Stepping lightly, Lei Wente's figure stepped gracefully on the ground, matching the inappropriate figure, but not half stiff. Let Vivien's eyes flash, well, although he is not Prince Charming, but... But he... It seems to be a little handsome.

He walked through the scattered mercenary team members, and his eyes never stopped, until he found Marcy in the bushes, and his face was full of smiles, kind like a compassionate priest, with salvation in his hands.

"Help. Help me!! ”

Marcy, whose lungs were pierced by broken ribs, saw Revent's arrival, his eyes lit up, and he screamed hoarsely and begged for help.

"Of course!"

Thunder Pattern showed a kind smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, covering his pupils. In Marcy's happy look, a gentle kick hit his neck, and there was a faint crisp sound, which was undetectable if he didn't listen carefully. But the look of joy on Marcy's face had frozen.

"May you have eternal sleep!"

Like the most sincere priest, Revent gently celebrated Mass with a compassionate smile, and then stepped over a corpse that was gradually cold.

The corners of his mouth snaked with the damage to his body, and the blood line was cold. The tense lips were as green as a dead man, bloodless.

"Let's all go to hell and wait, one day I will come!"

Looking at the white sunlight in the distance, Thunder Mutter muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear. It seemed that only the inexplicable act just now could reduce the heavy guilt of the killing, even though his hands were already covered in blood.

"Are you alright?"

Vivien's worried voice suddenly sounded behind her, and with a kind of rabbit-like timidity, she woke up Revent. He showed a real smile for the first time, but he didn't turn back, just kept walking away.

Faintly before it was dark, Vivien's anxious inquiry was heard.

"Master!。。。 Will we ever meet again? ”

"Fate naturally decides everything."

The corners of his mouth grinned, and Lei Wente left such a dashing answer very well, and then his whole body disappeared into the shadows.

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"My lord, has the plan succeeded?"

Don Quixote rolled his eyes and asked solemnly.

"Not bad!"

Opposite him, Thunder was ferociously destroying a piece of fatty barbecue, and a muffled sound came from his stuffed mouth.

The old subordinate was made blue by his casual appearance, opened his mouth, and was about to say what to write.

Revent interrupted him first, swallowed the roast whole in one bite, and then wiped his greasy hands with a tablecloth and said impatiently.

"Don't worry about the extra heart, everything is ready, there is even an unexpected surprise inside, now all we have to do is wait! Well, help me get the wine over there. ”

“。。。”

With a dry grin on his lips, Don Quixote finally gave up on teaching this etiquette, which seemed to him more impossible than slaying a dragon.

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The pale sun hung weakly in the sky, as dazzling as ever, covering all the dirt and gloom, and only refracting all kinds of shadows on the ground.

It's been three days since the incident, and during that time, Raymond has bought back a large pile of unidentified objects, and then retreated into the room and never came out again.

Don Quixote sat in the lobby of the hotel with nothing to do, his thin body covered with a gorgeous robe, and he received a large sum of money, of course, he had no reason to treat himself badly.

The streets and alleys are already full of messages.

His surroundings are almost all about the events that happened in the past few days, and the protagonist of the accident tried to cover up and hide the news, but in the end it spread throughout the city like a plague, which is too bizarre for the accident, as if there is a big invisible hand behind it that controls everything.

Three days ago, the third son of the leader of the Second Mercenary Regiment and the daughter of the leader of the Fourth Mercenary Regiment accompanied the eighteen mercenaries of the Fourth Mercenary Regiment. was attacked by the eighth-level demonic beast Black Swift Dragon, and the strange thing is that only the third son of the leader of the second mercenary group died unexpectedly afterwards, and everyone else saved their lives.

It was a frustrating accident.

After negotiating with the mercenary groups of the two sides, Akari gave an official explanation.

But the rumors didn't stop there, and it is said that a surviving mercenary accidentally revealed it. In fact, it was the eldest lady of the Fourth Mercenary Regiment who was too disgusted with Marcy's entanglement, and as a result, she just used this incident to kill people and kill people, or it can be said that she couldn't save her death. Otherwise, under the mouth of the black swift dragon, only one person died, such a result is too unbelievable.

It should only be a seventh-level demonic beast that they encountered, and if they had fought hard, although there would have been casualties, there would be no doubt that they would be able to repel the demonic beast. But in the end, in order to preserve its strength, the Fourth Mercenary Regiment only made symbolic resistance, and after offering an unlucky substitute for the dead, it took the opportunity to escape.

I don't know when, such a version of the rumor began to quietly circulate among the crowd.

It's like a stone thrown down on the calm water, and there is already a hidden turbulence under the ripples on the surface.

Although the mercenary group officials on both sides did not say anything on their faces, many conflicts broke out in private.

Today, three days later, the whole Gonzalez is full of Martian flavors.

Don Quixote took a leisurely sip of clear tea, and the faint fragrance seemed to linger in his nose. He sniffled and casually looked out the window, when suddenly a dark cloud blocked the sunlight and the sky began to darken.

“。。。。 God knows what I was talking about was just Marcy's death, and the Fourth Mercenary Regiment was responsible, but now it's turned into a version of love vendettas, the power of rumors... ”

Picking at the empty cup in his hand, he sighed and didn't continue. It's a sigh on his face, but with some schadenfreude.

In the shadow of the staircase, Thunder Pattern staggered out of it, his hair tangled together, and his face looked a little bad. Two big dark circles hung on his face, and he yawned loudly from time to time as he walked.

"How's it going!"

Squinting his eyelids, Revent walked over to Don Quixote's table, poured himself tea, and took the time to ask.

"The results are surprising, now is the time to execute the next step of your plan, I didn't expect your whimsical idea to really turn out like this."

Don Quixote sighed unconsciously, and he still couldn't figure out why Revente's amazing idea always came true.

"That's the difference between genius and mortal wisdom."

After a sip of tea, Lei Lane said as a matter of course, choking Don Quixote for a long time without talking.

"Now it's time to get ready."

After hesitating for a long time, the old subordinate asked cautiously.

"Hmm."

With a vague answer, Thunder stood up. There was some sleepiness on his expression.

"You're going in the wrong direction, the gate is over there."

Some bad premonition lingered in his head, and Don Quixote rolled his eyelids, trying to warn the unscrupulous adult.

Who knew that the expected answer was immediately obtained.

"That's right, the room is over here, and I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Revent blinked, and said as a matter of course.

"What about the preparations?"

Don Quixote asked relentlessly.

"Of course you go!"

When Revent's figure disappeared in front of the door, such a command came from afar.