"Absolutely not!"

Dressed in a knight's attire, Cortez slammed his right hand on the table, and the fragile cedar table made a loud noise, as if even the dilapidated Tasker ancestral house was shaking, his angry expression burning even his eyes.

Kayla looked at the middle-aged man with gray sideburns in front of her with some surprise, in just a few days, this leader of the Brotherhood that she once trusted so much, had actually begun to become so irritable - he only mentioned a little or two that the Brotherhood should avoid the limelight, and he would be angry like this?

"You've been deceived by the guy who saved you, saying that we should stay out of the limelight - it's all a lie, to weaken the Brotherhood of Blood Banners!" Cortez looked at Kayla even more in surprise, and really couldn't understand why she would believe this nonsense: "If we shrink our strength and hide all, what will we use to feed and drink the brothers, let alone cover their whereabouts, buy more weapons, where will we get the money?!"

"Uh...... If necessary, I can go to Dongcheng District and open a pharmacy, and the people there shouldn't care too much if I'm a real wizard. Marco Tasker, who had been hiding on the sofa in the back, suddenly raised his hand, scratched his head and smiled: "Cortez, you can go and be a mercenary, Kayla's words, uh......"

"I can go back, the boss of 'Rose Glass' should still want me. Kayla's face showed a bit of determination, and she walked over and hugged Cortez in distress: "Don't put all the pressure on yourself, we will always have a way!"

Cortez smiled reluctantly, obviously not taking their words seriously, and gently patted Kayla on the back: "I'm grateful that you think so, but it's not okay - we are the Blood Banner Brotherhood, and from the day we were born, we want to take revenge on Turin, against this bastard who forgot us all!"

"Homeless veterans, bankrupts lost on the streets, mercenaries abandoned on the battlefield and struggling alone - this kingdom of bastards, the selfish Marcherus family owes each of us, and we must make them understand!" Cortés stared at this goal, he had been fighting for this goal for almost half his life: "If we let go for a while, the hatred will be forgotten, and the more time goes on they will forget the warmth of the stove in their homes, and forget how they have been treated!"

"Okay, well, then we must do our best to complete this revenge, but before that happens, I'd love to figure out one thing. Marco raised his hand in surrender: "Why are the Mineste family willing to help us, haven't they always kept their distance from us?"

All three were silent. In the beginning, the Blood Flag Brotherhood was just a revenge organization set up by Cortez and Kayla, and the "boss lady" used the information she got in Rose Glass to let Cortez and the bloodthirsty Avengers behind him attack those who were once enemies.

After that, Marco Tasker joined, although he was the youngest, but neither Kayla nor Tasker could deny how important his help to the Brotherhood was, not only as a wizard, but also from his mind, making the gangsters of all sizes in Turin City the eyes of the Brotherhood.

Still, they were not able to get on the surface of the underground gang, and at best they were a headache for the Minister of the Interior and the patrol soldiers of the capital—and then an unimaginable extravagance suddenly appeared in front of them.

The kind, wise, and enviable Marquis Holard Minest suddenly intends to offer them a chance for revenge - a supposedly terrifying weapon, a magic weapon that can devour a town of thousands in an instant, and can greatly satisfy the Blood Banner Brotherhood's desire for revenge.

Not only that, but there were no strings attached, and there was no requirement that the Brotherhood pay for it (Cortés could imagine that the weapon was absolutely valuable), and it was given to them for nothing - if anything, it was to let them use it once in Pipe Town, north of Turin, and that's it.

Of course, Cortés could not refuse such a temptation, and he could not refuse: "I don't know what the marquis is going to do, eighty percent is going to use us, but we are also using him - so we don't owe each other!"

"It's really full of honor, touching chivalric demeanor, but it seems that he played you!" Marco rolled his eyes: "A few days ago, I learned from a homeless man in Spear Street that one of the knights of the Knights of the Sacred Tree was killed by a wizard in the south, and now there are rumors everywhere that it was done by the Dominicians - the kingdom of wizards, and people can't help but suspect it." ”

"If we use that magic weapon, we'll be connected to the evil wizards of Dominica, and the Blood Flag Brotherhood will be seen as traitors, and the gap between traitors and Avengers seems to be a little bigger. Marco shook his head: "The suicidal gesture is very powerful, but the Brotherhood will surely perish as a result - if we become traitors, the soldiers of the entire city of Turin will be rallied and slaughter us completely." ”

"Are you scared, if you're scared, leave now!" Cortez became impatiently furious, his eyes bloodshot at Marco: "This is my best chance for revenge, and I won't allow anyone to destroy it!"

"Yes, I'm scared - I'm afraid you're going to take all of us to die for that crazy goal of yours!" Marco smiled and glared back without flinching, "I watched the Brotherhood grow and grow stronger, I can't let it end up like this, we should make everyone who joins the Brotherhood proud!"

"Then get out of here with your ridiculous dreams, the Blood Flag Brotherhood is born to be vengeful, and that's the only thing we have to keep going!" Cortez kicked the table open, gasping for breath and gritting his teeth viciously: "Avengers are welcome here, not dreaming cubs!"

"Cortez, Marco!" Kayla suddenly screamed and rushed to the middle to push Cortez away, looking at the two of them with grief, "Look what you look like, especially you - are you going to kill Marco?!"

The dilapidated hall fell into a momentary silence, and Marco blinked and sighed softly—he knew that Cortez would never admit his mistake first, so he patted his ass and sat up from the couch, "Is there anything I can do - for this plan?"

"Now that the Knights have discovered our plans, this headquarters cannot be called for - I intend to ambush them here with a few brethren, perhaps to slow down the group for a while. Cortez said, "Of course it's dangerous, I didn't plan to ......"

"I see, I'll stay here and direct the ambush. Marco nodded silently: "By the way, take all the brothers away, don't let them die here in vain." I know that there seems to be a gang of gangsters in the street lately, and I can use them to borrow knives to kill people. ”

Cortez nodded silently, and turned away indifferently, dragging Kayla with a worried one, leaving Marco Tasker alone in the dilapidated hall, smiling as if waiting for something.

"Now let me see what that Hound of the Order looks like. Marco smiled lazily and sat there muttering to himself, "Don't let me down too much. ”

........................ "Well, this should be it, the last property owned by the Tasker family - it looks pretty shabby." Edward looked around at the pretty little red building, the dilapidated villa huddled in the middle like a monster, unobtrusive.

After confirming the last location that the hound had sniffed, it took Edward nearly a day to find the only clue - the guy who was expelled from the wizarding guild, Marco Tasker's only remaining property was actually nearby, which means that if this guy has anything to do with the Blood Flag Brotherhood, then maybe this is the headquarters of the Blood Flag Brotherhood.

With a little intention of trying it out, Edward stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, still so humble and polite, with a smile on the arrival of a guest, not at all like he was about to go deep into the tiger's den.

The door was opened, but it was not greeted by a hospitable host or a member of the Brotherhood, and the fat man with a fleshy face glared at Edward, and yelled and spat on his cheek: "This house now belongs to Boss Mursault, get away from you little, or I'll eat you clean!"

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to ask if there was once a man named Marco Tasker who lived here, and that person was my friend, and I was in a hurry to find him, remembering that this was his house. Edward looked at the fat man curiously: "Has he moved, where has he moved?"

"Get out, did you hear that?!" The fat man snorted and straightened his fat belly: "There are seven or eight people like me under Boss Muerso's hands, and you are still tender if you want to make trouble!"

"Well, looks like I'll have to look somewhere else. Edward nodded helplessly, and walked backwards - the thread was almost broken: "I'm sorry, forgive me for being so presumptuous. ”

"I'm going to leave, where do you think this is?" the fat man sneered lewdly: "You want me to let you go with a dog's life, unless you lick the soles of my shoes clean, if you can't lick them clean, you have to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Edward immediately punched the fat man in the bridge of the nose, and shook his head at the pig-killing scream.

"I hate this kind of start, really. ”