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"In this direction, Mo Fei Troy, are you going to the tavern called Peppermint and Wheat?"

"I thought you knew about it from the beginning...... I see, you're running out of words again. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Haha, a quiet journey alone may be good, but if you can communicate more, you might be able to make the boring walk more interesting. ”

"Forget it, talking to you will only make me feel tired. ”

Alone took an unhurried step, as every time in the past hundred days, since the battle with Abel caused the two members of the team to lose their combat effectiveness, the activities of this team of the Society's subordinate executors should have been temporarily suspended.

However, no, after waking up, Troy expressed his idea that he would complete the task of the association alone in a brief meeting with Dondal, whose face had become a little ugly.

However, the reason why the teenager chose to carry the burden alone was solely for the sake of his companions, rather than because he agreed with the ambition of association. To be honest, that kind of thing seemed too far away and too complicated for Troy to be on his radar.

He just wanted to protect what he could touch.

So, there is probably nothing wrong with him doing what his companions can't do. As for Ralph, who still has a certain amount of combat effectiveness, he can take this opportunity to do something more important.

For example, to find a way for Moore and Vina, and for his own recovery. Although it is difficult, it is better to work hard in this area than to "hold yourself back".

If you just want to complete the search task, then you only need to be alone.

"Actually, I'm a little curious about what made you make such a judgment, for you, the meaning of being with your companions shouldn't be about their combat power, right? Because of the influence of my feelings, several of them should have become the most important existence in your life for you......"

"Sometimes, no, your words are overwhelmingly annoying. Plainly expressing his disdain for Lance's words, the young man, who had not changed his speed at all, did not want to answer his question.

"Let me guess, could it be that you think that in the future search process, you are likely to encounter a strong enemy like Abel again, and you are afraid that your companion will be hurt again, so you took over the task of forming the association alone?"

"You say it's a guess, but don't you know all my thoughts?"

Shrugged helplessly, it seemed that a little had changed in the past few days - not in appearance, of course, Troy, who had become more and more like an "ordinary person", suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

In his consciousness, Lance immediately sensed the sudden change of emotions in the young man's body: nervousness, anxiety, and anger. All of the above in Troy also affected the middle-aged man in his "body".

Since then, Troy and Lance have become more and more like a unit. And Lance understands that this is a manifestation of Troy's personality being replaced by himself little by little.

"Whew...... This is his breath. ”

Trying to keep his emotions calm, Troy knew that letting his uncontrolled emotions run wild would not help him.

"Abel, I found you. ”

The deep, chilly voice tore out of his throat, which suddenly became hoarse, and in the end, only a blood-red color remained in the vision of the young man who had not been able to calm down. The blood in his body was agitated, boiling, and they kept screaming, constantly screaming, urging their bodies to act immediately.

"You're going to ......"

The ominous premonition appeared at this time, perhaps it was too late, and Lance, who said that his sense of crisis was really not strong enough, could only watch the pure white world around him be dyed blood red by the restless breath, and a certain desire that was difficult to suppress made him bend down in pain.

"At such a time? Isn't that good...... Don't be devoured, Troy, I can't hold it back this time. ”

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"Hey, I've said it a long time ago, even if the two of you go together, you can't help me at all! However, this courage to step forward and challenge even if you know that you will lose is worthy of praise, coo dong coo dong - hahaha!"

"Goo...... Ganbai...... Downwind!"

As the tall and lean body of the funeral wind fell to the ground, the long-lasting "battle" in "Peppermint and Wheat" finally ended in the victory of a muscular woman with long burgundy hair. It has to be emphasized again that whether it is strength, speed or experience and tactics, the overall strength of "heavy pressure" Caroline is really difficult for the other two to achieve.

As she had said, even if Shikari and Fungal attacked her together, it wouldn't change the outcome in the slightest.

"How about Uncle Pickup, and Little Black, why don't you two come together to 'have fun'? Oops, the wine seems to be gone?"

There is a strong smell of alcohol that is enough to make the drunken faint directly, and Caroline, who is not drunk even if she is good at drinking, is still speaking in an orderly manner, but her steps are a little unsteady.

Drinking and fighting, Caroline's performance is exactly what she looks like as a Northwater person, and she is indeed a typical Northwater woman, a heroine who is not inferior to men in both aspects.

One hand held the barrel high, but could not pour out another drop of wine, just now casually launched a "challenge" to the other two members of the "Dark Lord" team, at this time, Caroline, who was a little disappointed, swept the bar with her eyes half-open, but saw Blake XIII suddenly jump from his seat.

"Hah, little black master, are you coming? Very good! You are the opponent of my dreams! Come here if you are not afraid of being hurt! Let me ......."

"Stupid Caroline, sober me up!"

The long-haired burgundy woman heroically threw the empty barrel into the corner, and in an instant, her right hand had subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword. And forgetting that she didn't come with weapons today, she frowned without a doubt, but the next moment there was a sharp voice in her ears.

"Oh......"

The verbal restraint of her companion seemed to be quite effective, and Caroline, who had immediately relaxed from her preparations for battle, shook her head, and when she looked closely, she noticed something unusual.

It seems that something is approaching at high speed from a long distance.

"It's ...... What? When did the little black master go outside?"

Alcohol anesthetized the nerves, and Caroline's keen perception ability under normal conditions was greatly reduced at this moment, and in an instant the approaching breath was recognized as Blake XIII, who was supposed to stay in the tavern, and the woman rubbed her eyes only to find that the "noble blood clan" was still standing in the room, and her usually immature and innocent expression was now a little manic and murderous.