Hearing the screams of the dancing girl, Murphy and Wood looked together in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that everyone around them had turned to that side, and Murphy hurriedly pulled Wood through the crowd to the place where the incident occurred.

In the center of the tavern hall, surrounded by drunkards, a dancer fell to the ground, covering her face and moaning in pain, and a wine glass fell at her feet, spilling the wine on the floor.

"What's going on?" Murphy looked around in surprise, but didn't see Rogge, and was about to turn away from the crowd to look for Rogge, when a dagger with a red glittering hilt was placed on his neck.

"Blood Shadow Dagger?" Murphy turned his face to look at the owner of the dagger in surprise, he was none other than Wood, the president of the Convict Guild who had just stood and spoken to Murphy.

"Didn't you expect that, Mr. Adventurer?" Wood held Murphy's throat with the Blood Shadow Dagger, stuck his wrist with his other hand, and sneered in a dark voice, "It's a pity that you recognized the wrong person!"

"You're right, he recognized the wrong person, but I wasn't!" Before Wood could finish speaking, another voice echoed behind him, the red light of the winged blades flashing in Wood's throat, and Rog's face slowly peeking out from behind him.

"Oh, lone wolf, you're still so annoying!" Wood looked back at Rog in disgust, and Rogge shrugged at him and said, "That's right, I'm still annoying you as always, that's why I'm holding a knife to your neck." ”

"Do you think this will kill me?" Wood sneered and shook his head, sneering, "No, such a weapon is useless to me, you know what I mean!"

"Of course it's useful, it can cut off your head, and I don't think you'll be able to grow it back into your neck before I draw my silver sword," Rogge said as he leaned closer to Wood and smirked, "So, you know!"

"But you're afraid you won't have a chance to draw that sword!" Wood said with his mouth open, revealing four sharp canine teeth, and roared at Rogge, as a sharp claw pressed against Rog's carotid artery, and Rogge calmly glanced back at the owner of the paw, and the tavernkeeper's fierce face met his eyes.

"Looks like we're all together?" Rogge asked with a smile and glancing at the three of them.

"Any last words, lone wolf, and I will help you convey them to Her Highness Elizabeth!" said the tavernkeeper with a menacing gaze.

"Yes!" Rogge nodded unhurriedly, glanced at the melancholy Murphy, raised his head and said loudly, "Not all sharp knives can pierce boulders, not all fangs can defeat feathers!"

The people present were stunned by his two inexplicable words, and only heard Rogge shout: "Okay, if it's a man, don't be afraid of death, do it!"

As soon as the words came out, the tavern owner behind him swung his claws and stabbed him in the artery, but the black wide-brimmed hat on Rogge's head suddenly rose into the sky, and the black owl flew out of it, and the immobilizing beam of light from his eyes immediately fixed the tavern owner in place.

Almost at the same time, the winged light blade in Rogge's left hand whizzed past Wood's neck, and the blood dagger in Wood's hand slashed through Murphy's throat at the same time, and in a second, three people and a small bird shot at the same time, and between the lightning and fire, they all returned to their stillness.

"No!" With a girl's exclamation, the crowd around them disappeared, the brightly lit tavern disappeared, replaced by the dark silence of the Jackal Barracks, Murphy stood silently, his clothes turned to marble, and the hard collar kept the blade of the Blood Dagger out of his throat.

Behind him, "Wood" had transformed into Shadow Scout Ryan, with a red line of blood on his neck, and his head slowly slid off the cut and rolled to the ground, and his body collapsed at Rog's feet.

Standing still, Rogge's claws on the side of the carotid artery were only a fraction of a millimeter from the throbbing veins, the little owl Lilith soaring above his head, and his black wide-brimmed hat had fallen to the ground.

When Annie, the sorcerous maid with her blood-red wings, broke free from Lilith's immobilized beam and stabbed her claws into Rog's neck, Rog's figure was long out of her range, leaving only an afterimage and Ryan in front of her.

"No, brother!" Anne let out a heart-rending wail at the sight of Ryan's corpse on the ground, and Rogge had already pulled out the silver sword on his back and rushed towards her, Anne dodged and retreated, the silver light of the blade slashing in front of her, cutting off her row of blood-red nails.

"Lone wolf, remember this hatred, I will definitely make you return it tenfold!" Vampire Lori's hateful voice echoed over the Jackal Barracks, and her figure dissipated into a dark red blood mist.

"I will wait for your revenge, just like I wait for other Avengers, that's what I've been doing all my life. Rogge calmly stared at the direction where Anne had disappeared, threw the silver sword in his hand at Ryan's corpse, and after saying this coldly, the corpse had already turned into ashes in the night wind and drifted away without a trace.

"Thankfully, it was so thrilling. Murphy let out a long sigh of relief and stepped forward to Rogge.

"You'll get used to it, brother, and I'm going through this every day in my business. Rog pulled out the silver sword that was stuck into the ground, patted Murphy on the shoulder, and said.

"That's it, the bad wolf bothers me every day, and he doesn't give me a reward!" the little furball fell on Rogge's shoulder, and he appealed.

"Didn't you kill a bad bat, and there's another chance to brag, and that's the best reward for you!" said Rog as he put his sword back into its sheath and grimaced at Lilith.

"How did you identify Ryan?" asked Murphy, curiously following.

"By that wine!" Rogge said as he walked to the man who was lying on the ground not far away, "you should remember that the tavern was just an illusion, they couldn't have real wine, so what was that wine? My nose told me it was blood!"

"Vampires have a natural thirst for blood, even their own blood will spark their cravings, so when that blood is splashed on the ground and the smell spreads around, the bloodthirsty craving will stimulate their aggression, you see?" said Rogge, turning back and winking at Murphy with a slightly teasing wink.

"So you're using me as bait!" Murphy suddenly realized, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart.

"I'm sure you won't get hurt, brother, but this dude of ours isn't as lucky as you. Rogge stepped forward to pick up the man who had fallen to the ground, and Murphy remembered that he was the dancer who had just fallen to the ground, and he saw that the man's white clothes were stained with blood.

"Hey, dude Wood, you've got a pretty face!" said Rog, helping Wood up from the ground and looking at his face blue from his own beating.

"Lone wolf, I knew it would be okay to meet you!" Wood gritted his teeth and pushed Rog away, glaring at Rogge viciously as he glanced at his soiled clothes.

"Then I can only say sorry, but fortunately, there is no bonus for this business, so we don't have to worry about stealing business!" Rogge walked past Wood with a smile, put his face close to him and laughed in a low voice: "Seriously, old man, I really didn't expect you to be so charming as a dancer!"

Wood heard his words and threw his fist, but Rogge had already dodged and slipped to Murphy's side, Wood glared at him hatefully, and said loudly, "I hope you don't see you again in the future!" After saying that, he turned and walked outside the camp.

"Hey, old friend, thank you for being honest!" Rogge shouted as he looked at his back, "But I still want to remind you that it's best not to provoke Elizabeth's men again, if you want to live a few more days!"

Wood didn't answer him, just glared back at him viciously, and quickly disappeared into the night, Rogge stood still looking at his departing back, sighed, and said, "I guess I'm just wasting my words, he won't listen to my advice." ”

He glanced back at the expression on Murphy's face, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "I know what you want to ask, man, it's not hard to know that the dancer is the real Wood, not everyone will smell of garlic!"

He smiled and followed Wood's footsteps towards the outside of the barracks, and Murphy behind him couldn't help but smile, and was about to step to follow, when he suddenly saw Rogge turn around and hold out a finger to him and say, "I know you have another question: how did I know the question you just wanted to ask?"

Murphy looked at him stunned, only to see him smile slyly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Because, you probably don't have any other questions to ask!"

After saying that, he turned around and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, brother, it's almost dawn, and we should go back to report to Grand Master Antonio for the reward!"

"The credit is mine, and the Grand Master's reward must be given to me!" cried the little furball fluttering its wings.

"What a greedy little greedy bird, without my wise command, how could there be this victory?"

"How can you command? Big stupid wolf!"

"Of course, isn't the code word I told you and Murphy a wise command?"

"No, I didn't understand what the hell you're talking about!"

"So you're greedy and stupid, little stupid bird!"

"I'm not stupid! I'm a smart bird!"

Looking at Rogge and Lilith who were arguing in front of him, Murphy couldn't help but smile, his mind couldn't help but reflect Catherine's smiling face, a sense of urgency to see her spontaneously arised, he hurried to catch up with them and asked loudly, "Hey, forgive me for interrupting, we don't have to walk back with our legs, right?"

......

When the little owl flew back to the centaur camp with Rogge and Murphy, it was already dark, and the little furball landed in the center of the camp, lowered them down and turned back to their original form, and then yawned and flew onto Rog's shoulder.

"Why is it so quiet, where have all the people gone?" Rog looked around at the silent camp, and there was no sign of a single person around him, except for the grass hut left by the centaurs, and there was not even a sound to be heard.

"Nothing is going to happen, is it?" said Murphy, looking around suspiciously.

"Let's go ahead, according to the original plan, they shouldn't have left here, we agreed to meet here!" Rogge said as he strode deeper into the camp, Murphy following him vigilantly around him.

Suddenly, a man rushed out of a grass hut and took a step forward and flew to the ground.