulted, the thick green tendons on his neck kept throbbing, and the muscles on his body squirmed as quickly as if they were full of bugs.

Wiggins looked at the man, and if memory serves, it was the mercenary named Hogan in the morning. Thinking of this, he said even more contemptuously, "I said you were an idiot!

Hegan's face immediately became strange, his mouth full of yellow teeth gritted "GeGe", and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, like an enraged lion.

Barely giving anyone time to think, Wiggins suddenly kicked him in the back.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Hogan slammed into a man's body, and the force of the impact made the man embarrassed, and let out a cry of pain, and for a moment he could not get up from the ground.

It's the sound of a crossbow bolt going into the groove!

Wiggins quickly rushed to the side, just as fast as he had just kicked out, and his movements were too fast to react.

"Ahh The bolt went into his left shoulder.

"Bang!" followed by a heavy crash that silenced the mercenary's screams, and the sneak attacker with a hunting crossbow was instantly knocked away.

"Bang" hit a table with a bang, and there was no reaction.

The clay pot on the table fell to the ground with a thud. Wiggins, clutching a broken square stool, appeared where the crossbowman had just stood.

The screams of the women in the bar came and went, whether they were frightened by the bloody scene or cheered for Wiggins. Jager knocked the rest of the mercenary's helpers to the ground.

After making sure there were no enemies, Wiggins walked over to the arrow-shot mercenary, bent down, flipped over the heavy fan shield that had been dropped next to it, and looked at the sign on it: it was an abstract bird's head.

"Woosh!" Wiggins tossed the fan shield to Jager.

Anyone who has been in Fort Dremargue for a long time knows not to provoke the mercenaries with the Bird's Head Sign.

Although this abstract bird's head makes people laugh, it is actually the symbol of the vulture mercenary group, and they are ruthless.

Wiggins had just arrived at Fort Dremag today and didn't know any of that, so everyone in the bar was waiting to see what happened to him.

The door to the tavern was slammed open, and almost all the drinkers instinctively looked towards the door, and several guards, led by another maid, rushed in.

Only then did the drinkers realize that the other maid had already left the "Lisa" tavern and quickly brought the patrol guards in charge of security.

It seems that Lisa's boss lady still has a lot of energy.

The guards quickly separated the scene from the drinkers and surrounded Wiggins and the others.

A captain-like man walked over, stared at Wiggins and asked coldly, "Sir, I want to know what's going on here!"

"Well, I guess it's better for the proprietress to answer that question, Mr. Guard. Wiggins replied calmly, not at all recognizing that he had killed the man on the ground.

"Sir, I think you should compensate me for my losses first. Lisa stepped out of the bar and walked towards them with graceful steps.

"Ma'am, I think it's them who should compensate you!" Wiggins pointed to a corpse on the ground and two mercenaries lying on the ground moaning in pain.

"Bastard, what's your attitude!" the captain of the guard jerked his elbow up at Wiggins.

Although his movements were fast, it was still too slow in Wiggins' opinion, and Wiggins' nervous reactions were completely faster than he could have imagined.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and Wiggins' palm caught the captain's surprise attack at a speed that no one could see, and there was a crisp crashing sound.

"Squeak~" At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and a familiar person walked in-Garnier.

"Stop!" shouted Garnier as soon as he entered the door, just in time to see this tense scene. "What are you doing here! This is your guest!"

Steward Garnier quickly rushed over and pulled Wiggins away from the captain of the guard, and asked, "What's the matter, you guys? Carlos!

Although Garnier was not of high status and was not a nobleman, he was a man whom Rodrapoye trusted and was also a "butler" who helped Rodrapoye manage his civil affairs.

The patrol captain Carlos hesitated for a long time, and finally found an excuse, and his eyes lit up and said to the chief steward: "Mr. Karnick, I don't know much, but he killed someone!"

Carlos is one of the captains of the guard of two patrols at Fort Dremag. I can't say that this mercenary has a bad attitude towards his sweetheart, and he wants to show himself!

"Is that so?" Garnier asked politely, turning to Wiggins. "Mr. Mercenary?"

"That's right...... Wiggins doesn't want to get in trouble, he just wants to get out of here as soon as possible.

"I see, I think, it's not his fault!" Garnier said to Patrol Captain Carlos and the proprietress Lisa. "Let the vultures pay for the compensation or something!"

Hogan angrily left the tavern with the help of several fellow mercenaries, after which Carlos left with his patrol.