Leslie and his soldiers' words naturally fell into the ears of Kennan, who was eating downstairs. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info a champion knight who barely reached the wizard level, and he didn't have any magic items, so it would be wishful thinking to stop Kenan from listening.

However, Kenan, who was intimate with the guards later, was not interested in continuing to appreciate it. If it were two women, Kennan might appreciate it, but unfortunately, it was two men......

Kennan cleaned up his mood for a moment, then threw the money on the table and headed out into the street. He doesn't have much money on him and needs to get some.

Originally, Kenan still had some silver coins when he came out of Constance City, but since it had almost cost Jamila to prepare equipment and medicinal baths, it was time to go on a chivalrous journey.

Kenan staggered to a relatively remote part of the city, then grabbed a gangster-looking man, asked where the biggest local gang was located, and then casually knocked unconscious and threw him into a small alley. There are many people like this who are knocked unconscious in the slums, and there are more than a dozen cases almost every day, so no one will suspect it.

In order to avoid being recognized as a stranger by ordinary people, thus increasing the other party's vigilance, Kenan cast an obstacle recognition spell on his body.

This spell can greatly reduce his sense of existence, making people unconsciously ignore his existence, which is a relatively easy spell to use. Of course, the usefulness here refers to dealing with ordinary people, and if it is for an existence like the champion knight Leslie, the effect will be greatly reduced.

After casting it, Kennan slowly entered the slum like a ghost.

The slum is in the southern part of the city, and it is inhabited by porters and coolies, as well as some bankrupt commoners. It's filthy, with all sorts of garbage piling up in the alleys, and you can smell a pungent smell from a long distance. Although the houses here are all made of stone, they are old and lack the necessary maintenance, so they have large and small cracks and holes. Fortunately, it's summer, and if it's winter, I don't know how many people will freeze to death.

It's one of the darkest corners of the city, and the city's patrols and sheriffs don't come here, so it's a gangster den. The gangsters in the city have taken control of the pickpockets, low-class warblers, broken taverns, low-level casinos and most of the coolie business by force, and they can live happily except for the benefits paid to the nobles behind the scenes.

Of course, because of the oil and water here, every year there are new gangs who want to challenge the old forces and try to rise to power. Of course, there are successes and failures, and the winners continue to spend their days drinking, and the losers become corpses in the gutter, and then they are taken away by the corpse pickers and sold to the necromancers.

Akron is a high-ranking wanderer, having earlier worked as a scout in the nobles' private army, but is now the leader of the largest gang in town, the Akron.

The Akron Gangs are the biggest gangs in the city, and there is no one. He controls all the slums and half of the casinos, and the pickpockets are involved, but his main job is to train some gang members who dare to fight, and then deal with some inconvenient things for the nobles behind him.

That's right, the Akron gangs are an eyeliner planted by the nobles in the ghetto, how can they let a certain district of the city out of their control, even if it is only a ghetto.

Today, Akron took his henchmen on a tour of his property as usual, and then returned to his courtyard to have a few drinks with his men. came back with him, in addition to a dozen heartfelt henchmen, there were also a few good-looking wandering warblers.

In Akron's words, that's what is the point of a group of men drinking, it is better to have a woman with you.

Just as Akron walked into the gang's quarters, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood, a smell he often smelled, a dead man.

"Everyone, be careful, there are enemies ......," before Akron could finish shouting, he felt a flower in front of him, and then saw several shining cold lights shooting over.

Puff, puff, a piercing sound sounded, followed by countless screams, accompanied by the shrill screams of women. Then, there was another flickering cold light, and the screams and screams stopped. It's as if someone has released a silent barrier. The sound of several corpses falling to the ground sounded, and then the whole courtyard returned to calm.

"Hey, you're not dead yet?" At this time, a puzzled voice sounded from the courtyard, and then a very young man walked out, Akron took a closer look at the other party, and found that although he could see the other party, he did not have any memory of this person in his mind, and when he closed his eyes, he couldn't remember what this person looked like. Akron's discovery was shocked, and he panicked and pulled a dagger from his boot, which was pitch black and a good weapon for self-defense.

Kenan walked slowly in front of Akron, and then snatched the dagger from Akron's hand, and looked at it carefully, "Well, I actually enchanted the sharp technique, although the workmanship is a little rougher, but the material is good, well, leave it to Jamila as a self-defense weapon." With that, he put the dagger away to himself.

Akron has been in charge of the city's No. 1 gang for more than ten years, and his insight is naturally not weak. Although I don't know why the other party found me, I naturally don't dare to be disrespectful in the face of this master who can take his life at any time.

Akron thought for a moment and organized his language, "Well, this lord, is there anything I can help?"

"Yes, call out your life. Kenan said lightly.

Akron broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, and he tried to escape, but found that he couldn't move.

"Of course, this is a lie. Kennan's voice came faintly.

Akron also regained control of his body after hearing this, and if it weren't for his battle-hardened formation, I'm afraid he would have collapsed on the ground by this time. Anyone who turns around in front of death will not perform too well.

"Of course, whether you live or die depends on your performance, and if you can satisfy me, it's not impossible to let you get out, and if not, well, I don't think you want to be like them. With that, Kennan waved his hand, and the corpses staggered to their feet, neatly lined up in a square.