The silence continued, and all four of them stopped talking now, burying their heads in their food in front of them, all with different expressions and thoughts.

In fact, Alleyne has been having a hard time for two weeks due to his failure to inherit the family business, and he also hopes to join a strong mercenary team, because this will give him a chance to make a name for himself in future wars, which is much better than guarding a family fortune. But now he needs to think carefully, Taisha Boye and Harrispoye are both from the famous family of Vekia, and the battle of the Nest Car has made the two families lose face, and now the rival commander of that battle invited him to join, there is indeed danger and opportunity.

Fatis was prejudiced against the Virginians due to their previous arrogant attitude, and did not really want him to go along.

Jamila didn't care, on the contrary, she would naturally not object to a noble and handsome young man who could travel with her.

Lorna just secretly observed the attitude of the three of them, silently.

"That's if I can join"

Fatis tossed a chicken bone onto the plate, the sound of the collision interrupting what Alleyne was about to say, and the air became more and more oppressive.

"If you can join, of course we will welcome it. The girl's tone seemed sincere.

The middle-aged man glared at her fiercely, but was silent.

"Well, okay, but I want to get 300 dinars first, change my outfit, and never tarnish my noble status~"

Lorna pulled out a cloth bag and threw it on the table.

"400 of them, give them all. So, you can be considered a yes?"

"Well, yes. I promised, I was good at fighting with a sword and a lance, and although there are many good warriors in the world, I definitely believe that I am also a good one. The Virgian patted his chest and assured.

Hearing this, Lorna bowed slightly, and Jamila smiled:

"Well, in that case, we're all friends. Uncle~"

Fatis raised his face reluctantly, and Jamila took Aryn's hand and grabbed Fatis's sleeve. Stacking the palms of the two hands together is considered a symbol of goodwill.

Lorna stood up and put her hand on it, and the girl of Veruga saw this. I also took my hand and put it open.

"From today onwards, we are comrades-in-arms. The girl took the mead on the table

Then. The door to the tavern creaked open, and a hunchbacked man in a brown leather robe walked in and came to a table of four.

“”

Fatis sensed that the man exuded an ominous aura, and he turned his head to look at Lorna, who must have felt the same way.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the man saluted them, "my master wants to see Miss Lorna Monteron, who are you?"

"Who is your master?" Jamila couldn't help but feel disgusted when she saw the ugly appearance of this person.

"I can't comment on this for the time being. ”

“”

"Then there's no reason to go with you. Fatis was unceremonious.

The hunchbacked man sneered, "I'm just asking Miss Lorna Montron." The rest of the people were not invited."

"You" The middle-aged man was excited to draw his sword when he heard this, but the girl stopped him again.

"If I refuse. Presumably, your men here will immediately take action and forcibly arrest people. At this point, Lorna was still unfazed. Hearing this, Jamila and the others hurriedly looked around, the number of people in the small hotel had doubled unknowingly, and the sharp-eyed Ellen noticed that most of the new arrivals were carrying weapons.

Once again, the small shop was surrounded by a strange atmosphere.

"Miss, good eyesight," the hunchbacked man bent down to salute as a sign of respect.

"Hey, you can't go" Jamila panicked at the face of such a form, she grabbed Lorna's arm, but she gently broke away.

"Then there's nothing more to say, I'll go with you. ”

"Aha~ acquaintances"

Despite the anxious faces of the three of them, the girl still stood up calmly and walked out of the innermost position.

"Lead the way. ”

The hunchbacked man bowed again, but the surrounding "drinkers" did not make any moves, as if they were going to watch Fatis and the others closely.

"Remember not to overpour yourself in the future when you drink. ”

These were the last words that Lorna left behind as she left, passing by Fatis

"What are we going to do?"

After nearly half an hour, the group of customers with knives had all left, and Alleyne asked, looking at his companion in front of him.

"It's not easy, but Lorna will figure it out herself. Fatis continued to drink his wine without care.

"Well, uncle, what do you mean?" said Jamila, grumbling.

"Just now she blamed me, presumably because my words revealed our identities and attracted revenge from the Viqia clan," the middle-aged man hiccuped, "but she didn't hint at what we were going to do, which means that either she can solve it herself, or what will happen next, even a fool can know how to do it." ”

"The revenge of the Vecchian nobles?" Alleyn pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Well, I roughly guessed who the hunchback's owner is"

"Mistress Laura Depoille still likes to joke as much as he did three years ago"

In a narrow tunnel, the hunchbacked man carried Lorna, in fact, it was not so much that he took her, but that Lorna was more familiar with the place than he was.

"How do you know this," the man's voice trembled a little at this point.

"I know more about your state secrets than you have Dinar, for example, this tunnel leading to the castle hall, you haven't been here before, have you?" The girl's face was half clouded by the torches, and she looked like a demon at this time, and the man's face was oozing sweat.

"Alright, we are almost there, and we are ready to get the key, Mr. Constantine Malayan, the valet of Rola de Poye, lord of Kulau. ”

“！！”

"Snap"

The door behind a staircase opened, and Malayang trembled open the door, and Lorna walked out as if no one was around, and this was the central castle of the city of Kulau, and she looked up, and in the corridor above stood an old man in fine clothes.

The girl looked at him, and after a few seconds, she leaned forward slightly, making a polite gesture as if she had met an elder.

The old man is about sixty years old, the hair on the top of his head has gone, his almost all-white beard is only a handful on his chin, and the whole person looks clean, capable, and dull, but this is just the feeling of outsiders, as one of the most dangerous old men in the entire continent of Calradia, Laura Deboyer's reputation in the underworld is not inferior to that of the largest slave trading manager, Mr. Ramon, who is known as the godfather. But Lorna, a little girl who is only a teenager, has the courage to not lose to the other party at this moment

"Lona. ”

The old man standing upstairs finally spoke after a few minutes of confrontation between the two sides: "You may be more capable than your father, no wonder, your family has been regarded as a threat by all kingdoms for hundreds of years. ”

The girl did not hesitate to bear the pressure.

"That life didn't belong to me, much less to my father. ”

"But it was meant to be. ”

Just as she was about to refute something, Laura de Boyer raised her hand and motioned for her to say no more.

"Actually, I didn't want to settle old accounts with you today, I was just doing my nephew a little favor, and he seems to want to see you very much now. ”

At this moment, a man walked out behind the burly figure of Rollard de Poye, in his twenties, with orange-red hair.

"I've been a little worried since the last time I said goodbye, and it seems that Yarogerk didn't do anything to you. Lorna joked, and though the young nobleman's eyes almost burst into flames at the sight of her, the maiden cared no heed of the useless threat.

"Harris, it's your business from now on, and I, as an uncle, can only help you find people, so for the sake of convenience, I, the old man, will leave first" Lard Boyer patted his nephew on the shoulder, turned and disappeared into the gatehouse. Harespoye, who had lost face after a fiasco at the city of Wocheze a month earlier, walked slowly downstairs, sword in his hand radiating coldness and resentment in the light of the fire

"Lona. ”

The old man standing upstairs finally spoke after a few minutes of confrontation between the two sides: "You may be more capable than your father, no wonder, your family has been regarded as a threat by all kingdoms for hundreds of years. ”

The girl did not hesitate to bear the pressure.

"That life didn't belong to me, much less to my father. ”

"But it was meant to be. ”

Just as she was about to refute something, Laura de Boyer raised her hand and motioned for her to say no more.

"Actually, I didn't want to settle old accounts with you today, I was just doing my nephew a little favor, and he seems to want to see you very much now. ”

At this moment, a man walked out behind the burly figure of Rollard de Poye, in his twenties, with orange-red hair.

"I've been a little worried since the last time I said goodbye, and it seems that Yarogerk didn't do anything to you. Lorna joked, and though the young nobleman's eyes almost burst into flames at the sight of her, the maiden cared no heed of the useless threat.

"Harris, it's your business from now on, and I, as an uncle, can only help you find people, so for the sake of convenience, I, the old man, will leave first" Lard Boyer patted his nephew on the shoulder, turned and disappeared into the gatehouse. Harespoye, who had lost face after a fiasco at the city of Wocheze a month earlier, walked slowly downstairs, sword in his hand glowing with coldness and resentment (to be continued......