"You're dancing so well. ”

In the backyard of the inn, the night is dark, the noise of the antechamber and the street is hard to hear, and in the empty courtyard, a few black roses bloom quietly in the corner, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Not far away, Murphy quietly leaned against the wall, looking at the lazy beauty snuggled up to him in front of him, and the bewitching woman leaned lazily on his chest, looking at him with a smile.

"You're nice too, baby. Murphy replied softly.

"Do you want to dance with one finger, or something else?" asked the woman with a meaningful smile.

"All of it, just perfect. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Murphy's mouth.

"You stinky men, you are all the same, one thing on your lips but another in your heart!" the woman gave him a coquettish look, turned around and wanted to walk away, but Murphy reached out and put his arm around her slender waist and hugged her back into his arms.

"What are you going to do?" asked the woman delicately looking back, without the slightest fear in her tone.

"Why do you knowingly ask in a garden where roses are blooming?" said Murphy, looking at her calmly and smiling.

"There are many kinds of roses, I don't know which one you want?" asked the woman, snuggling her head on his shoulder, with a smile.

"The red roses are delicate, but the black roses are more charming, aren't they?" said Murphy, caressing her cheek with his hand.

"I knew you weren't at ease. The woman smiled meaningfully, and suddenly stretched out her arms around his neck, and brought her red lips forward to kiss him, Murphy silently closed her eyes and hugged her, the expression on her face seemed to enjoy the privacy in the tranquility.

Out of sight, one of the woman's hands quietly lifted her long skirt and pulled out a shiny short knife from the belt tied to her thigh, and she continued to kiss Murphy as she held the knife in her hand and aimed the tip of the knife at his waist and abdomen.

Just as she was about to swing the knife at Murphy, a loud gunshot suddenly came from the second floor of the hotel, and Murphy, who heard the gunshot, raised his hand around the woman and grabbed the long hair that was scattered behind her back, and the other hand quickly snatched the sharp knife from her hand.

"'Black Rose' Julia, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Murphy stared into the woman's surprised eyes, and the knife fell and slit her throat, the woman knelt at Murphy's feet with her bleeding neck, and the "Scorpio" gave her a cold look, dropped the knife beside her and turned away.

In the lobby of the hotel, the sudden sound of gunfire startled the people who were singing and laughing, and everyone looked upstairs with trepidation, not knowing what was happening, and several bold men went up to the second floor in a group, and found the door of a room open.

They cautiously walked in, and saw a shirtless man lying on the bed, with a large hole in his head, blood and brains staining the sheets, and the room was empty.

Several people who saw the corpse were terrified, and hurriedly rushed downstairs and shouted: "Murder, someone is dead above!"

The people who heard this shout scattered in a hurry, and the gray-cloaked man sitting in the corner got up and left the hotel in the crowd, and with a premonition, he hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and turned into a dark and narrow alley.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?" he muttered to himself as he walked, just now he saw Murphy coming in from the backyard, but not Julia's shadow, which already gave him a sense of foreboding, which, coupled with the sound of gunshots and shouts of "dead man" from upstairs, made him feel that something was wrong.

Just as he was about to walk out of the alley, a dark figure suddenly came out of the alley, his red-hot cigar glittering in the darkness, and he saw his gaze fall on the face of the gray cloak and say, "The festival banquet is only halfway through, is there any hurry to leave in such a hurry?"

Hearing the other party call out his name, Jasper, the bounty hunter nicknamed "Gray Fox", took a step back in horror, stared at the ghostly man in the darkness and asked, "You designed all this, right?"

"That's right," Rog said with a smile as he lifted his weather-beaten face under the black wide-brimmed hat, "It's just a matter of planning, Tykes' presence has made me realize that you three are nearby, you don't think I don't know anything about it, do you?"

He spat out a smoke ring unhurriedly, looked at the panicked expression on Jasper's face with a smile and said, "To be honest, Albert and Julia did a good job, they acted very seriously, and they did a good job of bribing the hotel owner to drug Catherine, but do you really think you can deal with the 'lone wolf' with this?"

"We do underestimate you!" Jasper nodded meaningfully, his right hand quietly reaching for the corner of his cloak, grasping it in his hand.

"It's just you now, how do you want to play?" Rogge looked at the other nonchalantly, as if a cat was teasing its prey.

"Try this!" Jasper jerked off his gray cloak, and a row of blades fixed to the inside of the cloak flew towards Rog in an instant.

Rogge stood motionless, unhurriedly twisting his waist, swinging his hips, tilting his head, the blade kept flying against his body, whistling one after another, but none of them hit the target, when the last blade flew towards his chest, Rogge flicked the cigar in his hand lightly, and the blade was instantly knocked away.

"Is there anything more fun?" he asked Jasper, yawning.

The "gray fox" looked at him dumbfounded, gritted his teeth and lifted his cloak again to throw out the rest of the blades, and he rushed towards Rogge after him, and suddenly saw a figure flash, Rog instantly circled behind him, stumbled under his feet, and Jasper's center of gravity was unstable and he immediately fell to the ground.

He turned over and sat up in a panic, saw Rogge shrugged his shoulders and said, "I hope you have other weapons, if you don't it will be a big deal!"

In a hurry, Jasper tore off his ash cloak from his back and threw it at Rogge, jumping up from the ground and running in the direction of the alley, when he was about to rush out of the alley, he was suddenly kicked from behind, and a dog fell to the ground.

"As a fox, don't you think you're a little stupid if you want to race against wolves?" Rogge scoffed as he stepped on his back.

He looked up at the other end of the alley, and said to Jasper, "But I can give you a chance, if you run fast enough, start from here, and disappear from that end of the alley before I count to ten, and I'll spare your life." ”

He removed his foot and kicked at Jasper, who rolled over from the ground, glanced back at the other end of the alley, and estimated the distance, the total alley was less than ten meters, if it was normal for a few seconds, he would definitely be able to run away, thinking of this, he nodded in agreement.

Rogge gave the order, Jasper spread his two legs and ran wildly towards the other end of the alley, only hating his parents for giving him two legs, when he approached the other end of the alley, Rog's seconds were only six, Jasper seemed to see the hope of life, and rushed to the alley at full speed.

Just when he was only one meter away from the entrance of the alley, his body suddenly froze, maintaining a running posture and not moving, Rogge, who was following behind, continued his count, and when he counted to ten, he stopped beside Jasper and patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, brother, you disappointed me so much." ”

The moment his left hand with the Gauntlet of the Fallen Angel was removed from Jasper's shoulder, the Winged Light Blade flashed across the back of the Gauntlet, leaving an imperceptible streak of blood on Jasper's neck.

With Rogge's turn, Jasper fell to his feet with a "plop", a bloody head rolled to the ground, and Rogge beckoned to the little owl that had retracted the fixed beam on the wall on the side of the alley, and left the alley as if nothing had happened.

He walked calmly through the streets, listened to the rumors of the murder in the inn, passed by a group of vigilante soldiers hurrying by, met Catherine and Murphy at the agreed place, and then left the town of Pisa with them, and walked towards the city of Rome in the thick of night.

"How do you feel?" Halfway through, Rogge asked Catherine with a smile, and the girl was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "How do you feel?"

"How did you feel when you found out for the first time that your beauty could be used to kill someone?" asked Rogge with a smile.

Hearing his words, Catherine's face flushed with shame, and she rubbed her hands embarrassedly and said, "I was just a little nervous at first, but after thinking about it, I was really embarrassed and scared......"

"With Monica hiding by your side, what are you afraid of?" Rogge glanced at Xiaohualing with a smile, and said as he walked: "Trust me, baby, you will get used to it, beauty is the usual weapon of female rangers, and it is a weapon for killing, of course you have to choose a good target!"

He looked at Murphy with deep meaning, and the latter smiled faintly and said, "Julia would never have dreamed that she would be planted here, and it is her usual method to trap others with beauty......"

But she didn't expect that this time she would be the target of booby-trapping. Roger smiled and said, "Like I said, hunters are also prey, and no one can hunt anyone forever." ”

"What about you?" asked Murphy, who wasted no time in interjecting.

"Me?" Rogge laughed when he heard this, he looked back at Catherine, who was looking at him with concern, and said, "Didn't the man who took me as a prey already appeared?"

Catherine blushed when she saw him make fun of the incident at the time of the encounter again, and suddenly heard the little furball jumping on Rogge's hat and shouting, "The bad wolf is my prey, no one else can take it, but I am a bird at the top of the food chain!"

"I see you're a bird standing on top of pots and pans!" Rogge rolled his eyes and said to Catherine and Murphy, "You know what? After you two were gone, the little scoundrel ate a table of dishes, and at the end there was a chicken leg that I hadn't finished eating, and if I hadn't dragged her, I would have almost caught up with Jasper." ”

"By the way, I forgot, I still have a chicken leg!" The little furball screamed, and turned into a little Lori directly on Rogge's head, sat on his head and pulled the two calves down his face, and took out the chicken leg from the dry food bag and gnawed it down.

"Oh, what did I do, why should I warn this little bastard!" Rogge said with a sigh as he tilted his head to avoid the two calves dangling in front of her.

A few days later, the group finally arrived at the city of Rome, and in front of the magnificent city gates, they saw a group of people gathered in front of the notice board to watch something, and the three of them squeezed into the crowd to see that there was a freshly posted notice on the sign, and the content of the notice turned out to be a death notice.