By the time Manuel walked into the Demon Buster Inn with his four fellow dockmen, Strovo had been sitting in a dark corner for an hour.

Following Colonel Lorena's instructions, Strovo asked his brother about some of the Fireblade Clan. Manuel said he never saw the man who tried to bring him into the gang again, but he overheard a short, monkey-cheeked fisherman mention it a few times in Demon Buster. The fisherman named Margot would talk to himself about the Fireblade clan every time he drank a few glasses of corn whiskey. Strovo was desperate to find the man who had recruited Manuel a few weeks ago, but Manuel always said that he had never been seen in Demon Buster since.

Manuel never described a person. In his eyes, Margoz is best described as "sharp-beaked monkey gills", but almost half of the Demon Busters look like this. But Manuel promised that he would recognize the man at a glance as soon as he saw him again. He told Strovo that as soon as the docks were working, he would go to the Demon Buster Hotel.

Strovo has long arrived. He sat down in a corner, quietly observing the drinkers, trying to blend in with the bar's surroundings. But after a while, he was no longer interested in visiting this kind of bar. The table was stained, and the uneven stool was placed on the potholed floor, and it staggered as soon as you sat down. He ordered an ale at the bar that tasted like plain water, and when he was done, he didn't want to refill it. Under such conditions, the bar can still operate, and Strovo can't help but admire the owner of this bar.

Not only that, but Strovo also found the demon skull behind the bar too easy to be distracting. The guy seemed to be staring at him from beginning to end. Nevertheless, after much reflection, Strovo came to the conclusion that it was precisely because of this skull staring at everyone here that everyone was busy drinking glass after glass. Strovo felt that this was a good way to get business.

The men who came with Manuel spoke as loudly as Manuel did, wearing sleeveless shirts and baggy cotton pants underneath. Strovo's brother made a living by unloading ships at the Theramo Pier, and the money he earned was either thrown into the casino or given to the bar. This kind of work consumes purely physical rather than mental energy, which is why Strovo is not at all interested in his brother's work. This is also the reason why his rugged and shallow brother is always happy. Strovo's brother was a man who didn't like to use his brains. Even the training that Strovo received when he was drafted into the army seemed to him too much of a headache. He likes to carry errands, and some people will tell him where to get the boxes and where to move them. And anything more complicated than that, such as fighting with a sword, would give him a headache.

As soon as the dockers walked into the bar, Manuel said, "Find a table." Guys, I'm going to get some drinks. ”

"First round, please?" A companion asked with a grin.

"Dream on—I'll settle accounts with you later. Manuel smiled and walked over to the bar. Strovo noticed that his brother did not go straight to the bar, but strangely squeezed into the middle of the two men standing in front of the bar. "Good evening, Eric. He said hello to the bar owner.

The boss just nodded.

"Two glasses of ale. A glass of corn whiskey, a glass of red wine, a glass of wild boar spirits. ”

Strovo smiled. Boar spirits have always been Manuel's favorite, but it's also the most expensive liquor in the bar. That's why Manuel still lives with his parents, while Strovo has long since set up a separate door.

Eric walked away and went off with the wine on order. Manuel turned to look at a man sitting next to him. The man arrived later than Strovo, but had already drunk his third glass of corn whiskey. "Hey!" Manuel exclaimed, "You're Margoz, aren't you?"

The man looked up and looked at Manuel blankly.

"You're with the Fireblade Clan, aren't you? You were with that guy last time he was hiring. Isn't it?"

"No...... Know...... What are you talking about...... Yes. Margoz was already slurring his speech, and could only barely utter a few words, "Let...... Get out of the way. ”

Margot from the bench, pushed Manuel away, who was about to support him, staggered to his feet, and staggered towards the door.

Manuel gave Strovo a look and nodded. Strovo immediately put down his empty glass and went out into the streets of Theramore.

Roads paved with small boulders connect the buildings of Theramore, like a staggered lattice corridor. The road was originally designed to prevent people, livestock, or consignments from falling into the swamps on either side. Now, many people walk on this road, not on the mud and grass on both sides. Theramore was indeed busy this night. Strovo didn't have to worry about Margot finding out he was following.

Margot crashed into four different people at once, two of whom tried to dodge but crashed into them. Strovo felt that it was better for people on the street to walk alone for the sake of safety. Margot was too drunk to notice that someone was following him on the crowded and noisy street.

Even so. Strovo still did not dare to take it lightly. Based on the experience he gained from his training years, he kept his target firmly in his field of vision, but at the same time kept the maximum distance.

They quickly walked to the front of a mud-brick house. The building material of this house is neither wood nor stone, but very cheap dry mud bricks. Only very poor people live here. If Margot was a fisherman, as Manuel claimed, he was clearly not a good fisherman. As a fisherman on a small island off the coast. He must have been desperately lacking in the skills and skills of fishing. A nearby septic tank was not covered, and Strovo was choked by the stench of the septic tank.

Margot walked into the house. It was originally a four-room house, but now the four rooms have four different tenants. Strovo walked out of the house along the aisle and hid under a tree behind the house.

The lanterns in all three rooms were already lit, and less than half a minute after Margoz walked in, the lanterns in the fourth room were also lit. Strovo walked unhurriedly to Margoz's window and pretended to pee against the wall. He staggered into the base of the wall, and everyone who passed by would surely think he was drunk. It wouldn't be surprising, then, that a drunk would be at ease with anything in front of him in the middle of the night.

Strovo heard a voice coming from Margoz's room: "Geeltek Erred Nash." Erred Nash Bangalar. Erred Nash Havik Yesog. Geeltek Erred Nash. ”

Strovo was taken aback. Although he couldn't understand what the other sentences were talking about, the first and last sentences were spoken by the orcs who attacked them at the North Outpost.

Finding the clue so quickly, Strovo couldn't help but be secretly happy. He held his breath and continued to listen.

Suddenly, a foul smell of sulfur hit his face, and Strovo's face wrinkled in disgust. It stands to reason that the smell of sulfur should be a little better than the terrible stench in the septic tank, or at least not so disgusting, but the stench was a bit demonic - something was wrong. Margoz's words were slurred, as if he were chanting a spell. It's not just magic, Strovo is willing to bet his sword that it's definitely demonic magic.

"I'm sorry, master, I don't want to—" Margot paused, "yes, I know don't bother you if there's nothing important, but it's been months, master. I'm still in this hole, I just want to know—" Margot stopped again, "it's so important to me, and besides, people are always talking to me as if I can help them." ”

Strovo could not hear the voice of the other interlocutor. Could it be that Margot was talking to himself drunken -- as he looked like this - or was the other half of the conversation only Margotz's ears could hear?

"I don't know what they're talking about, nobody—" another pause, "how do I know it's going to be like that?

Strovo knew only how to kill demons, and the strange side of the conversation - and the stench of sulphur - made him very disgusted and panicked.

Strovo lifted his pants. He'd listened a lot, and he could go back and report to Colonel Lorena. In addition to this reason, the thought of being so close to the demon made him furious.

He turned around and found himself facing nothing but darkness.

"How-" He quickly turned back, and there was darkness behind him. The whole of Theramore is gone.

I especially don't like spies.

Instead of hearing the sound, Strovo felt it in his skull. It was as if someone had blinded him, and although he was wide open, he could not see anything.

No, it's not just the vision that's dark, it's the other sensory organs that seem to be in the dark. His ears could no longer hear the noise of Theramore, his nose could no longer smell the salty air, and his body could no longer feel the breeze from the sea.

Now, the only thing he feels is that he can smell the sulfur.

Why are you stalking my slave?

Strovo didn't say anything. He didn't know if he still had the ability to speak, but even if he had, he wouldn't reveal any secrets to such a brute.

I don't have time to play games with you, it looks like you're just dead.

It was as if Strovo's whole body was plunged into darkness. His limbs began to cool, blood began to freeze in his veins, and his brain was overwhelmed with a sudden wave of fear and pain.

The last thing that came to Strovo's mind was that he hoped that Manuel would not spend all his pay on boar spirits...... (To be continued.) )