Actually, I refuse to play cards, because I don't know much about playing cards, and I am a person who doesn't like board games. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut the brothers were too enthusiastic, and I didn't want to chill everyone's hearts, so I reluctantly sat down at the table. No matter what the process is, I can't help but feel sorry for my brothers...... , I'll pay for the taxi, and I'll treat you next time.

In addition, some book friends said that my writing is cowhide, and I was really moved. I've always felt that my writing is at the level of elementary school students, 555, and I've been praised by others. As for the comments that follow, I humbly accept them, and I will definitely change them in the next book. Thank you for your comments and suggestions.

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Rosie has met so many different people, from the handsome and miserable female killer Andiel of the year, to the ugly and desperately ugly. With his well-informed experience, he still has a very high opinion of the people who came.

Nearly two meters tall in this era and environment that greatly admires the value of personal force is the most enviable and hated height, the strong muscles are as angular as sculptures, the chest seems to be equipped with two small motors, and the chest muscles of the C cup occasionally shake with his smile. The resolute face has upright facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the tips of the eyebrows are slightly raised, which is both stable and a little flying. His short golden hair shone with a dazzling light, and the slight smile on his face made this hero, who seemed to be out of place with mortals, a little more approachable and pure.

His name is Sekesta, a hero who wields the power of metal.

The drunks in the tavern, or those who were sober, all stood up and raised their glasses, shouting in unison in excitement, "To our Sexta!"

The splash of hops made the aroma of wine in the tavern a little stronger, and Sekesta raised his hands and smiled indissolubly, nodding slightly reservedly, in response to everyone's compliments. The waitress Landuo got tired of being in Sekesta's arms in the midst of people's whistles, and the latter gently held Landuo's shoulder, although it was a refusal, but it did not make Landuo lose face, and also maintained his demeanor.

"Give the great Sexta the best wine and the most delicious barbecue, and all the consumption will be mine!", said an old man who seemed obviously wealthy, and this is why everyone fantasizes about being a hero.

In this era, a hero, often the patron saint of a town's safety, can protect the town from monsters or bandits. It can be said that heroes are the foundation of a town and an indispensable support for ordinary people to survive in this world. It can be imagined from this that ordinary people have great respect for heroes, especially now that it is a troubled time, every hero is a guy who is respected by people.

People will offer money, status, women, and everything imaginable, just for his existence.

"Respectable Sexta, give us a few words?!"

Some people who like to be lively couldn't help but shout, and soon everyone responded.

Standing on the edge of the bar, holding the handle of the shot glass, Sekesta thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't know what to say, so let's talk about something that people might be more concerned about." The matter of the East Castle has been clarified, and there may be a Deadpool there, and in the near future His Excellency the Archon will offer sacrifices to the gods and send a raiding party. So please rest assured, there will be a result in this matter, and don't listen to some gossip and demagoguery. ”

"It's so scary, no wonder so many people die!"

"Beloved Sekesta, can't you or the other heroes directly crusade against this Deadpool?"

The crowd erupted, and Deadpool, like many Divine Servants, Divine Fighters, and even Heroes, was a mortal who had received the gift of the gods. But unlike many mortals gifted by ordinary gods, Deadpool's gods are all gods of the underworld. The god of the underworld is different from the god of death, the god of death is actually the god of killing, but he uses the power of death as a weapon to fight, and is not keen on killing the gods. But the god of the underworld is different, the god of the underworld is not keen on people's recognition of him, and even the god of the underworld is often a god who is relatively isolated and wanders outside the god family.

In addition to controlling the power of the dead, their greatest need for existence is the souls of various creatures. It can be said that the god of the underworld and his Deadpools kill purely for the sake of death, there is no justice, there is no evil, only killing for the sake of killing.

Deadpool is a divine servant who is responsible for killing living beings and using the souls of the dead to please the gods of the underworld, and is also the most hated and disgusted divine servant, once he finds out that Deadpool appears, it often immediately arouses people's anger. They will bring death, and in order to avoid death, people will form teams and summon heroes to fight against these Deadpools.

It's just that from Sexsta's words, some people with a little bit of brains have found that this Deadpool may be stronger than Sexsta, or other heroes in the city. Otherwise, the Archon would not have sacrificed to the gods, nor would he have waited for the results of the sacrifice to come before taking a crusade against the Deadpool.

Sacrifice often means something that mortals cannot solve, and it is necessary to obtain the consent and attention of the gods, to send down certain divine powers, or to guide the appearance of certain powerful divine servants.

So...... Some people have begun to secretly worry, hoping that this Deadpool will not enter the city, and even if he does, it is better not to anger himself.

Rossi swallowed the last piece of toast into his mouth and chewed it a few times, swallowing the wine in his glass. He pulled out a silver coin and a few coppers and placed them on the table, glanced at Sexta from afar, and got up to leave. Perhaps sensing that unusual gaze, the extremely perceptive Seksta looked at Rossi's back and frowned.

Obviously, the owner of that gaze is not a mortal, and the most annoying thing for a hero is to enter his own territory with a guy with the same great power as himself. Because you never know if this guy's purpose is good or bad, and whether it will cause irreparable damage or impact on his own territory.

It was already dark, so Rosie casually found a more formal-looking inn to live in, freshened up, and lay down on the bed, quietly waiting for the next day.

Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, the rooster's crowing sounded the horn of the beginning of the day, the first rays of dawn grazed the spires of the city walls, and the plumes of smoke rose and the seductive aroma of cooking filled the city. The city, which had been silent all night, slowly woke up under the morning sun. Once again, the quiet streets were filled with pedestrians, and merchants placed their wares on the roadside to attract customers.

There are not as many pedestrians on the road today as there were a few days ago, and many people have run to the temple to watch the sacrifices, and many people have seen this kind of scene several times in their lives, and even once in their lives.

Rosie tidied up her clothes, paid for a week's stay in advance, and got out of the hotel in a light car. He would rather go to the East Fort than to sacrifice.

Deadpool is really uncommon, and once it appears, it will be the first time to be destroyed, and he wants to see what this kind of guy who hates ghosts is like, and he also wants to feel the power from the dead.

The guards guarding the city gate were a little listless, looking in the direction of the temple from time to time, so that they had no impression of the people who had just entered and exited the city gate.

After walking east for about an hour from the city gate, a simple ancient castle covering an area of more than ten acres appeared in sight. The castle has a wall nearly 20 meters high, and a small moat, with hanging gates spread across the river on both sides of the moat, and a metal iron fence made of copper locks the entrance to the city.

Although it was populated not so long ago, it was already desolate.

In addition to this, there is a hint of gray disgust.