The rain at night was unusually cold. Even in summer, the streets are deserted by twilight, and the occasional cat meow can be heard in the alleys.

"Hunter, don't go back yet."

"I'll go back after the checkup." A security guard named Hunter looked around the union with a lampstone and greeted his colleagues.

"Then I'll go first, and you can go back and rest early. Just got married, so spend more time with Sunny. The middle-aged man who spoke put on a red magic robe, arranged the robe to make sure that it wrapped the clothes, and then put on the magic hat issued by the magic union, looked at the security guards who were still patrolling, and then pushed open the wooden door and disappeared into the heavy rain.

"Okay, be careful on the way." He took the lampstone and illuminated the door for the president until it was empty.

Seeing that the last member of the union was also gone, Hunter began to hum a ditty. Compared to when you are surrounded by famous scholars, it is easier to patrol alone.

Just as he was about to look away and start the last patrol, a blurred black figure flashed through the glass window with rain.

"President?" Although there had been no accidents since his inauguration, Hunter reacted immediately, extinguished the lampstone, lowered his body and leaned towards the window next to the door little by little.

As if in response to Hunter's question, the rain continued to lap against the ground with silence. The unusually oppressive atmosphere makes sweat constantly seep out of the forehead, neck, etc.

"President?" For the sake of safety, I asked again, but of course I didn't get a response. Hunter's gaze began to sharpen, and he pressed his body against the wall next to the door.

It's not a very good position for defense, left and right, with doors on one side and windows on the other. However, in order to maximize the safety of the union's property, Hunter decided to take a risk. At the same time, he drew his own saber.

It was the saber of the security guard of the Magic Guild, and it was not considered his private property, and the knife made from the dwarves processing Carlisle steel was arguably the dream weapon of most mercenaries.

Listen intently to the sound of the rain outside. Not even the slightest murmur can be missed. As his chest rose and fell, about five breaths had passed, and there was still no movement.

"Is that wrong?" Even with a clear vision of the existence of the black shadow, Hunter began to wonder if he was wrong.

Taking a deep breath of the rain-soaked air, Hunter moved to the side of the door, and was about to open the door when a red figure suddenly slammed open the door and poured in.

"President? You scared me to death. I thought someone was ...... President! When he saw the red figure coming in, Hunter's whole body relaxed, although it was only for a short time, but the consumption of the tense nerves was unexpectedly huge.

But before Hunter could finish complaining, the middle-aged man fell directly to the ground. Scarlet blood mixed with rain spread across the union's ground. At the same time, the dark shadow that I noticed at the beginning suddenly came closer.

From the appearance of the president, to the fall, to the reaction of himself. It only took a moment for Hunter to react to this process, and with his rich experience, he raised his saber and held it horizontally in front of him. This instantaneous reaction can be said to have mobilized all the strength of the body, and the sword light cut an arc smoothly.

It can be said that Hunter has ever wielded the best knife in his life. He didn't see a human figure, but based on a series of events that had happened before, he reacted in an instant that someone would attack him.

Sure enough, when the knife was swung out, he saw a figure appear in front of him. However, the saber did not cut through the other side as he had experienced in the past.

The right hand, covered in a complex red magic array, punched Hunter in the chest at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

The bright saber shattered with a crisp sound.

"Ride"

Before he could say what he was seeing, the black shadow grabbed Hunter's head with his left hand, and the terrifying force that could tear his cervical vertebrae smashed Hunter's head to the ground.

At this time, the shattered saber fragments fell to the ground. Like rain, it splashed with drops of water and blood, and reflected the blood-red right hand of the black shadow.

Convênvo Capital Noon Square

"Didn't I hear that the town of Tintagir was razed to the ground by that demonic beast? It seems that the first town attacked by Anubis was the town of Tintagir, right? Although it is a question sentence, it also expresses that he does not think that anyone can survive unprepared.

In the central square, illuminated by torches, many mercenaries noticed the sixteen-year-old blonde girl. If it weren't for seeing the logo of the first-level mercenary group of the Level mercenary group, it is estimated that the people on the side would not be as simple as whistling.

After all, the only things that can make mercenaries willing to take risks are money and beautiful women, and the beauty in front of him seems to have these two points.

"In this case, I investigated that he was still alive, but the Conwald military seems to have sent him on some mission, there is no way to find him directly, and I don't know that person, so I can only ask you for help." I don't know if it's the same woman, but the blonde beauty said more words in one breath than the total amount of dinner today.

"Wait, wait, wait, you don't know, then we can't help you find it." Pera frowned a little unhappily, mentally classifying the blonde girl as the kind who had been idle at home for too long and came to find trouble with curiosity.

"I don't know him, but Pete, a member of your mercenary group, had a conflict with him when he was in the small town of Tintagir, so you should be able to see it when you see it again." As she spoke, the blonde woman took out a magic crystal loan coupon from the headquarters of the Aparton Magic Guild from her armor's bracers.

"Sizzle~5,000 gold coins. Sister Pera, do you see this? The group of mercenaries on the side couldn't sit still for a long time, and now they all moved when they saw the five thousand gold coins they took out at once.

Pera, on the other hand, groaned after putting away the loan voucher handed over by the other party. "This question shouldn't be asked, but I'm still curious."

The girl didn't speak, just pursed her lips and smiled gracefully, signaling the other party to continue asking.

"Is the person you're looking for the captain of the Tintagil garrison, or the magic apprentice that Pete met in the small town of Tintagir?"

"Whether it's the commander of the garrison corps, or the magic apprentice, all I'm interested in is that sword."

The deep pupils reflected the bright light of the torches, and the orange leather-clad woman in the square.

In the end, Miss Pera nodded, and to the cheers of the mercenaries, a man in a rabbit mask walked to the middle of the square.