At noon, it was supposed to be the hottest time of the day, but at this moment, a large gray cumulonimbus cloud gently drifted over, blocking the sun's radiant face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, the earth was clouded. The wind whined with all its might, this is the prelude to the storm, right?

In an instant, the rain crashed like marbles to the ground, drowning out the shouts of the vendors along the street.

Some people on the streets dodged in panic and dodged, while others walked freely on the spacious streets in the rain despite the rain.

Manid, Wiggins, and Merck enjoyed the baptism of rain falling from the sky.

People hate the rain and don't like to get wet with it.

But the mercenaries are different, they like it when it rains, because only pure rain can wash away the 'blood' on their bodies.

Quasimodo, covered in stains, also enjoyed the sudden rain, remembering that he had been hungry for days, but he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had showered.

Quasimodo's shirtless upper body was covered with hideous scars, and his lower body was only wearing an oversized linen shorts, which vaguely covered the huge dick between his legs.

Even though the rain drenched their bodies, it also exposed the eyes that were staring at them.

Ordinary merchants and civilians simply glanced at them with strange glances, while the bounty hunters who hid in the crowd looked at them with greedy looks.

Wiggins and Merck were aware of the unfriendly gazes, and they knew that they had been following them and waiting for the right moment to make a move.

Stepping on the rain splashing under his feet, Wiggins was wary of the lurking figures around him, and at the same time wondered in his heart who these enemies of unknown origin were.

Wiggins distinctly remembered that the day they entered Dehrim City, apart from two encounters with thieves and ruffians, they did not provoke any other forces.

There was even an unrealistic speculation drifting through his mind, and he wondered if the beggars who attacked him could be the assassins of the Dark Shadow Assassins.

However, the Assassins never appeared in the light of their opponents, they were dark elves who hid in the shadows, and only acted in the dark of night.

Washed by the rain, Wiggins's mind suddenly popped up the four words that the young master had said in his ear in Duke Michod's lord's hall.

Wiggins looked at Manid and Merck beside him, wanting to tell them his guess, but not wanting to cause a bigger argument.

The rain kept falling, and the mercenaries were still walking in the rain, still soaking their bodies and soaking their clothes.

When they led Quasimodo, who was as big as a giant behind them, back to the tavern, the mercenaries were startled and looked at the strange ugly man in front of them in surprise.

In particular, Mo Cha poked there in amazement like half a piece of wood, until the wooden wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and hit his toes.

"Oh my God!" Mocha looked at each other in surprise. "I've never seen anything ...... look this way," he said, modifying his next wording. “...... Peculiar people. ””

Mo Cha didn't know how to guarantee that when he uttered the word 'ugly', the humiliated opponent would throw an angry punch at him.

All the mercenaries looked surprised, but Niza the Bard looked at Quasimodo as he appeared in the tavern with a normal expression.

After Niza left the city of Chanda, he came to the city of Dehrim, where he stayed for several months, and he had met Quasimodo more than once, and he had heard the story of the other party.

"Guys, be quiet, I'll introduce you to the new members. Manid walked to the middle of the hall and pointed to the little giant standing beside him. "Quasimodo, henceforth he will be our companion of the Iron Blood. ”

"Where did you pick up such a ......?" Mocha muttered as he looked up at the ugly but tall and frightening stranger. "Hey, Captain Manid, is this really good?"

Manid knew what the horse thief was worried about. "A mercenary doesn't care about his companion's past, much less his companion's appearance," he said firmly, "as long as he's a brave and loyal warrior." ”

"Hey, that big guy," Yoda said, carrying a barrel of ale resting at his feet to the messy table. "Drain this barrel of wine, and we'll be in the same group from now on. ”

Yoda, who has always been hearty, doesn't care about the mess, he only cares about whether the other party can drink or not.

Quasimodo is not a fool, but his thinking logic is relatively slow, and his reaction ability is half a beat slower than that of ordinary people.

He walked up to Yoda in large chunks, his thick arms lifting the barrel full of ale, and he opened his bulging mouth and raised the barrel high, pouring the wine into his mouth.

The surrounding mercenaries all stared at the ugly big man in front of them in amazement, and the waterfall-like wine seemed to be drowned in a bottomless black hole.

Manid on the side looked at the big man he brought back with a sad face. He calculated in his mind that if he continued to drink at this rate, Quasimodo's daily expenses would be at least several dinars.

In a few moments, Quasimodo had already filled a whole barrel of ale. This makes Yoda, who has always prided himself on being open-minded, ashamed of himself.

Soon, the tavern was bustling again. There is only one way for mercenaries to welcome their new companions - drink.

Wiggins, who had taken a few sips of ale, put down the crude wine glass in his hand, and decided to tell everyone his guess, after all, it was at stake for the safety of his companions.

Wiggins pulled Manid and Merck aside and whispered a few words in his ear. Then he stepped forward directly and rudely dragged Mo Cha, who was drinking and chatting, out of the tavern.

Manid gave a few more orders to the steady, reliable Jager, and Merck and Merck followed Wiggins—and the dragging Tea—out of the bustling tavern.

"Hey, hey, let go of me, you rude fellow. Mo Cha called out with a displeased face. "Wiggins, if you have anything to say, why are you dragging me out. ”

"Come back to the hotel across the street from me," Wiggins let go of the hand he was tugging at the horse thief. "We'll have to talk to the boss about what to do. ”

Mo Mocha asked with a dissatisfied face, "What is it that makes you so nervous?"

"Don't be verbose," Manid interjected. "You'll find out when you go back. ”

Manid had already guessed that what Wiggins was about to say must have something to do with the last time they rescued Julia from Master Gentle.

Because Wiggins has sent him a clear signal - Merck and Mo Tea. (To be continued.) )