The vice-captain of the Night Falcon team, the half-elf Uniken Skylark, walked lightly through the crowded streets, cheerfully responding to everyone who greeted him. Whether it was strange or familiar www.biquge.info he reciprocated with a smile full of youthful vitality, as if the sun in the whole sky was shining brightly on that handsome and childish face.

But in reality, Uniken's mood is not bright, on the contrary, he is depressed. He didn't know if the feeling of depression came from the series of setbacks during this time, or from the young man with a baby face and flaxen hair next to him.

Vonderrick, a member of the Night's Falcon team, is a well-known relic adventurer and desert guide. Few people know that he was a professional assassin who specialized in wet work, often infiltrating teams of mercenaries and then cleverly killing his target, most often disguised as if the person had been killed.

Coincidentally—or unfortunately—Uniken was one of those in the know.

Not only did he know the true occupation of the dragon, but he also knew what the tiny leather ring he hung from under his neck was.

Elves love nature and cherish life. Although Uniken Skylark joined the mercenaries and had not had blood on his hands, he at least did not despise his life, let alone draw the pair of "War Dancer" daggers outside of the mission.

Vonderrick seems to be the opposite, he has little interest in honor and victory, and more appreciates the helplessness and mourning of the loss of life, which is horrific in its ferocity. Few members of the Night Falcon team were willing to go on a mission with the Sharptooth Cats, so the burden had to be placed on the shoulders of Uniken Skylark, the vice-captain.

The celebration of the two new Grandmasters in the Apothecary's Guild continues. The Lord's Mansion poured a fortune into it, inviting singers, clowns, bards, and jugglers, as well as several well-known parade bands to stir up the atmosphere.

After getting paid enough, these artists are very dedicated, all dressed in performance costumes, roaming the streets day and night, and can see wonderful juggling or hear enthusiastic singing at almost every intersection.

Colours, crowds and lights brighten up the night in the city-state of Coventry.

A guy wearing heavy makeup and a red and white clown costume suddenly jumped out of the roadside, arms outstretched, like a big bird intending to prey. "Ha, what mysterious forest is this the elven prince from?Come dance, come and sing the prince, come and hug the prince! No one sleeps tonight, let's sing and sing together!"

With a light stride, Uniken dodged the clown's warm embrace. "The elf's body can't be touched casually, unless you want to be unlucky every day in the new year. He kept a straight face and admonished with a bluffing line that was always very effective.

"Clowns' hugs and banters are no-holding. The fellow seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and although his steps were fast, he seemed to stagger, "Even at the Duke's banquet, are you shy, elven prince? ”

"The Wonderland Jungle is not a duke's banquet, put away your tongue, or be careful of adding a hole in your neck. Uniken accentuated his tone as he spun around and dodged the clown's embrace again.

Passers-by burst into laughter, some were whistling, others were shouting something in a half-drunk muffled voice. The drunken clown, encouraged by the cacophony of voices, could no longer hear Uniticon's warning, and opened his arms for the third time.

The smiling dragon?vendrick stuck to it, wrapped his arms around the clown, and rubbed his right hand under his ribs. The clown struck a stir, as if he had woken up a little drunk, but his steps seemed to be more staggering.

"Friend, you've drunk too much. Vonderrick exclaimed in a hearty voice, "Don't pester our elves, it's not good, you should go back to sleep." ”

The clown's face was a little confused, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say. With a push of both hands, Vendrick pushed the clown over to a bystander, then tilted his head towards Uniken, "Well, it's that simple, it's solved." ”

Euniken's face was a little ugly, and he could barely keep his smile. But in full view of everyone, he could only barely hold back and keep his voice to a minimum, "You're hurting again, sharp-toothed cat, remember what conditions you promised me before you went out?"

"Of course I do. I don't hurt anyone, heck, I've always remembered it. Von Derrick's doll had a good smile on his face, and he stretched out his left hand and hooked Euniken's shoulder, "I didn't hurt anyone at will, first of all, that guy was pestering you without playing, and secondly, I didn't hurt him, I just killed him." ”

Uniken knew very well that the Joker was hopeless, unless a mentor-level pharmacist happened to be here and found the vicious wound under the Joker's ribs in time. Vonderrick is a skilled assassin in the body, and the "sharp teeth" he uses are several pieces of transparent crystal as thin as a cicada's wing, with the edges polished like razorblades, and when pierced into the human body, it does not even cause much pain.

In a maximum of three minutes, the drunken clown will fall unconscious from massive bleeding from subcostal trauma. Not daring to delay, Uniken hurried out of the crowd, leaving behind the noise and laughter, and briskly walked away along the slightly sparsely crowded alley.

On carnival nights, there are definitely many people who collapse to the ground due to drunkenness and fatigue, and although there is still a chill in the spring night in Coventry, it is rare for people to freeze to death. These guys tend to spend the night lying on the streets, and they don't wake up until the next morning.

Under normal circumstances, no one would suspect the cause of the Joker's death, at most they would sigh that he was a stupid guy who drank too much, and no one would recall the skirmish between Uniken and the Joker.

The two of them arrived in front of the City Lord's Mansion, the largest square in Coventry and the main venue for the carnival night. High platforms were erected on the left and right sides of the square, and two parade orchestras were competing to perform. Qingyue's flute, melodious lute, high-pitched bone whistle and thick drum converge into a lively and noisy carnival hymn, which makes Uniken, who loves light and beautiful music, frown, and just wants to plug his pointed ears.

Vonderrick appreciated the excitement very much, and his smile widened as he swept his gaze around the load-bearing wooden pillars below the high platform. "Just that ......place," he said, pointing to one of the inconspicuous wooden posts, "move your hands and feet lightly, and then the stage will be a little crowded on and offstage, and it will ...... There was a bang. ”

"And then there were a lot of casualties, and we were also trapped in the square to be examined and interrogated, and we ended up ruining the big sister's big thing, right?" Uniken moved his teeth and let out a creaky sound from his mouth, "Von Derrick, your mind is full of killing and blood, do you want to have your nails pulled out by your eldest sister?"

"Oh, that's still not going to be. Vonderrick made an exaggerated crunching gesture, "Okay, it's business, how are we going to get in touch with Clever Tongue?"

"We don't know yet, or rather, we can only stay here and wait for Qiaoyu to contact us. Unican glanced towards the door of the City Lord's Mansion, and the surging crowd almost completely filled his sight, "No way, there are so many guests attending the banquet, it is estimated that Qiaoyu is already busy, let's go and fill our stomachs first." ”

Vonderrick raised his hands in agreement with the suggestion, and the two quickly squeezed out of the square and into a food shop that smelled of cooking fire. Business here was so good that Uniken struggled to squeeze to the front of the counter and looked at the smelly food a little sluggishly.

The shop sells a wide variety of food, but none of them are very suited to Unicorn's tastes. At the counter, a mountain of spice-filled grilled chicken thighs is piled up, followed by fried spicy potato fries and pork blood sausages, and a vaguely patterned copper basin filled with steaming wild boar stew, seasoned with diced mushrooms and green olives. The chubby shopkeeper struggled to lift a golden lamb chop and slammed it on the other end of the counter, splashing hot lamb fat and gravy that made the crowd retreat slightly, provoking bursts of laughter and scolding, and then rushing forward in a hurry.

"I'm starving to death, little lark, what are you doing?" vonderrick grumbled, then stood on tiptoe and waved his arms high. "Hey, boss, bring me a grilled chicken thigh, a spicy potato and a big bowl of stew, plus two lamb ribs, yes, if you have a glass of Koras Golden Ice Wine, if you don't have a dragon tongue flame, the pointed ear in front will pay the bill!"

The fat boss happily agreed, but only after getting Eunikon's approval did he pack the food into a large wooden tray and deliver it. "Pretty lad, what are you going to do?" the fat boss saw Uniken's hesitation, grinned, and dragged a barrel from under the counter.

"This is the salad of the day, cabbage, sweet beans and corn, with some boiled potato wedges, topped with raspberry sauce from the highland forests, the light taste is perfect for the elven tongue. ”

Uniken nodded happily, added a small bowl of stew and two pieces of black bread, and then squeezed out of the crowd with the food and came to von Derrick, who was sitting on the floor.

"We'd better hurry up and eat and then go back to the City Lord's Mansion and wait for Qiaoyu's contact. The half-elf said as he broke off half of the black bread and dipped it in the fragrant broth, "It's crazy, it looks like no one will rest all night, only the gods know when the clever tongue will be able to take time." ”

Vendrick grabbed a chicken leg and bit it hard, taking care to avoid the grease dripping from the dripping leg so as not to stain his valuable new coat. This new coat was specially purchased by him in order to infiltrate the City Lord's Mansion, and it was worth a lot of money, and he looked like a noble young master after wearing it, but no noble young master would wear a coat stained with oil, so he had to be uncharacteristically careful.

"He'd better show up soon, the drumsticks taste so good. Vonderrick had food in his mouth and said vaguely, "The eldest sister only gave us three days, and if we can't sneak into the City Lord's Mansion by then, the whole plan will go wrong." Spicy potatoes also taste good. ”

Uniken felt the urge to gnash his teeth again, but this time before he could muster his anger, the door of the shop was slammed open, and a "proclamator" wearing a feathered hat rushed in, blowing a shrill whistle to attract everyone's attention.

"Big news, big news, the two new grandmasters of the Apothecary Guild have led a team to the City Lord's Mansion, and His Excellency Baron Edelman has personally come out to greet him!"