The sound of small conversations came from the inner space of the temple, and the figure of Amos made a forward gesture and retreated into the darkness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a dimly lit corridor with decorative columns every 10 feet on the walls on either side, and a thick layer of ash on the bluestone floor. At the end of the corridor is a double-open door with a relief of the Angel of the Eternal Dead spreading its wings. The bronze round latch sheath in the middle of the gate is covered with green rust marks.

Byron put his ear to the door, and there was the frolicking of several bullies inside, and Byron listened for a while, he raised his hand and held out three fingers. He believed Amos must have seen it.

After listening behind the door for a while, and after confirming that there were only three people, Byron straightened up and kicked the door open.

The three bullies were sitting around the stone bed by the wall, with dirty scarlet cloaks under their buttocks, cards in their hands, and looked at them in dismay. Byron, of course, wouldn't give them a chance to react, and the frozen ray hit the bully closest to him head-on.

Then Byron pulled out the sword behind his back and leaned behind the door, he was no match for the two bullies. One bully rolled and picked up his dagger, while the other bully, facing Byron, picked up the crossbow at his feet. Byron screamed and began to retreat sharply.

The bully's body blocked the crossbow, otherwise Byron would have been the first to attack.

Although the crossbow takes much longer to reload than a bow, it has a longer range, greater lethality, a higher hit rate, and lower requirements for the user. An ordinary person can operate without much training, and can quickly become a master of crossbows, and has an incredibly high hit rate, enough to kill any unprotected mage.

Lun had asked Amos, and the bald fellow looked at Byron contemptuously and said, "You can't afford it, and besides, do you dare to use it?"

Byron had no doubt that the crossbow came from the owner of the manor, and only these nobles had access to such a thing, after all, the crossbow was a strictly regulated military weapon, and almost every crossbow had a detailed origin and destination.

A faint blue ray flew out of Byron's finger, and the bully rolled out of the way, and shot the crossbow arrow with his backhand, and Byron saw him raise his hand, and immediately took a step behind the half-open door, dodging the crossbow arrow.

It was the first time Byron had met someone who could dodge the rays, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned, and Amos appeared at the door and rushed in through the half-open door. Cheers rang out from inside.

Byron quickly stretched out his head and glanced at the situation in the field, the bald uncle was playing two and two, and he did not fall behind. The bully threw the crossbow aside, and he didn't have time to reload the crossbow arrows, but held a short knife in his hand, constantly defending against the uncle's fierce attack.

Byron glanced greedily at the crossbow on the ground, then held out his hand. The two bullies suddenly changed their tactics, and the two of them spread out, and their feet began to move quickly.

Amos stared at a bully and shot with all his might, and the guy also knew that life and death were in an instant, and he danced the short knife impenetrable, and the uncle was a little clueless with a dagger. The other bully took a few steps back and realized that Byron was just bluffing, and he immediately slashed at Amos with a short knife. The bald uncle had begun to gasp violently at this time.

Since spells are difficult to hit head-on, Byron ran up with his long sword and slashed at a bully, and the other party's face showed joy, and the spellcaster dared to come to the front to seek death. He turned sideways slightly, dodging Byron's slash, the disdain in his eyes was about to overflow, and he actually slashed the long sword like a knife. The flaws revealed by this wide-opening slash were like telling him, come and cut me. The bully's dagger slashed from the bottom up, and Byron was now deflected by the inertia of swinging the sword, almost unavoidable.

The bully smirked, and then his pupils shrank to see Byron's left index finger peeking out from under his right elbow, and the icy chill on it made him shudder. The bully leaned slightly at the last moment.

Two screams erupted at the same time in the ground, and a huge gap was cut in Byron's waist, and blood flowed out. The bully wasn't feeling good either, he was hit in half of his face by Byron's freezing ray, and the pain in his eyes made him realize that he couldn't see there anymore.

The bald uncle's side was also in a stalemate, and the thieves did not have an advantage in attacking head-on, and just now they used up most of his physical strength with one or two. The bully didn't want to attack, he defended with all his might, and soon Amos was sweating down and had to slow down his offensive in exchange for breathing space.

The wounded bully seemed to be provoked to ferocity, and he endured the sharp pain and threw himself at Byron, who was lying on the ground with his waist clutched. Byron lay on the ground, feeling a chill in his body, his consciousness and vision began to blur, and a magnifying shadow rushed in front of his eyes. At last he remembered that he was on top, so he stabbed the sword in his hand upward, and a stream of heat poured over his face.

"It's so warm......," Byron fainted, dazed.

The uncle quickly re-attacked, and the bully was grazed by a pitch-black dagger under a mistake, and his breathing became rapid in an instant. It is known that these guys with daggers love to smear poison on their weapons.

The bully felt like he was getting hot, his breathing was harder, and his movements stiffened.

Soon, he fell under the rapid attack of Amos.

The bald uncle turned his head and went straight to Byron, who was unconscious on the ground. He took out a bottle of "holy water" from his waist bag and poured it into Byron's mouth, and used a thin needle to sew up the wound on Byron's waist bit by bit, and finally smeared the liquid remaining in the bottle of holy water on the wound.

The bald uncle glanced at the three corpses lying on the ground, all of them with fanny packs on their bodies. The middle-aged bald uncle, who hadn't touched a human corpse for a long time, felt that his hands were a little itchy, and he comforted himself that he was trying to recover the loss of using the holy water. So he stretched out his sinful hands and ripped off the first pocket.

"It's a bit heavy. Uncle Amos sighed, and then he opened his pocket, and several of the jewels inside flashed into his eyes.

Get rich!

He took out the gems, which were two purple garnets, and as a grocer, he instantly judged the approximate value of the gems, each of which could be sold for at least 10 to 15 gold coins.

With a smile, he poured out the contents of his entire waist bag, and there were 5 gold coins and 12 silver coins in it.

"What is this?" the uncle saw a ring from under the gold coin, and when he took it to his eyes, his face changed instantly.

It was a platinum ring, and on the front of the ring was a square coat of arms, and Amos recognized the origin of the coat of arms at first sight, not because he was well-informed, but because the land on which he was standing at the moment belonged to the family coat of arms of Arnold, the owner of this coat of arms.

The uncle immediately dumped the contents of the other bullies' pockets on the ground, and under the dim oil lamp, several platinum rings were found. The Baron obviously didn't need so many rings of the same kind.

Moreover, when Baron Arnold appeared in the town before, the bald uncle was not without drooling at the lord's palm full of gemstone rings.

A feeling of being implicated in a big event made the bald uncle instantly germinate the idea of escaping.

"No matter. Amos shook his head, shook all the things that needed to be used in his head, and slapped Byron in the face.

"Hey, hey. ”

Who's calling me?

"Hey, Byron?"

Byron struggled to open his eyelids, feeling his body sink a little. He blinked in confusion, and Amos's baldness came into view. His body was still weak, but the voice in his ears gradually became clearer.

"We won?"

"If you don't win, can you wake up?

Hearing Amos's usual complaint, Byron laughed rarely. He looked at the wound, where it had been sewn up, and did not know where Amos had found the needle and thread.

"Can you still go?"

Byron wanted to get up and try, but he didn't feel like he had the strength to stand up, so he shook his head.

"Shouldn't it be? I gave you holy water, why didn't it work?" Amos poked Byron's wound with a puzzled expression, and the pain was so painful that he almost fainted again.

Then the bald uncle suddenly realized something, his face was terrifyingly dark, and he roared bitterly: "That damn bastard dares to lie to me with a fake!"

Byron opened the properties panel and saw this line of small print:

Health (Weak, Dying): 20% (Rejection, halved Elixir effect)

With a long sigh of relief, Byron knew that the man who sold the holy water to Amos had not lied to him, but that his body had not yet adapted to the world. But he couldn't tell Amos.

The bald middle-aged man was arguing on the side: he has been shrewd all his life, but he was deceived by a junior or something.

Byron then learned that the bottle of holy water had been stolen by some thief who had gone to the temple in the town.

Byron waved his hand: "Don't make any noise, go and see if anyone is coming around, for a short time, I'm afraid I won't be able to move, the holy water is starting to take effect." ”

The bald uncle glared at Byron dissatisfied, then left with a dagger.

Byron lay on the ground and took a deep breath, and the noise of chirping was no longer in his ears, and he instantly felt that the temple of death had become amiable. Suddenly, he felt a tumbling in his stomach, and the juice gushing out of his esophagus instantly stained the ground a strange color.

Byron felt even weaker: "Damn it......"

He fell asleep again, and in his blurred vision, a tall figure slowly walked up to him and said jokingly, "Do you want me to give you a ride?"

He smiled, "For the sake of the battles you have fought with me, I'll help you get free." He pressed the blade of the sword in his hand against Byron's heart, and slowly exerted force, the cold blade pierced into Byron's skin, and blood dripped down the blade of the sword to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

Amos returned.

"Oh, Amos, here you are. He smiled slightly, then drew his sword, and after pulling a sword flower, he said, "It took a little time just now, so it's late, I didn't miss anything." ”

Amos glanced at Byron, who was lying on the ground with his head tilted and did not know whether he was alive or dead, tightened the dagger in his hand, and slowly retreated, he still had more important people to protect, and he couldn't risk it for Byron.

"Amos, don't you want to know why I'm late?" the figure smiled again, but with a hint of evil.

Amos ignored him and continued to retreat.

"Your little girl is good, you train well. ”

Amos's retreating steps immediately stopped, the calmness and vigilance on his face turned into thick anger, and his trembling body let out a huge roar: "Sam, you are looking for death!"

"Oh, are all assassins cold-blooded? I thought your daughter was useful. Sam shook his head regretfully: "If I knew it, I would have killed it directly." ”

"Wherever Ariel is, as long as it doesn't hurt her, I promise not to get involved in your business. ”

Sam stretched out an index finger and shook it from side to side, "No, no." Amos, I want you to do something for me, of course, you know what the reward is. ”

Amos slowly controlled his emotions and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Sam smiled faintly, bowed slightly, put his left hand on his waist, and stretched out his right hand into the depths of the temple, and said, "Pathfinder." ”

Amos immediately knew that he was gone, and that he would die. Even if he goes to the end safely, Sam will never let himself go, and he has seen a lot of things about crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.

"Let Ariel go first. ”

"The choice is not yours, Amos. Sam began to frown.

"Sam, you can't threaten me. I haven't used my torture equipment in a long time, I thought, you can try it?" Amos tightened his grip on the dagger and began to move.

Sam's brow furrowed tightly, this guy wanted to get news of Ariel from his mouth. He smiled coldly, then tell him.

"I handed Ariel over to Alan, as long as something happens to me, he will kill your daughter, you have to think clearly before you do it. ”

Hearing this, the bald uncle did not stop, but sped up his speed and rushed to Sam, the two attacked each other for a few rounds, Sam's swordsmanship was obviously not as unbearable as he showed, although it was not exquisite, but it could also be on par with Amos.

At this moment, Alan walked out from behind the door, and in his arms was Ariel who was tied, tears kept falling from the corners of the girl's eyes, and the flesh on her body was dyed red with her entire clothes. Eren rested the rapier on the girl's neck and yelled, "Stop!"

Amos stepped aside, and Sam was obviously pleased with his ashen face, so he smiled again, and this time he stopped talking nonsense, but said directly in a commanding tone: "Amos, go ahead and lead the way." ”

Soon, the four disappeared into the "depths" of the temple.

Byron, who was asleep, was slowly breathing steadily and powerfully, and the wound on his waist began to scab and heal.