In the past six months, there have been too many assassinations in the Trafa Empire, nearly 100 nobles or heirs have been killed, and even the prince of the empire has been seriously injured in an assassination. The rest of the nobles were naturally frightened, and they were recruiting guards one after another, so that everywhere there were "guards" with guns and sticks, and they were looking for something to do.

At times like these, it's not surprising that people are dressed strangely.

Trafa Empire, a sparsely populated border town.

Cohen crossed the dividing line between gods and demons along the reserved canyon passage, and made a small detour from the Wells Empire into the demon territory. The Welsh Empire was in disarray, and no one had carefully examined the detailed origins of this "trainee traveling magician", who had only used a bottle of inferior red wine and a few words of nonsense to deceive him into obtaining a full set of documents.

Because of his noble black clothes and strange dress, no one dared to provoke Cohen along the way, and the treatment in all aspects was very good, and the fees were very cheap, so Cohen's "trip" was relatively comfortable.

On this day, he rode a bought black horse and entered the Trafa Empire with great interest. After passing the level, the scenery along the way is quite good, and even the white shadow who was arguing with Cohen along the way was attracted by this scenery and couldn't help but ask to stop and enjoy. After a series of negotiations, one man and one dragon finally reached a consensus on the route ahead, and chose a path with fewer pedestrians - this road was a passage between the nobles' gathering places, and there were many landscapes along the way.

It's just that it costs a lot, but White Shadow has found several gems along the way, which is enough to spend.

In fact, it's no wonder that the white shadow, the dragons are born with extremely high requirements for their surroundings. Especially the natural environment. Many dragons spend their lives protecting their private lands from being violated. From the human point of view. This habit is a bit hard to understand.

But now, at least Bai Ying has completely reveled in the green mountains and clear waters, she stands on Cohen's shoulder and looks left and right, and her mouth is even more non-stop, even Cohen, who has always been not very sensitive to the environment, is inevitably affected by Bai Ying's affection.

The clear blue sky is covered with faint clouds, and the gentle breeze surrounds you, taking away the summer heat and the cool river flowing by the roadside. Moistened by the lush shrubs, the leaves on both sides of the road flipped in the wind, making a soft noise, and the distance, near, and around were overgrown with all kinds of strange and colorful plants.

Crimson leaves, bright yellow flowers, turquoise branches, and colorful colors are fascinating.

"It's a small olive tree, it's a bellflower, and there's a dark blue lilac to your left...... Greetings, very rare breeds!"

"Hmm...... Well...... Hmm......" Cohen's head turned around, already dizzying: "Good fellow...... It's worth a lot of ......."

"It's rare to see people like you. Anything can turn into money in your eyes. Bai Ying sighed helplessly: "Don't you really feel their own value?"

"I'm feeling. "It's rare for White Shadow to be so happy, and Cohen doesn't want to spoil her fun. Smiled slightly: "Actually, I just use another thing in my mind to measure their value, which is not offensive." ”

"Okay! You've always got a point, anyway. White Shadow was pleased with Cohen's answer, "Look at the woods over there, I can introduce you to each type of tree! Let's start with the first one, which is the Flame Tree with red leaves......

The white shadows were like treasures, Cohen listened with a smile, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious—but before long, a hurried sound of horses' hooves came from behind him, mercilessly interrupting the amusement of one man and one dragon.

For someone, it's like falling asleep after a long period of insomnia, only to be woken up by someone rudely...... Of course, I was quite unhappy in my heart.

Cohen's face darkened, and he stepped to the side of the road for the speeding knights to rush through.

"What the hell, rushing to die?" Cohen was even more upset when his body was completely shrouded in dust from the horse's hooves, so he shouted and scolded, "I'll you......"

The knight at the end of the line glanced back at Cohen, and instead of scolding back, he turned his head and continued on his way.

"Looks like they might be in a hurry!" Seeing the White Shadow looking at him with a condemnatory gaze, Cohen smiled, "Otherwise, they will definitely turn around and defend themselves...... ...... dignity"

"What a promiscuous topic. Bai Ying was completely defeated by him, and his little head lowered: "Let's hurry!"

"Roger!" Cohen squeezed his horse's belly and continued on.

After walking less than ten miles to a small town, Cohen looked at the deflated water bags and bags and dismounted in front of the only small shop. He had just tied his horse, but he saw a dozen seemingly leisurely samurai scattered along the roadside, what kind of character was Cohen? Out of the corner of his eye, he knew that there was something wrong with their position, which was obviously an encirclement. Even the three carriages parked on the side of the road were strange.

"Are these people coming for us?" White Shadow's question came directly to Cohen's mind.

"No, their opponent should be in the store. Cohen replied quietly: "Let's see the excitement first." ”

Lifting the curtain at the door, Cohen stepped into the store.

The shop is small, but well decorated, with six well-made square tables in the lobby and two private rooms in the back. The store was now full of people—no, not all of them, but the rare werewolves, savages, lizardmen, and even those Cohen didn't know who they were......

They were all samurai, some standing, some sitting, and one of the single rooms was surrounded by layers. Although the weapons are not unsheathed, they are placed in the most convenient position. A few waiters in the shop cowered in the corner, not daring to move.

Cohen's entry into the store caused a sense of unease among the men, and within a moment, several people locked very unfriendly glances on him. But who is Cohen? Without raising an eyebrow, he swaggered over to a table full of samurai.

With Cohen's footsteps, the eyes of several samurai have changed from unfriendly to hostile, and the momentum of intimidation has evolved into fierceness. But Cohen was very excited in his heart, because he had not seen this kind of scene for a long time, and things such as fighting with hooligans had not had a chance to review since he was reincarnated. What a rare opportunity!

"Bang!" Cohen tossed the cane in his hand onto the table. Several samurai at the table were startled, and their angry expressions were full of doubt.

"No, no. Cohen tilted his head slightly and gave a very arrogant look: "Deaf!

A reed sounded around the "Kakakaka......", and almost all the samurai drew their weapons out.

Perhaps unable to guess Cohen's origins, or perhaps not wanting to make a fuss, an older samurai pressed down on his companion's half-drawn long knife and said, "Don't be too troublesome." Then he gave a few people a look to get up, and gave the table to this little bully who came out of nowhere.

"Is the person in the store dead? If not, one will come out!" Cohen sat down very disrespectfully. continued to play an arrogant role, and continued to mix the tense atmosphere in the store with weirdness: "You...... Why don't you greet guests?"

A waiter with a face as white as paper trembled, carefully bypassing the strong men and standing in front of Cohen. The excessive fright made the poor fellow's face sweat and his body swayed.

"Guest, guest, what do you want?"

"Water and wine, and food. Cohen glanced at the waiter and began to pretend to be strange: "I, I'm now, good, good, good, so hungry......"

The white shadow was so angry that she almost fainted, and the anger of the samurai continued to rise. But Cohen enjoyed it. Slamming the table and kicking the bench and shouting loudly, urging the waiter to get something quickly.

"Oh! Cohen grabbed the waiter by the collar. Drag him over: "Tell me honestly, did you spit in the food?"

was questioned by Cohen fiercely, and the waiter couldn't wait to faint immediately: "No, don't dare." ”

"Really, did you put anything weird?"

The waiter has already made sure that he is in the wrong business: "Guest, we don't have ...... Those things. ”

"Poisons, drugs, aphrodisiacs, laxatives, don't you have any of these? There will always be the same, right? Honestly!"

The waiter was speechless, only shook his head, and the samurai watched coldly.

"None?" Cohen smiled, "I have, do you want to buy some to use?"

Hearing Cohen's words, the waiter's body twitched, rolled his eyes, and finally fainted.

"It's so dizzy. Cohen let go of his hand, picked up the wine glass, and his eyes flew around: "One bird fell into the water, that one fell into the water, that one fell into the water, and two birds fell into the water......"

"Fall into the water - I'll let you die!"

Among this group of samurai, one person finally couldn't stand Cohen, and with a sharp sound, a dagger went straight to Cohen's throat.

Cohen was about to give the frizzy samurai a little color, when someone coughed at the doorway, and the dagger froze in front of Cohen, and the samurai glanced at the doorway, and then stepped back respectfully.

"What's wrong?"

"This magician is looking for trouble. ”

"Ignore it, what about the target?"

"In a single room. ”

"Drive him out. ”

"Yes. ”

Cohen didn't look back, the conversation at the door was enough for him to understand the situation, and he stretched out exaggeratedly and watched the situation unfold.

"The people inside, come out! You will definitely not be able to run away this time!" A samurai who looked like a leader stood in front of the curtain of the private room: "You will die sooner or later, and the master can give you a good time!"

There was no answer inside, and there was silence. The leader shouted again, and it was still the same......

"Well said. Cohen stuffed a large piece of meat in his mouth and clapped his hands vigorously: "That's right—don't look at me like that! Important people can't talk coldly! Learn to ......."

No one paid any attention to him, although some were mad with rage.

The leader took a step back and made a gesture, and several flying claws were thrown from several directions, the sharp metal claws piercing through the wall, and under the violent pull, the thin wall of the front was completely collapsed, and the masonry smashed to the ground, and dust escaped.

Cohen picked up his glass with an "ouch", put his left hand on the rim of the glass, and looked into the private room, while everyone's eyes were on the private room.

The dust settled, and the audience was silent.

The dust gradually dissipated, and the scenery in the private room gradually became clear.

A square table identical to the outside, with only a small basket of bread on the table, plus a pot of water and a water glass. Although the simple three things are just placed casually, the distance between the positions and places seems to have been carefully designed, which makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts. And in such a situation. The table top and everything on the table are still spotless. It's weird.

Of course. The weirdest thing was the guy sitting at the table. He sat quietly, not even the corners of his clothes, like a statue, one with the room.

A white curtain hangs down the edge of the white hat, so that no one else can see the face. A white samurai suit, a white belt, a white cape, and white samurai shoes are white everywhere on the body. Pure, contiguous white, not even a trace of other color could be found on the parcels and swords that lay aside.

Cohen heard the sound of an Adam's apple sore in the outer room.

The white-clothed man in a still state raised his hand slightly, and the warriors in the outer room hurriedly drew their swords, and those who had already drawn their swords hurriedly protected themselves with their swords, and those who had already protected them protected again, although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they looked chaotic.

Cohen's eyes lit up, because the hand of the man in white moved, as if the condensed time began to flow again, and the originally dead room was immediately filled with vitality.

Although there is a disguise of clothes. But Cohen could feel the subtle changes in the body of the man in white, and it felt familiar. Looks like I've seen it somewhere.

The man in white's hand continued to rise, and everyone realized that what he was holding in his slender fingers was only a piece of bread. His hand reached into the curtain and lowered it, as if he had put bread in his mouth, and then the curtain shook rhythmically several times, probably chewing┅┅ His movements were so soft, so elegant, and obviously rhythmic, that even his enemies could not bear to interrupt his series of continuous movements.

Although he felt like an idiot, Cohen's eyes were inevitably drawn to the man in white.

"It's you, the Assassin in white!" the samurai leader couldn't wait any longer, he took a step forward: "Brothers have been chasing you for days, blood debt and blood repayment, stand up and die!"

The man in white was still eating his bread, unhurried, unconcerned about being surrounded, and unresponsive to the words of the samurai leader, he kept eating unhurriedly, and it seemed that he would continue to eat until he filled his stomach or the moment the universe disappeared.

The samurai leader made a move, and a samurai with a sword jumped up from his side, and the rapidly flying blade of the sword drew an arc-shaped cold light in the air, and the end of the trajectory should be in the chest of the man in white!

The man in white didn't dodge, didn't even lift his body, only flipped his wrist - silently, the body of the flying swordsman who was attacking trembled, his head fell back violently as if he had been hit by something, and pulled out a string of fine small beads of blood in the air, and then his body flipped and fell to the ground with a "click".

There was a bloody hole in the middle of the unfortunate bastard's brain, and the red, white and white things were flowing out, and the scene was even quieter.

None of the people present knew what the man in white had used to kill him, except for Cohen, who was the only one who saw that the murder weapon was actually a ball of bread.

Cohen was thinking about something, and the wine glass in his hand was subconsciously put to his mouth, and the man in white happened to put a piece of bread in his mouth at this time, at this moment, the movements of the two people were in sync, even the position of the hand, the angle of the head and the posture of the body were almost identical.

Despite the curtain, Cohen felt the man in white's gaze linger on him for a moment, so they both looked at each other deeply and paid attention.

The samurai leader was about to give the order to attack again, but was interrupted by a long yawn from Cohen, and before he had time to get angry, the man in white put down his bread, clapped his palms and stood up, took the long sword package on the side, and walked out.

The people outside dispersed with a "whoosh", and many samurai rushed out of the door and stood outside the store. Under everyone's cautious gaze, the man in white took out a silver coin and gently placed it on the table.

"Checkout. He finally opened his mouth for the first time, and his voice was very gentle, which should have been that of a young man: "Go outside and fight." ”

Cohen gave a smile and was about to make a few jokes about the scene in front of him, but the curtain in front of the white-clothed man's face was inadvertently lifted by the wind, and Cohen happened to see half of his face - at this moment, Cohen's original narrow smile immediately condensed on his face, his body was weak for a while, and the wine glass in his hand slipped off the table, and the wine juice splashed everywhere.

By the time White Shadow used his powerful spiritual power to pull Cohen out of his trance, it was already very lively outside. Cohen shook his head, sobered up from his confused expression, and then his body was vertical, and the whole person was through the window!

In the midst of the melee, his reckless movements immediately attracted the attack of several samurai, and in the shouts of killing, a sword and a sword attacked. Despite its speed, this attack was nothing to Cohen's eyes.

Rolling in the air, Cohen landed behind the two attackers, his hands reaching out on his toes as he landed on his toes, grabbed their belts and threw the two large living men into the middle of the field, seemingly casually, sending the two warriors to the feet of the men in white.

The figure in white who was under siege swirled slightly, his toes connected the dots, and the two hard-working warriors immediately changed direction, and their bodies flew flat to the outside of the field, and when they fell to the ground, they did not move, and they were obviously killed.

Cohen's interruption inevitably caused a flaw in the samurai's encirclement. And the other party doesn't want to clean up with Cohen, but it's just that they can't spare manpower now, and it has made them very difficult to deal with the man in white.

Someone immediately warned him: "Friend, it's none of your business, you'd better go farther!"

"It's okay, you're going on, I promise not to bother you. Cohen's gaze stayed on the man in white, only then did he notice that he hadn't drawn his sword.

This answer embarrassed the samurai leader, and who would believe Cohen's words in such a situation?

At this critical moment, the carriages parked on the side of the road opened their doors, and a dozen more people stepped out of the carriage. As soon as these strangely dressed people got out of the car, Cohen was taken aback, and several of them were actually scorpion warriors that Cohen was very familiar with!

The Scorpion Warrior is a special warrior cultivated by the Demon Temple, what are they doing here? Could it be that this man in white is so powerful? Cohen's heart was full of questions.

The samurai who came down from the back quietly took over the encirclement of the man in white, and a samurai dressed in black walked up to Cohen.

"What is the purpose of this purpose?" the samurai asked Cohen.

"I—I'm a traveling apprentice magician, my name is Turner. Cohen had to look back: "Travel, travel." ”

"Proof?"

Cohen dug into his pocket for a moment before handing over the documents he had bought. The samurai looked at it, threw it back to him, and said, "Get out of here." ”

"Oh!"

Cohen agreed, putting his papers in his pocket. But the samurai, who had already turned away, took advantage of the opportunity to turn his back to draw his sword and slash at Cohen diagonally!

"Wow!" exclaimed, and Cohen flipped onto the roof of the house, his swiftness and agility that made even the scorpion warriors sigh to themselves.

"Hey, I'm just a traveling mage, why did you poison me?" Cohen screamed from the rooftop, though he didn't know what had gone wrong.

And when he was playing treasure, the man in white was always in a state of spectatorship.

"This man is handed over to you. The samurai who had previously attacked Cohen were tasked with: "Let's deal with the men in white." ”

"Yes. ”

As soon as the leader made a move, someone aimed at Cohen with a crossbow, and when they shot crossbow arrows at Cohen, more than a dozen samurai, including the Scorpion Warrior, began to besiege the man in white - these people should be other special troops with the same name as the Scorpion Warrior, and from the perspective of the advance and retreat cooperation and the work in hand, they are much more powerful than Cohen has seen on the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness is higher than that of the Light Knight!

In the face of such an attack, the man in white finally drew his long sword, and as usual, his sword drawing seemed so graceful and smooth. So much so that a certain "traveling magician" who pretended to fall from an arrow let out a heartfelt admiration in his heart.

"I really don't understand what you're thinking?" Bai Ying stopped in the corner of the room angrily: "What does this person have to do with you?"

"Milk will understand, when milk sees his face┅┅Milk will naturally understand. Cohen's eyes opened a slit, and he took in every move of the man in white: "This kind of thing can happen to you two or three times in your life!" (To be continued......)