Jin Viper tilted his head and swept behind him, and saw a pair of playful eyes.

Watching the lively guys stand up one by one, their faces full of playfulness, there is no doubt who they will help when they get started.

In fact, according to the cold style of these people, if there is a conflict between 'locals', they will not take trouble to meddle in, but because Jin Viper is a 'foreigner', the first time he entered the Soul Eater's house, he broke the rules so arrogantly, if he didn't teach him a lesson, if this thing was spread, they would be ridiculed.

"For the sake of Foley's face, Golden Viper—" said the tall barkeeper coldly, "leave all the gold on you, and then you can get out of here alive." ”

The ugly wizard grinned triumphantly, not rushing to deal with the blind fellow, but grabbed the Muggle girl by the hair, pulled her up from the ground, and then, strangled the girl's snow-white neck and forced her to look at the golden viper.

"There's a fool here trying to take you away, baby, are you willing to let him go?"

"Don't--"

The blinded girl said in a whispering voice, still staring feverishly at the disgusting face.

"Oh, do you hear me, she doesn't want to leave with you!" The ugly wizard grinned with his teeth, and then he put his arms around the girl's delicate waist and said with interest,

"Then let's see what happens to this idiot!"

"What are you here for, outsider?"

Behind a wooden shelf in the hall, a guy squinted at the golden viper and asked softly.

"Oh, actually—"

Even though he became the target of public criticism, Jin Viper didn't seem to realize that he was in trouble, and there was even a smile in his tone,

"I'm tracking down a woman, she's from the Druid Order, and there's news that she's been here before, so I'm here to inquire—"

"Why are you looking for this woman?"

The other guy asked in a playful tone,

"Is she your mother?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the bar suddenly became happy, many people laughed and slammed the table, and the ugly witch who kidnapped the Muggle girl even kicked the aphrodisiac he had brewed, but he was not angry about it, and still patted his thigh with joy.

"You're dishonoring yourself, Golden Viper—"

The barkeeper was the only wizard here who didn't laugh, and he said indifferently as he stared at the golden viper.

"Ho, you stinky guys—" Golden Viper shook his head helplessly.

Amosta had been living in the sun for months, and had not dealt with these dirty, dirty guys for a while, so much so that he couldn't get used to the bottomlessness of these guys.

In the face of waves of ridicule, Jin Viper tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, and then, he raised his hand and slowly took off the wide black hood on the top of his head, and his soft, shiny gray hair was suddenly exposed to the dim air, and then, he unhurriedly unbuttoned the button under his neck, took off the black robe and put it on his left arm.

The laughter gradually stopped, and everyone looked coldly at Jin Viper's unexpected movements, secretly speculating about what trick he was doing.

Ahem –

Only the magic vortex below was still protecting the identity, the golden viper coughed a few times, the old voice was younger than the other, he spun around in place, taking all the reactions in his eyes, and finally, facing the ugly male witch who was holding the girl, the magic vortex on his face dissipated like a sand tower of waves rushing by, and a young and handsome face was exposed to everyone.

Dead Silence –

The laughter ceased completely, and even the sound of gradually increasing gasps could be heard in the silence of the bar.

The ugly wizard's palm left the Muggle girl's waist and drooped, trembling unconsciously, his eyes revealing horror, and his lipsless mouth slowly opened with a strange 'aa.' sound.

Amosta Blaine!

"Run!"

Behind the bar, the deafening roar of the tall bar owner shook the wine glasses on the shelves.

"The Golden Viper is Amosta Blaine, and he didn't want to stay alive!"

Bang!

At this moment, the bar shook violently as if struck by lightning, and there were all kinds of people in the bar, some people desperately fled to the door, some people simply shot magic at the wall, trying to blow up the bar to escape, some people waved their wands and shot powerful black magic at Amosta, some people made throwing motions to take down Amosta with vicious potions, and some people released magical animal dependents, those magical creatures with fierce personalities and driven by magic, grinning at Amosta after landing!

Airplanes!

In the middle of the chaotic bar hall, where Amosta stood, a tangible magic wave rose from him, reversing in all directions with the momentum of a thunderbolt sweeping, and everyone or thing swept by this fluctuation suddenly froze, like falling into condensed amber, only a pair of cracked eyes still left a vivid fear and dazedness!

Da, da, da-

After thinking for a moment, Amosta turned around and took a step, removing the shards of glass that had been frozen in the air in front of him and returning to the bar.

The bar owner had jumped onto the bar and was making a fluttering gesture towards the door, his weight had fallen outside the bar, but his massive body still couldn't move.

Amosta flicked his wand, and the bar owner's body floated off the bar to the ground, facing back to the sky in an eerie position.

Amosta could read a lot of emotions in the bulging eyes of the barkeeper, fear, regret, pleading, and hope, and he probably wanted to trade some information for his own chance of survival, but alas, Amosta didn't need him to speak.

In the dim hall of the bar, two purple moons rose, and the strange and heavy purple light dispelled all the emotions in the eyes of the bar owner.

Since recently, Amosta has flipped through the memories extracted from the violence, and the freeze-frame images have flashed in front of Amosta's eyes one after another, one day, two days, three days.

It wasn't until his memory went back more than ten days ago that Amosta's gaze froze, and the fast-flowing images slowed down.

A woman appears in the House of the Soul Eater, not Vitia Cleona.

It was a chubby middle-aged witch dressed in normal decent clothes. She looked slightly dazed, as if she didn't understand why she was here, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be scared after seeing a room full of demons and monsters.

Needless to say, the rest of the story.

The witch who broke in by mistake wanted to leave in a panic, but since she missed the cowardice, how could these lawless guys in the house turn a blind eye?

She was controlled by some dark wizards, who looked at the terrified fat witch and seemed to be wondering what to do with her.

And at this moment, in an inconspicuous corner of the bar, the wizard wearing a cloak and his head tightly wrapped in a turban suddenly stood up, and before everyone could react, the wizard suddenly conjured a vine cane, and in the turquoise light that bloomed at the tip of the staff, the wizard's cloak fell, revealing a simple costume, and the emerald green silky long hair also spilled out of the turban.

The bleak moon finally crept into the middle of the night.

In the dense forest, a raging fire stained half of the sky white, and in the flames, there was a faint sound of walls and wooden beams bursting and a terrible wail.

Kneeling on the ground dozens of feet away in the light of the fire, the Muggle girl's blank eyes finally found a glimmer of lucidity, and she slowly stood up with her mouth slightly open and staring at the blazing flames. Although she had not yet fully regained consciousness, the roaring flames still terrified the girl instinctively, and she staggered backwards, suddenly tripped over a stone embedded in the dirt.

"Oops!"

The pain in her ass revived the girl's consciousness even further, and she struggled to get up with pain on her face, her eyes unintentionally catching a glimpse of what seemed to be something on a huge spruce not far away.

Be. It's a head!

There were several hideous heads that had been completely burned to charcoal, pierced by hard stone spears, nailed to the spruce, and the faces of the charred heads were distorted, and the fear before the fall could be vaguely seen!

"Ah!!h

A throat-piercing roar rang out in the boiling night, and the Muggles not far away who were preparing to put out the fire picked up speed again when they heard the screams.

Among the towering trees, two bits of purple light disappeared into the deep darkness.

(End of chapter)