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The bottle bursts open, and the fine white wine cracks and scatters.

But the boy didn't have time to worry about the waste of the best wine, and he was now already worried about his life.

The pirate, who once ranked eighth in the open sea, has now "reformed his ways" and wiped the wine and broken glass from his face.

He licked his lips, blood running down his lips. It is true that this phrase is generally used to describe a person who is dying, but a cut on the lips by broken glass can have the same effect.

"This wine tastes good. This glass slag also tastes good. ”

Kezmi Stichhaus, wearing a gray chain breastplate, laughed loudly into the sky, and there was no trace of change in the laughter.

"The taste of blood, of course, couldn't be better. ”

A brave expression appeared on the face of the former pirate captain. His face was bloodless, and it was frighteningly white.

The boy could even see the anger in his eyes, those two gazes were as sharp as knives.

"Knives are coming!" a broken cry roared from Kezmi's mouth.

This burst of shouting immediately frightened all the surrounding clerks and at least half of the pirates to the ground. Next to him, his former subordinates ran to the storage shelf and took down the "Ming Knife Wind Cut" for him.

No one dared to stop it. Kezmi took the knife and quietly drew it from its sheath. The faint glow of the magic candle reflected on the blade, and its waves were like water. He flicked his fingers on the blade of the sword, making a "buzzing" trembling sound.

The tremor was like an invisible command, and the entire store instantly became silent. Seeing this, the young man involuntarily shrank back.

"Even if the wind blows lightly, it will leave a wound on it, hence the name Wind Cut. ”

Kezmi stepped forward, the blade pointing away. His smile was reflected in the sword light, a little hideous. The former pirate's fingers were stained with blood on the side of his mouth, slowly brushing against the blade.

"As soon as this knife comes out, it will see blood. Sadly, I don't have any more blood to water its blade. ”

The blade was bloody, and with the flickering candlelight, it turned into a shimmering red. He took two more steps forward, raising his knife flat at his waist. The black-robed man of Klad López and Namen Fran glanced at each other, their eyes full of wariness.

"Misfire, or not, that's the question. But I don't care, and I don't want to hear words like regrets. For pirates, wine is a second life. ”

Kezmi took three steps forward, his front leg slightly arched, and he was ready to go.

"Feng Xiang Sword!"

Kezmi snapped, and the blade of the sword sprang forward. The sword was steady, without a trace of trembling.

As the sword reached out, Soleton felt a chill as if a wind was blowing in front of him. He looked closely, and saw that the inextinguishable candle on the table in front of him was broken.

Four candles, actually broken at the same height, even the incision is almost the same!

The chill he felt instantly turned into a chill.

"What a magic sword. Clad slowly stood up, and Naimon bounced off his seat. Although they were impressed by the other party's imposing opening, neither of them was one to back down.

"We are really sorry for the accident. We are willing to take responsibility. The lieutenant general said slowly, word for word.

"Excuse me?" the fierce-looking Kezmi gripped the hilt of his knife and took a step forward, "No, that's not enough. I want justice, yes, justice! What a good, sacred word. ”

"Justice?" said Clad, neither humble nor arrogant, "then we can compensate you for your losses." ”

"Reparations?" As if hearing something extremely funny, the former pirate sneered. "How do I know that you are not trying to plot against me? According to the rules of pirates, this kind of plot is decided by a duel. ”

"Duel?" said the word, and the poor boy who had caused the trouble cowered in a corner in fright. "With such outlaws, isn't it?"

"Duel ......" was also heard by the word, but the expression on the face of the middle-aged soldier did not change. This is just a small scene for him, who has been bumpy and adrift all year round and has been in battle for a long time.

"Well, your nun clothes are pretty comfortable, Bonnie. Resa slowly put on her golden robe in the makeshift locker room where the sound and voyeurism were completely blocked, and she said with satisfaction. "The clothes you used for swimming also look comfortable, much better than swimming in a bathrobe. Wouldn't the swimsuit be a little too revealing, though?"

"No, because it's a divine garment blessed by the gods, ma'am. ”

Speaking very seriously, Bonnie secretly apologized in her heart for her faith. She was the most powerful Protestant pastor in this era...... Well, that should be right, she thought. Luckily, it's a one-piece swimsuit, not a bikini.

"Oh, that's fine. Let's find a place to set up shop around here. With that, the alchemist repurposed the makeshift locker into a normal wall, "Let's keep drinking......

Then she saw the two sides in tension. For a moment, Lesa felt a little confused in front of her.

"Why are you here again...... was the last time in Rama...... Is this guy gambling again?Leonard!" Lesa shouted the half-elf's name, but received no response. She was a little annoyed, and was about to continue shouting, when a hand tugged at the edge of her robe.

"Mr. Kakawi seems to have drunk too much, and it's useless for you to call him. With a quiet smile on her face, Bonnie gestured to their table. The former St. Senhaiwei at the table was pouring glass after glass into his mouth, as if he had no idea of the tension not far away.

"How did this happen?" Lesa furrowed her eyebrows and hurriedly walked over. "Didn't he barely drink before?"

"It's all about your elbow......," Bonnie thought to herself, but she didn't want to say it—it would be too much trouble to change her memory. Seeing Lesa trying very hard to lift the half-elf's pointed ears and yell inside, Bonnie reluctantly decided not to continue with the two of them. For her, there is now an important and far more critical matter to deal with.

"Sister, are you still awake?" the girl sat down with some concern as she leaned against her sister.

She noticed that Anne was still with her head down, her hands clasped meaninglessly with each other, changing various gestures, and she looked like a schoolgirl thinking about love. She hesitated and gently pulled her sister's hands away, Anne's hands were a little cold.

"It couldn't be more sober. Anne's throat shuddered, and a very faint voice came out, "I've been very awake. ”

"Are you going to stop them?" whispered Bonnie in her ear, "and only you are qualified to make this decision." This incident would certainly not have happened in history. You can come forward to sabotage it and keep history on track as much as possible, or you can choose to get to know that Namen Fran ......"

"No...... Neither. Wait, I'd like to observe a little more. Anne hesitated, "I really want to know if this person is 'that person.'" Maybe it's an opportunity......"

"Okay. Bonnie nodded slightly. She glanced at the two people on the other side again: the half-elf might have really drunk too much and wanted to pour it on Lessa's thigh. The alchemist shook his body a little irritably, moved his legs a little, and let his head rest only half-resting on her knees, continuing his hopeless effort.

"Well, you know, it's not fun to catch an uncle and develop a ......" Seeing the worried look on her sister's face, Anne said a joke to lighten the mood.

But both of them didn't think the joke was funny, especially now.

The great pirates who once roamed the seas and the great generals who traveled to Kyushu confronted each other in the center of the lobby of "Sunset".

The former was full of fierce murderous aura and seemed to be ready to strike at any moment, while the latter had a grim face and did not see any threat.

"Well, Mr. Pirate, don't be foolish. What do you really want? Orientals always say that you have to draw a path on the ground before you can continue to negotiate. The lieutenant general said coldly, "It's just a bullet hitting the wine bottle, so there shouldn't be a duel, right?"

When he spoke, he consciously or unconsciously straightened his neckline, as if to emphasize his collar badge and epaulettes. Interim Lieutenant General. Forces directly under the provincial councils. The first step in the negotiation is to make an offer and reveal the reserve price.

"yes, I think so too. After all, I'm no longer a pirate, I'm a rebel. ”

Kazmi grinned toothy, and there was an evil aura in his smile. He pressed the hilt of the knife, allowing the blade decorated with red silk to peek out of its sheath in response.

Carelessly, Clad undid the hem of his military uniform, revealing his belt, from which hung a sheathed dagger, and two small boxes for ammunition and fire. The sheath of the dagger has a four-color cross coat of arms.

He took off the dagger from his sheath and played, "Is it? It's good to change the evil and return to the right...... But with all due respect, Your Excellency doesn't look like a repentant. ”

"Ah, no matter what, now that you have reformed your ways, it is not good to fight a duel with someone again. Kezmi said with a smile, "Speaking of which, after reforming the evil and reforming, the money is a little tight......

General López and Fran, who had already walked over, glanced at each other, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief and reached a consensus.

It turns out that this imposing guy really wants to blackmail...... However, since it is for money, it is easy to do. After understanding the true purpose of the other party, the general felt a lot more relieved. Upset.

He said in a deep voice, "Today is a big day for me, and I don't want to have a conflict with a guy like you. Make an offer. ”

"Okay. Without hesitation, the former pirate gestured to the boy curled up in the corner. "I want the pistol that plotted against me. ”

Clad López's eyebrows twitched slightly: "I can give you money." ”

"All I need is the gun. Kezmi laughed, "That gun of yours, which looks like it has only one barrel, can be fired more than once." My ears are good. ”

"This won't work. López raised his head, his gaze seemingly looking into the distance. "Let's make a different price. ”

"You're going to give it to someone else anyway. Kezmi said. The reason why he decided to provoke the incident was to get this gun. A pistol that can be fired multiple times means a lot to a pirate.

"Nope. Clad López seemed to have thought about it for a long time before replying. "Someone like you who blackmails others doesn't deserve these two guns. Those two guns belonged to Rorid. Your words are a betrayal of my past. ”

Hearing the last words spoken by the lieutenant general, Kezmi Stihaus's smile also suddenly froze. The ex-pirates, who had been watching the excitement, also stepped back when they heard this word. They all know that there are two things that Kezmi hates the most: personal attacks and betrayal. Although this man himself often betrayed, he hated the word "betrayal" when others said it.

"It seems...... That's all there is to offer, and there are always some people who think they are shrewd. Deal, fifty pounds......" The former pirate captain flicked the ornamentation on the hilt," ...... Plus a little head-finding. ”

He whispered out the keywords that activated the special effect of the katana: "Wind Cut!"

The scabbard was then shredded by the vacuum blade, and the katana stabbed silently straight at the unsuspecting lieutenant general!

"Dead pirates!" Unexpectedly, the negotiations broke down so quickly and without warning, and Resa hurriedly threw away the half-elf's body and stood up to try to stop their fight. "If you kill that general, even I will be implicated! Ganda!"

"How so?!Shouldn't you want me to resurrect important figures in history?" Bonnie was also surprised, "Clad López is just a three-legged cat mage, even if he has a lot of experience, he ......"

She was about to get up and use her magic to stop Kezmi when Anne grabbed her.

"Not necessarily. The blonde girl rubbed her eyes. "I'm using magic detection to see the situation. ”

"Magic Detection?"

"Just now, my eyes were shaken, sometimes history books can't be trusted. Anne quietly began to prepare a spell, "I originally thought that Clad López should be strong. ”

The worry on Bonnie's face subsided slightly: "Are you okay anymore?"

"No problem. I understand that as long as we continue to gather intelligence, we can learn the truth. Anne Seffir smiled again, stood up, walked over to the half-elf, and patted him on the back. A pale yellow glow flickered on Leonard's body. "Let's stop this fight first. ”

"Stop the fight, then why are you using fatigue on him?" Bonnie raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Are you really okay, sister?"

"Hah, fatigue, isn't it hangover......" Anne hurriedly lowered her head, and found that the man next to her was paralyzed. "Yike......!"

"The light of the hangover is pale green, sister, you are not fit to use magic that you are not familiar with right now!"

So it's a mess again. During this time, the fighting over there had intensified.

As soon as the wind cut sheathed, there was a sudden glint in Klad's eyes. He used another thing he had learned in the East: the "eye of the heart."

To the young man watching from the sidelines, his combat moves looked like cheating.

Although the holder of the recurve knife moved quickly and violently, Clad had already placed his dagger there before his knife could be attacked. With just a very light movement, Clad was able to defuse the decisive sword. He stepped forward and placed his left hand on Kezmi's arm, and Captain Stitchhouse felt a numb wrist and the knife fell directly to the ground.

"How could it be ......! The wind has never missed a ......!" a stunned look on Kezmi's face. Since his last big defeat, he had decided to use the strongest meaning he had for every move in the future, but he still lost. He was unwilling to lose.

"The Yingdao technique is indeed very strong, but the disadvantage is that there is no back hand. As long as the warrior of the East breaks the first sword of the Ying Sword, he will not give the other party a chance to make the second sword. Luo Ruide, who had faced the Ying Knife Technique, said leisurely, he said these words in the Oriental language. Kezmi didn't know much about the Oriental, but he could understand the word "yingdao".

"You know Yingdao?" asked Kezmi in surprise.

"You don't know Oriental?" the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then returned to Klade López's native language. "Then your sword technique is ......"

"What are you doing, Kazmi Ganda!" At this point, Lesa finally rushed over and angrily shouted at her puppet, "Punish me for this guy!"

The huge golden golem rushed forward. The alchemist meant "dead pirates", but a battle-hardened general wouldn't think so. With a flick of his foot, Klad López kicked the katana far away from the ground and leaped back two steps, his hands firmly gripping the dagger sheath.

"Are you all in this group?!" he was a little surprised. One was surprised that the pirate just now was in the same league as the blonde beauty, and the other was surprised that the blonde beauty was the real owner of the giant golem. Out of the habit of being a general in the East for a long time, he immediately began to recalculate the balance of strength between the two sides.

Three against twenty. Two mages against a mage, a golem, a sword warrior, and a mysterious half-elf...... The conclusion is very obvious.

The lieutenant general sweated slightly on his forehead and quietly tightened his dagger.

"Broken dreams!"

Rather than being in a desperate situation, it is better to strike first - this is the code of action he learned in the East. In the immoral environment of the East, where there is a high-sounding appearance and a private deceit, it is impossible to survive without this.

The moment he summoned the name of the flying sword, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in Anne's gray vision.

The light emanated from the sheath of the dagger in the lieutenant general's hand, and Anne knew the intensity of the magic it represented, without even thinking back to the standard aura. In the light of that light, Kezmi's sword, Rysa's scepter, the half-elf's rapier, and even the golden golem Ganda all looked dull.

Artifacts, or cursed weapons. In this era, Anne can only think of these two possibilities. Either way, the unprepared Lesa couldn't handle it.

Clad López...... Was this man so ruthless?

"Don't let Clad make a move! Stop him with magic, Miley, or we'll be in big trouble!"

Anne seemed to regain her ability to think, and stood up, leaving only the words to her sister beside her.

"Why?" Bonnie was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had covered her eyes with a layer of magic detection. When she saw that light, she was also shocked.

Without thinking much about it, as a countermeasure expert, she did not hesitate to throw out a universal countermeasure magic: "Break the magic!"

This magic can block the effects of almost all magic and magic items if the user is strong enough.

Clad was about to shoot the flying sword, but suddenly felt the sword in his hand stagnate suddenly, and it couldn't be sent out at all. Without warning, a magic spell quietly enveloped him.

"Counter magic?!" he was secretly startled. Accustomed to the East's duel that only emphasized strength, he had almost forgotten his hometown's magical duel method of emphasizing skill and timing.

He tentatively let Shattered Dream struggle for a moment. The power of this counter-magic was so strong that it was able to suppress the weapon connected to his soul......

Who is it? Is this female mage? Or is it the half-elf in that corner? He didn't know.

But one thing is certain: it wasn't strong enough to completely immobilize him. If the other party has such a master, he will use his secret weapon to strike first!

"Dream Shattering: Immortal Strike!"

In the name of Lored, he unleashed all the abilities of his flying sword. In an instant, a light blue light pierced through the scabbard and appeared in front of everyone's eyes!

Anne Seffier now knows that she is really underestimating this era.

The magical light emitted by the artifact was only slightly delayed by Bonnie's magic breaking for a moment, and then it lit up again, even more blazing than before!

"Soul connection!" she understood. This dangerous magical item is too dependent to be used for more than two hundred years - but that doesn't mean it's not powerful enough. The reason why no one wants to use it is just that "the soul connection is too expensive and not worth it". In later generations, there are many other ways to achieve the same power, and it is impossible to use such a dangerous method that can lead to schizophrenia at any time.

"There's no way Bonnie can stop the soul-connected object...... Even if you add me, it may not work. What are I going to do?!"

If she forcibly blocked the attack, her and her sister's true abilities would be exposed again - in a glass-walled restaurant, it would be difficult to grab everyone around them and tamper with memories.

Attack the caster?If you attack Klad López, history will be distorted. There are so many historical events that this man is involved in, and they are too close to the present.

What's more, she still wants to continue to quietly investigate the matter of Namen!

"There must be a perfect way! A way to solve this misunderstanding crisis that does not go beyond common sense!"

What would Namen Hugh Kirman do if he were faced with such a situation? That person always seized the best moment to complete the most appropriate action...... Magic should not be the suppression of pure power. Doing the right thing at the right time is also a kind of magic.

Anne Seffir looked around nervously. She assumes that she is Namen Hugh Kirman...... Hypothesis......

She caught a glimpse of the inconspicuous teenager curled up at the adjacent table...... What are you asking for?

Wait a minute. Namen Hugh Kirman's perfect approach would have been......

The blonde girl suddenly smiled happily.

Rees Quilahia had fantasized about reuniting with that man countless times.

She had thought about all sorts of possible romantic scenes.

That's right, like all teenage girls' fantasies about Prince Charming, all sorts of ...... Romantic...... Field...... Face......

"Clad López! Put away your weapons now, or I'll kill this guy!"

"Ahhh

Hearing this voice, Clad's movements froze, the flying sword was slightly retracted, and he turned his head.

Anne Seffel grabbed the dark-haired teenager, who was only slightly taller than her, from the couch, and held him hostage with a dagger, aiming a dagger at his throat. This action does not use mana, and it does not reveal its identity.

The only problem is that it doesn't quite fit the image of a beautiful girl savior...... Anne thought with some regret.

She is a powerful beautiful girl mage who has returned from a great era more than two hundred years later, and has mastered magic beyond the ages, enough to be called a savior.

In the time and space she came from, he should have these titles: "Demon King of the Golden Cross", "Soul of the Holy Empire", "First General of the Continent", "The Strongest Necromancer".

The sunset of July 20, 1665 had already set.

This was his first encounter with her.

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