What happened that afternoon at the bazaar, Sibi forbade them to mention it to anyone, but nothing unspeakable happened, and after a brief standoff, Mr. W graciously bowed and retreated, disappearing into the crowd of powerless, leaving the three buyers of the pitchfork squad to stand in the middle of the market, speechless.

"Well, Sibby......" Jonah tried to ask about the situation, but the grasshopper shook his hand and put away his magic longbow, and killed Jonah's inquiry in swaddling clothes with a vicious and tearful look of determination.

"Let's go home. Sibi kicked away an obstructive onlooker and walked in the direction of Cherry Ferry first.

Jonah picks up the food the girl has left behind, holds the clay pot, and staggers past Elliott.

"That, Eli......" he asked in a low voice.

The Rose Knight raised his index finger: "Shhh We'd better not ask anything, don't say anything. There will be a chance to explain again. ”

"Uh, okay. ”

Sitting in room A51, it was already dark, and it was time to go to work.

When Toba saw the fat canister of trinematodes, he was so excited that he picked up Jonah and spun around three times, and he made two large wet lip prints on Jonah's head.

"I'm going to make a fire and cook, I'm going to have a good mouth!" The head of the room muttered the recipe for the evening, and Long Ji poured a handful of cold water in time: "Today is the day of rent payment." In the evening, I have Daddy's beef risotto to eat. ”

"Risotto, risotto, trinematode supper!" Sibi jumped up excitedly.

"If I can live until then. Jonah muttered quietly.

Elliot stood beside him, and the unicorn arched the back of the astrologer's apprentice with his mouth in a friendly way, his snow-white mane sweeping over Jonah's cheek, and Jonah couldn't help but giggle.

"It's all right, Your Excellency. The Rose Knight smiled and said, "Just close your eyes and open them again, and the hard time will pass. ”

Jonah stroked the unicorn's head and sighed, "Really?"

"Really. The knight tapped his chest in affirmation.

"Oh well. Jonah glanced at his companions, who were salivating or helplessly discussing the recipe for the famous dish of the Bazelaar Mountains around the strange twisted meat worm ingredients.

The last rays of sunlight descended into the mountains to the west, and the night shrouded the silent cherry ferry, the cherry ferry where a storm brewed in silence.

Jonah closed his eyes.

Jonah opened his eyes.

The light of the star array stung his eyes, and his right hand holding the staff trembled, and a drop of warm liquid slowly flowed down from his forehead, hanging on the corner of his mouth, salty.

The hardest time is over.

The last white sand of the hourglass flowed away, and it was 11 p.m. on April 15. The line of death has been left behind by Cherry Wata.

In the cabin, Daddy had gone to bed, and a large pot of hot, tantalizing beef risotto was placed in the middle of the square, in front of the cabin, for the tenants who had renewed their lease for the next month, but the diners had not yet appeared, and only the corpses remained in the square.

Thirty-six corpses.

Old or young, men and women, of different races, of all occupations, of strange shapes.

The human body was crumpled with steel, an intact hand holding the sword firmly guarding the charred body beside it, the turquoise corpse standing in the distance looked unwounded, but there was the deepest pain in the frozen eyeballs, and beside the remains of a huge bull-bodied Ez, five or six martyrs fell to the side, and with the dying blow of the Ez turned all the enemies around them into hedgehogs covered in steel needles.

Only one person died at the hands of the Pitchfork Squad. A desperate warrior who has not yet scraped together enough money for a room before the death line, unfortunately assigned to an empty room and unable to form a squad, a lone wanderer, a pathetic strongman.

Jonah opened his eyes and saw the warrior's corpse half-kneeling beside him, unstabbed by Jekong's famous sword, the Buddha's tooth, through the back of his head, shattering the last hope in his brain.

The enemy rushed at Jonah's staff and fawn skin bag and fought Jekong for three or four rounds, the sword wind slicing JeKong's scalp and the southerner pinning him firmly to the roof with his tooth. Tick-tock, blood flowed down the long knife to the eaves, and then dripped from the eaves. Blood splattered Jonah's face, and Jekong walked over, reached out and dipped a little blood from Jonah's face, put it in his mouth, smacked it, and sighed.

Jonah wiped the blood from his sleeve. He kept his eyes closed, and he didn't see the killing, -- glad he didn't.

But the dull sound of the sword slashing into the muscles, the screech of the bow and arrow slicing through the air, the explosion of magic hitting the ground, the groans of pain and the wails of dying, he heard them all, and he couldn't help but picture in his mind the last efforts of one team after another before death.

7:23 a.m.: A team that finally got the money for the room rushed to Daddy's wooden house, was intercepted at the edge of the square, and under the siege of more than a dozen attackers, five people quickly fell and lost their combat effectiveness, and the only remaining one deliberately faced the hammer of the opponent's heavy soldiers, and was smashed in the chest. The A-class tenant's right to life is protected by Daddy, and three seconds later, the heavy soldier is bombarded by Daddy. Jonah was unable to find the body of the heavy warrior, except for two feet in steel boots, proving that his master had ever existed on earth.

7:50 a.m.: The team led by the Ezians chased a thief to the square, and the thieves deftly dodged their bows and spears and ran to the cabin at high speed, until the mysterious professional of the Ezid team exploded the air fifty feet away, and a small explosive air mass burst through the thief's abdomen.

The thief dragged the blood and intestines as he crawled, drawing a sinuous red trail, the money pouch in his right hand reaching almost to the threshold of the cabin, and his bulging eyes saw the wrinkled face of the dozing daddy behind the table. His throat rattled, but he couldn't utter the last words of the registration room, and the Ez crushed his vertebrae with the huge hooves of the ox. - Afterwards, Jonah was told that the thieves were powerless people who ventured to infiltrate. He managed to steal the room money from the Ez team, and narrowly escaped the hunt of the angry owner.

At 8:20, the Yizi people paid the room fee and left the square shaking their still full money bags. Without warning, the fire meteor rained down, and the scorching flames reddened the eyes of the Ez, and the monster with a human face, a cow's body, and a body full of steel needles immediately returned fire, and the flying needles puffed into the bloody hole in the attacker's body.

The fire meteor landed on the Ez without pain, without splashing a spark, and the illusionists on the raider team directed the show, leaving the Ez team with a deadly counterattack with a 40-6 add-on. Before the group was wiped out, the Yiz people fired a full-body flying needle on the verge of death, harvesting the lives of five people.

At 9:01, the two teams confronted each other in front of the wooden house. One is a G-class guest room team, they are more protected by their dad than A-class guests, Jonah does not remember the detailed terms, but it seems that serious bodily injuries such as broken bones, disability, rupture of internal organs, massive bleeding, etc., are not allowed, and "directly cause the death of a G-class guest within 144 hours in any way".

The other, to be precise, is a man, a member of the legendary Cherry Wata's strongest squad, V2 "Crumbs". The mercenary named Gwadar was a dark-skinned bearded man with a pair of swarthy cast-iron scepters on his back.

"It's a robbery. "My employer thinks you're not fit to stay in Cherry Crossing, especially after you've messed up that simple mission." Well, drop the money bag and turn away, waste. I promise not to hurt you. ”

The G-Class team decided to resist, which was a bad decision.

Gwadar didn't attack, just drew his scepter, stirred the air, and smashed each of their attacks into the air, and the six people were forced away step by step until the cut-off line ended, when they lost their guest status, and after another fifteen minutes, their visitor A-class clearance was automatically revoked. Gwadar grimaced, smashed six heads one by one with his scepter, stooped down to pick up the money bag, shook it, and turned away.

At 10:20, there was a scuffle. The sound of battle filled his ears, and Jonah couldn't tell what was happening. All it is known is that people keep dying. More than one magician or sorcerer participated, and the ground trembled, "It's spectacular!" Sibi commented beside him.

At 10:30, Daddy yawned, locked the last bloodstained silver coin into the cash box, walked outside the door, lifted the lid of the pot, stirred the steaming beef risotto with a long-handled spoon, and announced: "Thank you for your support, please take care of me next month!"

The fighting immediately stopped.

The newly disenfranchised individuals who have lost their identities are to take cover before the 15-minute A-Class clearance disappears, leaving Cherry Ferry within the four-hour visitor time limit. Bankrupt and bruised, their survival will be extremely difficult, and they will nostalgically glance at the lifeless brownstone houses and walk into the darkness. Blood flowed silently, and fire magic burned vigorously on the stone floor. By tomorrow, the ground will be as calm as ever, and the corpses will be gone, with no sign of a fierce battle that took dozens of lives.