Blackburn gently pushed open the door to the Spearhead Tavern, which was filled with the smell he hated - not the smell of the wine, but the smell of the scum of the tavern keeper Carter. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info He is a rotten person, this is the impression of everyone involved in this incident, and he has been completely fixed. Blackburn was sure that no one would give him another chance, and that he should have gone to hell a long time ago.

When a tavern has a bad reputation that even the thugs can't stand it, the next thing Blackburn sees is often played out in the Spearhead Tavern. A small four-legged stool arced through the air and smashed into his head, and he himself wasn't even the target of the guy who threw the bench. Blackburn broke out in a cold sweat and dodged the sudden "hidden weapon".

"I warned you, don't try to provoke me!"

"Shut up, bastard, and see if you can say these words while I tear your mouth apart!"

"Yes, I'll knock your brains out and sprinkle a little salt on it, and that stray dog will love this "food"!" The argument ensued, Blackburn ignored the two guys who wanted to tear each other to shreds, if it was the full moon, Blackburn believed that the two guys would turn into angry werewolves, and then use their claws to start a fight with each other.

Warhammer couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw what had just happened, and in his opinion, it was enough to be something that would make him happy for a long time. "Our sweet little princess Eugene is frightened, do you want a glass of wine to suppress the freak?"

"you, Warhammer. Blackburn pulled out his middle finger and sat down across from him.

"I knew you were going to come to me. Warhammer snapped his fingers.

Blake absentmindedly tapped his index finger on the wooden tabletop and looked at Carter behind the counter. The fellow was sitting on a couple of barrels full of pickled cucumbers studying a book bound from inferior parchment, well, Blackburn didn't think Mr. Carter could get any useful knowledge out of it, for his expression was always confused.

The Warhammer clasped hard against the notch of a clay wine glass on the table, as if interested in it. In his rich imagination, a fanged drunkard gnawed a notch in a clay wine glass because he had drunk too much, which made him think of Walter even more. For a moment, he burst out laughing, causing Blackburn to look at him with an inexplicable look. "Yes, this idea can be written into a storybook. He smiled, ignoring Blackburn's gaze.

"What's interesting in your mind again, or is it something else you've come up with, come on, Warhammer, what the hell are you going to do?" Blackburn took the opportunity to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Blow it up, it's as simple as that. Warhammer looked at the bottle that was left with a little bit of Farowan Red, and in a very ungraceful way, he simply picked up the bottle and drank it down. "Anything else you'd like to ask?"

"I'm not asking about your hellish thoughts, but about the process, and I think you should know the difference between the two. Blackburn grabbed the empty bottle from Warhammer's hand and slammed it on the table, annoyed by the other's indifference.

Warhammer froze there for a moment, not moving. No one could guess what his face was like hidden behind the mask, and no one could guess what was going on in his mind at the moment. Marcos had already defined Warhammer, and he was the most mysterious and least boring of the guilds. "It doesn't make sense for you to know it, because it's a simple plan. ”

"Tell me. Blackburn said unquestioningly.

"All right, little Eugene. Warhammer leaned back in his chair and spread his hands. "Quite simply, you'll use drones to scout what's going on inside the Dark Order's stronghold and where the enemy is located. I, on the other hand, will use that cute grenade launcher to create a barrage of explosions for them. That's right, I'll kill anyone I see who belongs to the Dark Order, they deserve to die. ”

Blackburn shook his head, as if he couldn't believe what Warhammer was doing. "Don't try to do that, or you might become a thorn in the Order's side. ”

"Who cares about them, Remidia and the explosion never clash, do they?" Warhammer said indifferently, then beckoned to Andrea not far away, and said loudly. "Beautiful Miss Andrea, I need a giant bomb!"

"Right here, sweetheart!" Andrea said with a smile, putting away the tray on the table in front of her.

Sure enough, what Evie had warned herself came true. In fact, Warhammer's actions were enough to disrupt the Order's precise plans, though everyone thought differently. Warhammer is like that, he doesn't say everything he thinks at once. "Of course you can leave those guys alone, but if you get in the way of their movements, you might become their enemy. Blackburn said anxiously.

"If I had become their enemy just like that, then the existence of the gods really didn't mean anything. Warhammer scoffed.

"I know it's hard to convince you, but ......," Warhammer interrupted Blackburn just in time, "listen to me, little Eugene. Some things don't overcomplicate things, and some things don't overthink too simply. But obviously, this time it was a simple matter. Do you think the Order's guys are going to have some elaborate solution to these things? Wake up, little Eugene. Everyone's goal is the same, to get rid of the kids and the guys of the Dark Order. On the premise of accomplishing this goal, there is no difference between the so-called sophisticated method and the simple and reckless method. ”

"Well, I'll look forward to the end this time. Blackburn knew that he couldn't stop Warhammer from carrying out his own ideas, so he simply gave up persuasion, and he was still incapable of doing this seemingly simple but not simple thing.

"That's right, little Eugene, don't worry, we'll settle this matter smoothly. By the end of Warhammer's words, Andrea had already walked over with a tray of wine, all the drunkards' revelry, the giant bomb that could kill people, Warhammer's favorite. So, accompanied by giant bombs, Warhammer spent the whole afternoon at the Spearhead Tavern. Although Blackburn was constantly thinking about how Warhammer would carry out his plan, the other party would always say something very simple.

Perhaps because of the awkward atmosphere that had been permeating him for so long, Blackburn suddenly spoke to Andrea, who was concocting a giant bomb for Warhammer. "Beautiful lady, my friend has always had a question about you. ”

"Hey......" Warhammer hurriedly reached out to interrupt Blackburn's stupid behavior in his eyes, but Andrea had already replied to Blackburn. "What's the problem?"

"He'd always wanted to know about his mask, whether you liked it or were you scared?" Blackburn asked with a smile.

Andrea glanced at Warhammer, who was now stiff and embarrassed like she had never stayed on him, and Blackburn was finally a little happy to see him look like this. "Actually, it's both. Andrea curled the corners of her mouth and placed the large cup of the concocted giant bomb in front of the Warhammer. "Enjoy hell, Mr. Mask. She departed with a burst of scent, and Blackburn, though he couldn't see Warhammer's expression, knew that the other party was looking at Andrea who was departing with affection. A love that makes Blackburn feel strange, Warhammer never enjoys hell.