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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Who Ambushed Whom?

"Dark brown eyes, hair, high nose ......"

Scott carefully rubbed his eyes with his right hand to relieve the fatigue caused by this—a little beyond his sleeves, the two small arrows on the quenched arm crossbow flashed faintly, so that he had to be cautious, if he broke a little bit of his own oil, although he would not die immediately, it was enough to make a big man like him fall to the ground like a stake. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

“**......”

The sturdy mercenary scolded in a low voice, although it was only the beginning of the snowmelt moon, but the smell of the wind blowing through his face was already tinged with disgusting heat. The bustling crowd around and the noisy and messy streets all make this heat even worse...... It's not unbearable, but it's as disgusting as a mosquito buzzing in your ears while you're asleep.

In fact, whoever wears nearly twenty pounds of something tied to his body and walks a few miles, and has to hang a hooded cloak, will probably feel a little hot, especially if he has a body that is more than six feet tall, but often needs to bend up, hide in a dark corner, and must always keep an eye on a specific target in the crowd.

Oh, or maybe it's not the weather or the costumes that are hot, and you're tired of this almost blind stalking?

Or is it because after today, I will be thirty-five years old? I heard that people are always a little sad when they reach this age, and they are a little irritable about everything.

But in fact, Scott doesn't feel that he has anything to be sad about, although he is not now the kind of big man who he was sure to be in his twenties, but he is much better than his companions who originally had similar dreams - Savage, who always fantasized about becoming a dragon slayer hero, has been missing for three years, and if nothing else, he has become some kind of monster dung...... Lila was still going in and out of the cell, but she didn't see a single son of the million-dollar fortune she had promised, and as for Chria, who originally wanted to find a young lord to be the golden beetle's son-in-law...... The mercenary who was deceived by a little white face and defrauded all her savings? It can only be said that all her brains are stuffed into the two lumps on her chest.

Who can blame this? The life of a mercenary is always very bitter, licking blood with a knife, but he may not be drunk and dreaming of death. And half a lifetime of birth and death, in exchange for nothing more than full of pain and disability, the savings of the children who got have not helped the nobles solve the problem of the illegitimate son of the Ji girl who can't open their eyes and entanglement.

In fact, they already knew this at the beginning, but they can't face it until now...... But perhaps, it is not their sorrow, but that almost anyone in this world is like this, as the priest of the God of Suffering said--whether it is a noble lord who is high, a king who commands the nobility, a seemingly free merchant, a noble or rich party does not necessarily have the idea of superiority over others, no one can feel long-term satisfaction, happiness is only temporary, pain and sorrow accompany people for a lifetime.

However, Scott did not want such a life, and if happiness was only for a moment, then let him come a little more, a little more, until there was no place for pain and sorrow......

As a result, Scott has ended his adventure and is accustomed to the contract terms of taking money to do things, but he is still an adventurer, a hunter, just a place to hunt, and has changed from the ruins of the wilderness, the underground tunnels, the dense jungle and the dry wasteland to here, this is called Romanty, known as the labyrinth of the city.

Actually, there is no big change, just the goal of changing from Warcraft to Human.

It's simple, or it's simpler than you think, isn't it?

Shaking his head, throwing out the distracted thoughts, Scott pulled the small piece of parchment from his sleeve again, glanced at the simple drawing on it with charcoal, and cursed vaguely - this time the work was so troublesome, or maybe it was only because the idiot employer, who was said to be a wealthy businessman, but did not even know the details of the target, and could only provide this crude thing. If I hadn't received help from the old rabbit beforehand, I might not have wanted to complete this task for the rest of my life.

Moving his somewhat sore neck, Scott narrowed his eyes and swept over the room in front of him.

Unlike the few cautious but obviously elated little fellows who wandered through the crowd - the experience told Sù the former adventurer that the two guys he met this time were obviously not easy to mess with, although from the portrait they were nothing more than two dirty hillbillies, but the fact that it took three days to determine their location was enough to show their ability.

You know, the old rabbit Crane has no other skills, but the means of casting the net are not a joke - relying on the surveillance of hundreds or even thousands of golden fingers all over the streets and alleys of Romandy, even Scott himself, if he does not leave Romante City and has no helper, at most he can only guarantee that he will not be discovered by these little rabbits within a day and a half.

And this goal ...... There was also a dwarf among them, and that special size was very impressive.

Well, maybe that's not all, the combat power of the dwarves is also very terrifying, their short and fat bodies are surprisingly strong, and they are all extremely good at forging, so everyone is indispensable to a good armor, even in the city, if you fight hard with this kind of guy, ordinary people don't have much chance of winning- Even if he didn't use a weapon, those hundreds of pounds of armored body would break people's bones and tendons, not to mention, according to Scott's information from one of the employer's subordinates, that young guy seemed to have some inexplicable abilities.

Inexplicable abilities?

Or that's why they brought in seven young and strong players against two people this time - it should be a mage, even if it's just an apprentice, the combination with a dwarf is tricky enough, even if his side has now mastered their movements, and only needs to make a move, but if he misses, maybe there will be some trouble.

But if you say it's a trivial kidnapping, it's a little cleaner than even too many people around you to notice - and just throw the two dead pigs to the employer, and you'll have forty platinum coins. Enough to squander comfortably until the end of the year.

The former mercenary shrank into his body a little, secretly giving himself a little temptation to make his spirit less tense...... Because some weird high-pitched cough had made its way through the crowd, it was the code of the appointment.

The target is already in view.

A tall and a short figure emerged from the old house, the long cloak with a hood loose but not conspicuous, and soon blended into the crowd, looming with the flow of people.

But this little thing is not difficult for Scott, the former mercenary slowly wandered forward from the shadows, and soon put the two shadows into the line of his heart - closer, closer, although this is not his favorite modified crossbow, but he is no longer the hairy head of the twenty-year-old, and now that the muscles and reactions of his arms have reached their peak, Scott firmly believes that he is capable

Here it is

Raising his hand, he pulled the motive, and the small arm crossbow arrow made a fluttering sound when it broke through the air, like the piccolo of the Grim Reaper, and like the breath of the Demon King of Hell......

Scott didn't like the spooky sound, just as he didn't like the smeared on it, rumored to be made by the dark elves underground, which was something that mercenaries hated - but you can't help but admit it, this thing is powerful and fast, and the distance between the archers is close, only thirty or forty feet, and it will be too late to draw the blade to block. And it's so powerful that even giants may not be able to resist it.

As long as you get hit once...... But the dwarf probably wouldn't have been hit, if he had worn full body armor and moved his body, but as long as the caster fell, the six guys who had surrounded them would be enough to make him feel better - who had made him a non-essential target, labeled dead or alive?

Poof, ding

Scott's body stiffened.

Something that had been expected did not happen, and the stocky figure fell almost silently—the small arrow was buried in his body without any hindrance, but the taller, thinner fellow made a metallic tremble that blocked the arrow

"Who are you?" the subject shouted, his voice as heavy and hoarse as a broken bellows, "I don't know what this place is?

But the people who were surrounding him were not interested in listening to what he had to say - a tall man casually shook off his robe, revealing a hideous glaive scimitar, a strange weapon that was fast and powerful, and every attack had a strange angle, which was usually difficult for mercenaries who were old with swords to resist.

But his opponent flipped his wrist and clogged out a series of attacks, not only that, but the other two attackers who wanted to pick up the bargain were also forced to retreat in the first place by his two fierce stabs like a wind

"Be careful, this kid has a prickly hand. Let's go up together," the big man wielding the Glaive roared.

Anyway, it was impossible to follow the secret action at this time - the flashes and crashes of weapons caused a great confusion among the otherwise sparse pedestrians, who immediately noticed that this was not an ordinary hooligan brawl, so they fled in a swarm to the surrounding shops and alleys. The streets suddenly became empty, and only the small battlefield of seven men with menacing blades flashed around the target.

"Are these fools blind?"

Scott didn't move forward, because he struggled to be surprised-years of wild hunting training had made the former mercenary's eyesight exceptionally sensitive, even if it was sore, swollen and painful because of staying up late, and separated by a distance of dozens of feet, he still noticed for the first time that the guy who was knocked down by his crossbow arrow was thrown under the burqa to the side, revealing a green chin...... Visible ghosts, how can a dwarf not have a beard?

What's more, the target's exposed arms under the cloak are covered with armor with fine scales, and the crossbow and sword hanging from the belt buckle can be faintly noticed, and the boots under the cloak are black chain boots, in short, this equipment should be considered a lot of value. It's definitely not something that an ordinary mercenary in the countryside can use.

...... Something is not right.

The mercenary leader's heart grew colder and colder, and at this time, the reaction of the taller shadow was also beyond everyone's expectations, "despicable assassin" he roared: "Is ......it sent by the Cordina family? Uh......h Everyone, go and report the vigilantes, a nobleman has been attacked."

Damn, it's a trap

When the other party shouted that name, Scott immediately felt as if he was soaked in a bucket of ice water, because the badge that the other party's other hand showed at some point shimmered, and that light was by no means something that ordinary metal could emit, it was some kind of magically forged metal, which could only be used by genuine kingdom nobles, and at least at the level of viscount or above......

A Viscount...... The god of assassination of his ** is above, and his own people attacked a real nobleman

There is no time to regret it, everyone is looking at this place in surprise, if he continues to entangle, he will not be able to escape the fate of being tarped and hanging from a tree branch, Scott jumped back without hesitation: "Scattered water" He shouted, and then turned around and jumped into the dark alley behind him

Scott gritted his teeth in hatred, even if he was no longer a mercenary, it would be absolutely immoral to leave his companions to escape like this, and would be severely punished by the guild - but Scott didn't care so much now...... That damn old rabbit must have made a mistake, they were attacking a down-and-out mercenary at all......

Maybe from the beginning, everyone was tricked.

However, that's someone else's business, the first priority now is to escape, the farther away the better, a nobleman is attacked, this matter will definitely make the security system chaotic, if they can't get out of the city before they block the city gate, they will definitely not be stingy with their own little miscellaneous things, maybe they will deliberately throw a few people out to attract attention. Of course, it will be just right to let yourself "die unexpectedly" to cover up the truth.

......

Walking through a few alleys, his tense nerves staggering and his breathing becoming chaotic and rapid, the former mercenary let out a series of curses, wondering why what had been so sure had come to an end in an instant

Didn't you confirm the information of the old rabbit? How could it be like a trick and the target suddenly changed?

The sudden numbness in his calves woke him up, and the confusion of his thoughts made the mercenary not even notice that something was suddenly under his feet, and by the time he did, the whole person had already pounced forward

This accident actually only made him a little embarrassed, and as soon as one hand was on the ground, he had already rearranged his posture. But this delay is enough...... With a low roar, a round murder weapon had struck him the waist

Scott's pupils constricted, his limbs numb, and the terrifying power of the murder weapon broke through the barrier of the leather armor without hindrance, and a large hand churned his internal organs over and over again The terrifying pain and impact poured into his mind, immediately making his eyes black, and he could not feel anything but rumbling tinnitus

It took an unknown amount of time - it seemed like a year, but at least there was an hourglass scale before something new finally recondensed in the field of vision.

First of all, it was the weapon that might have caused him to faint - it wasn't really a weapon, just a wooden stick that could be found everywhere, but five or six feet long, and the diameter of the bowl was thick enough to be a murder weapon.

Especially since it's a real dwarf holding it.

At this moment, the small eyes hidden in the thick beard and brown skin were staring at him coldly, and Scott felt that he was already trembling involuntarily, and his body was drenched in cold sweat: "You want to ...... Spare me, and I beg you...... I just ......," he stammered in a low voice, which was really all he could do.

"You're just a little person, I know. ”

The speaker's voice rang out very closely. Because his hands were busy on Scott - with amazing speed he took the delicate crossbow, the money bag in his arms, the dagger, the poison bag...... After they were all unraveled, he continued to speak coldly, "Go back and tell your boss that the matter of our 'Stinger' is not something you can meddle in casually, and if he still wants his little guild to remain under Karinta Avenue in the southern district of Romandy, then it is best not to take any work casually." As for the two nests on Scroll Street and Rice Wine Lane, they may become his graveyards. ”

'Stinger'? What's that name?

The sound passed through the eardrums, but it was indistinct because of the pain, but Scott clearly felt the cold murderous aura in it. He nodded with difficulty, watching the man walk away vaguely.

But in any case, a guy who can casually name all their nests is by no means a dangerous object to provoke.

......

"Hey, Edward, can you just let this guy go, are you sure they won't send another group of people to trouble us?" Hiding in the dark alleyway, the dwarf couldn't help but speak.

"Whatever, anyway, when they finish dealing with the official investigation, things will be almost over, what can they do then? Come to the Magic Academy to find me trouble? If you're smart, let's change the nest first, I remember that this kind of nest of guys who dare to assassinate nobles, as long as they report it, they can get a large bounty. How's that, are you interested in getting another amount of money for drinks?"

The young hunter smiled, but silenced the dwarves who were looking at him.

"You guy...... Sure enough, it's a skinner......" The dwarf rubbed his nose as if disguised—that hideous smile reminded him of the Lockthroat Monsters who liked to hide in the shadows of the underground, and although they didn't have much in common on the outside, the chilling coldness seemed to be the same.

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