Just like what usually happens, I don't know if it's because the mercenaries have reduced the intensity of their attacks, but a few archers on the city wall actually have the leisure to observe the surrounding situation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Then they spotted the three men who appeared on the city wall, and the arrow pierced the air and attacked the three of them. Sebastian raised his hand to block an arrow with his scimitar, then leaned back.

Before Maffeo and Kohler could adjust their bodies, the arrows almost pierced their faces, so Maffeo immediately launched a bloody blast of blood and smashed the arrows to pieces. However, his move attracted the attention of more guys.

"Damn, it's the ghost!"

"Fuck ......" Maffeo cursed and drew his broadsword, ready to block in the face of the second round of sweeping arrows.

When the second arrow slammed into Maffeo's greatsword, he found himself backing away—it was Sebastian and Kohler grabbing him by the collar in an attempt to drag him behind the cover on the wall. "What are you doing, Sebastian?"

"We are not fighting against them. Sebastian woke up Maffeo, who was a little dazed.

The arrows were still swept in a row towards the trio, but they could ignore them with their cover. Once the target is out of sight, the archers are at a loss. They had to defend the walls, so there was no need to chase down the three rats who didn't seem to be a big threat. So they left a few guys to watch over where the three of them were, while the rest continued to deal with the mercenaries who launched the second wave of shocks.

"They're watching this side. Sebastian watched through the gap in the cover to see movement on the other side.

"Use this. Kohler pulled a viscous alchemical potion out of his pocket.

"What is this?" said Maffeo, taking the alchemy potion and looking at it strangely.

"An alchemy bomb that can't cause substantial damage to people, but it can cause a lot of movement. It's usually used to deal with monsters, but this thing might be able to grab their attention. Kohler explained.

Maffeo laughed, "Nice stuff." He turned, kneeling, and pulled the cork from the mouth of the bottle and threw it hard at where the guys were.

"Damn, it's a thrower!" and they dodged as expected.

"Come on, it's now. Sebastian leapt out from behind the cover and ran to the spot he had already observed—a door that led to the stairs to the ground. He slammed the wooden door open, and sank into the spiral staircase, the two of them following closely behind. When the guards got back up from their recumbent position, they realized that it was nothing more than a lethal alchemy bomb. So they completely gave up on chasing the three who had probably escaped, and turned around to join the ranks of the mercenary guys.

Maffeo had to admit that he didn't like the design of the spiral staircase, which always gave him an inexplicable feeling of vomiting. In fact, everything is just his psychological effect, and all he hates in his heart is that something bad happens every time he steps on these spiral staircases.

Sebastian gently pushed the door open a gap at the bottom of the building, observed the situation outside, and after confirming that there was no threat, he slowly pushed the door open completely, so the three of them successfully entered the inner city.

Anna stepped out of the deep darkness and looked at the door in front of her with a complicated expression. The gate is beautifully decorated and seems out of place in the underworld of Aucente. It has an olive branch motif inlaid with light wood chips, and a large fish-headed knocker with a protruding fish eye hangs from the door, and a copper-colored collar biting between the teeth. Anna walked up to the door and knocked lightly. "Anna Richter. She whispered her name.

There was no movement at the gate for a long time, and Anna just stood still and waited. In this underground world, all that exists is the sound of rats and water droplets falling, as if isolated from the world. The fish's head finally reacted without warning, moving its jaw and spewing out a cloud of smoke. "Is there anything you're here for, Anna?"

"Have you been corrupted by the trash and rats of the Orcente underground?" said Anna, with a hint of anger in her tone.

The gate fell silent, and after a while, it spoke again, "What happened?"

"I think you should be able to know what's going on, indeed, your power is insignificant. But now that Aucente is in the midst of a war, and it all comes from you, shouldn't you come out and do something?"

"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do. ”

"If Ham Rogers, no, Simon Graff to be exact, was still around, he wouldn't be as indifferent as you are now!" Anna's eyes were full of hostility.

The Gate's tone began to become wary, and coldness accompanied it. "Woman, how do you know this?"

"Are the guys who threatened me with the life of a 12-year-old imp to supply you with supplies qualified to question me?" Anna sneered.

"You shouldn't have been involved in this dispute, but you're on your own. "The gate is no longer as patient as it was at the beginning.

"To get to its dead end, I just want to say that you have stopped learning to "listen" and that you should have left yourself to fend for yourself. ”

"Get out of here, woman, this is my last warning to you!"

"So you've decided to sit on the sidelines?" Anna asked.

The door stopped talking, and Anna heard the sound of the sword unsheathed behind the door, and she pressed her hand to the hilt of the sword. She knew that she could no longer have a rational conversation with these guys who were nominally the Thieves' Guild but were actually former Revolutionary Army, and they couldn't go back to where they were.

"Woman, it's a shame that our collaboration ended here. The door slowly opened, and a group of swords-wielding men shrouded in black cloaks stood in front of her.

"You guys are really "amazing". Anna drew her weapon.

Schultz subconsciously jumped up from his chair like a spring, he clenched the sword in his hand, and then he found himself in a cold sweat. "Damn, what's going on?" he couldn't give a reasonable explanation for the sudden abnormality of his body. "I can't stay here quietly, sorry, Sister Anna. He began to look for a way to open the door.

After searching around the house, he couldn't help but hammer his head, the sword he regarded as a treasure was the best "tool for opening the door", so he took the sword and walked to the back door of the tavern. "I'm really sorry, Sister Anna, I'll fix the door for you when everything calms down. He even made a funny apology. After that, he used his swordsmanship to slash open the back door.

The smell of blood poured into Schultz's nostrils, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but nowhere near enough to make him vomit. After getting a little comfortable with himself, he set out to find Anna. The uneasiness had always permeated his heart, and he could not wait for the end of the riot on pins and needles, which was almost equivalent to an ordeal for him.