The "bubbling beer keg" is at the end of the alley, and many of the houses on both sides of the alley have recently been added to the top floors.

It was one of the new defenses of the Glove, and as the crowd walked by, a pair of eyes hidden behind the small windows stared at them. However, after the glove made a few secret sounds that resembled a rat cry with its mouth, the peepers carefully avoided their gaze.

Before they could enter the door of the brewery, Quest and his party heard a loud noise inside.

Thanks to the good working relationships with Medici's top brewers, the "bubbling keg" boiler and brewing pool are as clean as new, and its warehouse and bar are not short of real "bubbling kegs".

The "daddy boss" has always been generous, and these booze thugs get three free drinks a day, only to pay for a refill. It's not that they don't have enough drinks, it's that the gloves don't want their men to become drunks.

But there are still many thugs who stay here all day and don't return all night. Many of these people are the original street bigwigs of Spart, and they don't have to be idle here – in addition to cheap drinks and a constant supply of barbecues, the brewery is also a great place to exchange information and sell black goods.

With the deterrence of gloves, at least no one dares to "eat black and eat black" here.

"Hey, did you hear that? The guy from the Tooth Gang is said to have been uneasy lately and wants to get in trouble with his father. And some of them have begun to contact those fat pigs of the Egu family, trying to pry into our corners. ”

"That's going to be a toothless guy, hahaha, I just want to know how much Daddy paid for his rotten tooth. ”

"Man, you're going to have to study hard. Daddy said it was called a 'bounty' or a 'special allowance'. But then again, you have a lot of people, and you're a hard stubble, so you're really so short of money?"

"Alas, it's hard to put into words, this thing is expensive. ”

The leader of the gangsters, who had just been with the others, gathered around the fire with the sizzling roast pigs, suddenly turned pale. He quickly twitched a small piece of gummy candy from his arms, swallowed it in his mouth, and swallowed it quickly after a few bites.

Some of the people around him who could see what he was eating furrowed their eyebrows, and seemed to move a little to the side. This is true even for the few who have always been known to be stingy on the streets, after all, the big guys know the dangers of that thing.

As the gloves led the way into the "bubbling beer keg", many of the gangsters present let out an exaggerated noise, and they were greeting the "daddy boss" or "the big guy of the big guys" in unison.

Having just stepped into the brewery, the Quest team behaved differently.

The brothers Naru and Blue looked at the roasted meat with glowing eyes, the witch doctor Palu looked helplessly at the two gluttonous ogre brothers, the paladin Jensen remembered the decadent time spent by the Legion of Terraotopic Mercenaries during the Armistice of the Abyss, and the desert elf Brach recalled the bonfire feasts of the Salem tribe.

The young blue dragon and his spell advisor glanced at each other, and walked straight to the street gangster leader who had just swallowed something. Under the other's puzzled eyes, Quest picked him up and pulled out the little moon candy left from his arms.

Everyone else who had been around them stood up, their weapons in their hands. But the elite thugs who rushed over at the direction of the glove daddy, and the ospree men who carried exaggerated ebony barbed chains and locked on to these people with eager eyes, immediately put these guys to rest.

"I don't know why this stuff is here. Glove took a small piece of moon candy that Quest had thrown him, and he spoke in a tone full of chagrin and frustration—reminding him of a son who had become addicted to the thing and had been killed by his rivals. This also made his next words sound a little hysterical: "I promised myself that anyone who dares to eat it and buy and sell it in my territory will die." That's what I said!"

Quest, who had the ability to do so, could easily tell that what he was saying was true, and he raised his hand and threw the man he was carrying under his glove. The latter did not allow the gangster leader to make any excuse, and did not even strangle him with both hands with the short knife he had attached to his waist.

When this sudden "execution of the family law" attracted the attention of all the thugs present, and everyone was silent, a cloaked figure quickly and unobtrusively moved towards the direction of the gate.

"Where are you going? ”

When the young blue dragon's playful words reached his ears, Rakshasa immediately knew that his stealth had been discovered. He didn't even bother to tighten his cloak, and immediately jumped to his feet and rushed towards the gate. Just get out of this door, and—

Crashing into the force field wall with all his might, Rakshasa had always considered his quick brain to be down for a moment. As he tried to prop himself up from the ground, the cloak around his neck became like an anchor again, and he was pulled to the ground again.

Seeing what happened to the rakshasa, the many thugs in the brewery immediately made way for a large clearing near the gate - even with their limited knowledge, they knew that there was something supernatural going on there, and there must be danger.

The real danger wandered there.

Using his body to block the gate in the direction of Rakshasa escape, Quis unlocked the restriction of the force field spell. The monster, which was once again able to move freely, looked around quickly, trying to quickly find a way to cause chaos.

In the end, however, he found himself trapped in an encirclement of a three-headed ogre, a strange metal construct with a lifeless body, a paladin, and a desert elf sorcerer.

Maybe it was really his brain that was knocked unconscious, and he actually missed Quiss.

The young blue dragon read Rakshasa's thoughts at this time, and smiled. He moved his body and took off his burqa, which stood windless and hung in front of the brewery. The psychic ability is activated, producing an effect similar to "High Valorism" - for Rakshasa.

Medium-sized demons with "virtual" morale are no longer afraid to reveal their bodies, and they don't care about the exclamations of those around them. He was now thinking about how to tear apart his opponent with his reflexed claws, after all, he was far more powerful than ordinary mortals.

Indeed, the Rakshasa is not weak in the material plane, and can even be called quite powerful. But this is only relatively speaking, at this moment, the opponent faced by this secret agent who exists in the Nine Prisons of Bato is far stronger than he imagined.

The tiger-headed monster seemed to forget that he still had a weapon at his waist, and he leaped up like a real big cat, waving his claws to attack his opponent. His claw strikes are all the more powerful because of his towering stature, and the sharp claws are insidiously hidden between his fingers, and if his opponent is not careful, he will be pierced through the eye and his head shattered.

The ogre man was just about to pick up the ebony barbed chain to help in the battle, when the steampunk half-lich standing beside him stretched out his metal palm and stopped Naru's actions: "Let him play." ”

The Wizard's "empathetic" words were familiar to Quest in a trance—as if a mage had said something similar, and the "he" he was referring to had a strange purple skin. The young blue dragon who turned into a human form showed a smile similar to that "him", and instantly seemed to be possessed by purple potato essence.

A powerful fist pierced through his opponent's claws at a tricky angle and struck him hard into the nose. The rakshasa who couldn't dodge after suffering the pain was grabbed by both wrists, and used his chin to make close contact with Queth's knees, and even the screaming life was choked back.

The young blue dragon opened his bow left and right, and his fists continued to hit the opponent's chest and ribs with the open door. Rakshasa tried to launch a grappling attack, but was stopped by Quest and picked up by the waist - this is the twilight school throwing technique described in the booklet called "The Catalogue of the Nine Swords", and after the monster was lifted and spun for a week, it was whipped to the ground by Quest in a head-to-head stance.

Under the blood flow, the false morale quickly receded. Due to the demonic bloodline of the lower realm, Rakshasa has a physique comparable to that of a two-headed giant, so he was not beaten to death by the young blue dragon who "played".

But his joy didn't last long, and the steampunk half-lich came to him. Sneiard's mechanical prosthetic leg held firmly to the demon's head, and the evil spell that drained the memories came like a shadow.

......

When it awoke again, it found that it had reverted back to the tabby form it used to disguise itself. It lay like a real wild cat on the wall of a house in the city of Spath, surrounded by a net rope that had dried salted fish.

"What's going on?"

Rakshasa's brain seemed to be mixed with sand and mud, and he couldn't remember what he had done yesterday. The demons who were terrified quickly jumped off the wall and ran towards the newly established outpost of Bartow in Spart.

Feeling a little dizzy in his brain, the tabby cat didn't run around the house. It had to hunch down and hurry through the alleys. When it reached the door of the tailor's shop, someone entered the shop before it.

Last night, the half-witch Sneijder had wanted to extract the Rakshasa directly, but found that a very clever curse haunted his soul. If it is forcibly read, it is likely that there is no information to be traced.

The half-lich had a unique approach, erasing only a small part of Rakshasa's memories and transforming it back into tabby form. As expected, the demon who woke up immediately rushed to his lair.

"Boss, I need a new outfit. Blue Dragon, a young man who had been stealthily tracking the tabby cat, smiled at the seamstress he met again.

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