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Of course, this refers to those guys who are mixing 'things' in peaceful areas. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

Under the influence of the civilized world, they had a large number of rules among them—written and unwritten conventions, and supposedly subject to some of the rules of certain guilds, guilds, and the like.

Edward didn't inquire into this aspect in detail, but only sporadically - after all, in the Whispering Forest, mercenaries tend to be different--extreme conditions will squeeze out all of their real, so-called friendship and help, far more vulnerable than rotten sackcloth in the face of rare ores worth ten thousand gold, or the deadly threat of ferocious monsters.

But this kind of 'civilized' rule has also caused a certain difficulty in the mercenary groups around the city - if the opponent is not completely annihilated, the hatred is likely to continue endlessly, and finally reach the end of the all-encompassing process.

"How did you tell there was something wrong with this female?"

A voice in his heart interrupted Edward's thoughts, and a small crystal face appeared in the shadow of the hunter's hood of the Spirit Crystal Minion, and he sensitively observed the surroundings. It's like trying to see all the scenery - this guy doesn't have a real eye or anything like that, but he can feel the sound of sounds, images, and smells within the visual distance of an ordinary person. I have to say that this kind of zuò technology is really very good, and Edward even thought a little that if he developed in this area in the future, would he be able to make a group of such small things to serve him.

"Did Katzeyek say that your curiosity is too heavy?

Of course, easy to use is easy to use, Edward is not prepared to answer this guy's question, anyway, it can also steal the answer from other people's minds, but the connection with this guy's heart is also a very convenient ability, although it can't really present what the spirit crystal servant sees directly in front of Edward, the goal of paying attention to the key point is definitely enough.

Thus, after crossing three streets, the figure of the woman and her companion was still firmly locked in Edward's gaze.

It's not that they're too sloppy or vigilant—in fact, they're quite cautious about their surroundings, trying to navigate narrow streets and make a few detours, and don't stay too long in a wide area of vision. However, this kind of caution may be effective for ordinary tracking, but for Edward, it is simply a meaningless act - like the two or three eyeliners of their who were arranged near the back door of the inn lobby just now, they can't catch Edward's figure, but they can't escape Edward's vision.

For the hunter, navigating between the houses and crowds of the city is a far easier task than walking in the jungle of killing - there are more places to hide and hide, there are more ways to confuse the vision, and more importantly, the opponent does not have a nose comparable to that of a monster that smells a few miles away in the wind, and can count the eyes of ants in the dark.

Under the hood, Edward's dark brown pupils flickered slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the actions of the two men, but his heart was thinking about his own purpose.

The ability of these guys is not very strong, although they can compete with the mercenaries who enter and leave Poplar Town in terms of single combat ability, and may even be more than one or two points higher than the elites among them, but their experience in life and death is too poor.

Just like the few guys in the forest who are carrying Edward head-on, if they choose to attack a target at the beginning, they have at least a fifty percent chance of killing Edward first in the chaos, and at worst, they can also use the cover of the jungle to delay a group of people until reinforcements arrive, but they chose to be head-on, and the result is that Edward alone killed half of the manpower, even if this also adds a lot of convenience after Edward's spiritual awakening, but their error in judgment is indeed a major reason.

If he could, Edward would have liked to ignore them. Unless such a creature has an extreme numerical advantage, he would not even want to cause any trouble to an uncertain person like Edward in a densely populated area. However, it did cause trouble now - the speed with which the other party found the door was really terrifying to the hunter.

This must be the power of the mage on the opposing team.

Even though he hadn't actually studied spells, Edward had heard a lot of rumors about the effects of magic. In magic, there are too many spells related to tracking targets, whether it is a specialty prophecy or an enchantment faction, it is not difficult to keep an eye on a character without magic protection, and if this mage has a little status or property, he can easily monitor other people's every move from a distance with a special crystal ball, and he can even use it to cast spells on the target, and the mage with higher ability can even use it directly to use spells on the enemy.

Of course, this is intolerable to Edward, personal ** or in this world is just an illusory word, but for him, it is a sacred word that must not be compromised. Of course, more importantly, the other party may pose a danger to him at any time.

In my memory, those paparazzi also have basic human rights protection, and the celebrities and big names may have no choice but to be condemned for beating up, and there is a lot of uproar, but here, it is not a terrible thing to die a handful, the more 'civilized' the city, the more many rotting souls in the sewers, and ten ** corpses can only be regarded as the most common incidental in a ditch.

In this world that lacks the constraints of law and morality, it is the right way to defend against the existence of this word, and to preemptively strike before the other party threatens him.

Kindness means to use it to your advantage, but to practice it will eventually become its control. Or do you think your back is hard enough to withstand any sword?"

The voice of the Spirit Crystal servant sounded, and for a moment it seemed like a cold and hard sword, interrupting the hunter's hesitation, and advancing into a soft place in his thoughts: "Emotionally, remember that you have the power to destroy anything you don't want, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable, as long as you really have the will! ”|

"Nasty logic. ”

Edward shook his head, his eyes shrinking.

The alleys have become cluttered in sight, signaling that it has left the circle to which the "nobles" of the city are accustomed, with the smell of strange food and the stench of crowding wafting over the streets, and the narrow and muddy paths that have replaced the original neat lanes that lead in all directions and are scattered among the buildings. The haphazard buildings cover a large area of shadow, and even in this twilight, it takes on an inexplicable gray and cold tone.

But a noisy and indifferent environment is undoubtedly the most suitable for actions that are not suitable for seeing the light.

What's more, the two men in the distance have been separated from each other.

After a slight hesitation, Edward followed the tall shadow - the woman seemed to know the most, but most of them should be things that Edward didn't need to know, not to mention that judging from the domineering attitude towards those two people, she was likely to be a small leader of the other party, and if she attacked her, it would attract a counterattack from the other party on all fronts.

The shorter man who had just left, or a weaker, but more slick one, should be a good target for this guy who clearly had some confidence in his own strength, but didn't seem to be smart.

The mercenary was tall and stocky, but when he left his companions, he had clearly lost some of the necessary vigilance.

Idly slipped past the street stall, exchanged six copper coins for a loaf of bread with lettuce and fat, and with a satisfying bite, he turned a secluded alley, but just as the alley was not far away, he suddenly noticed a slight footstep.

The mercenary turned his head vigilantly, and noticed that not far behind him, a figure was standing silently.

He wasn't tall, wrapped in a gray burqa, not a very dark color, but it hid him in a deep haze...... Or maybe the shadow seemed to be of his own making.

The tall man's eyes tensed for a moment.

The other man's face was hidden deep in the shadow of the drooping hood, but for some reason, the mercenary seemed to see his eyes at that moment—eyes without pupils, no, should I say silvery-white. A gemstone placed in the eye socket and shimmering slightly.

This strange realization flashed through his mind, but the next moment it became a blank - the moment his eyes met, a terrible pain smashed in his mind!

It was a sharp throbbing, tenderness, tearing, rubbing pain...... The indescribable sensation spread out from the depths of his head to all sides, unlike any kind of painful feeling, it was like putting his head into a stone mill and squeezing it, even though he was a veteran who had tried the taste of near-death several times, but the terrible feeling still made him open his mouth and scream!

But he couldn't make a sound—the half of the loaf of bread that had stopped at his lips was pushed by a hand, gagging his gaping mouth, turning the scream into a whispered midnight, and then a strange thump spread from his jaw and led him into darkness.

The darkness lasted for a while. It was broken by a low voice.

"Where is your mage?" The voice distorted, sounding very strange, and the mercenary opened his eyes slightly, and noticed the eyes that were close at hand, staring at him.

The mercenary shook his head, instinctively silent, but in the next moment, another, terrible stinging pain rushed from his fingers into his mind! He couldn't help but scream again! But there was still only a helpless whining, his pupils constricted, and he looked at the thin gray thing with a few drops of blood shaking in front of him...... And in the ears there was only that voice, unhurried after that pain, the narrator's terrible truth:

"You have ten nails, I have a lot of time, so, let's see, how long can you survive? Of course, obediently cooperate with me, you can get what you want, now, choose for yourself......"

……

"Virgil...... Stationed outside the city with the regimental commander, there are twelve people on our side, under the command of Sister Leia......" When the third nail left his body, the sturdy mercenary finally collapsed, and then he was greeted by a cold neck and complete darkness.

It's just that with the gushing of blood, something that was originally placed in his arms exploded on the ground.

Edward frowned, the voice was not loud, but in Edward's vision, there was an obvious aura that expanded from the mercenary!

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