A few people stopped in front of a hotel that had been built in the old days, with simple renovations. One of the most conspicuous features is the creeper that occupies almost the entire façade of the hotel, making it a rare green spot in the Mobystone Market. A sign hung vertically on the exterior wall of the hotel's entrance, with a large green tree painted on it, and a peculiar line of symbols underneath.

It may be words, but it's definitely not human words. At least with zero cognition, it is not known which period or region used such symbols. These symbols are so beautiful that many of them take on pictograms like "leaves" that make them look more like a picture, and it is not difficult to imagine that the people who created them must have been masters of art.

"Midorimori. This is the name of the hotel, and at the same time, it is also our property in Gegnah. Ademili briefly introduced the group, and gently pushed open the elm door of the inn, carved with a lush old tree.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of flowers and grass wafted from the lobby of the inn, and one almost thought that it was in a primeval forest rather than a market. The lobby is brightly lit, the wooden floor is waxed to look smooth as a mirror, and the ceiling of the lobby is covered with green vines, which naturally form an abstract pattern, and then extend to the edge of the corridor leading to the depths of the hotel, which naturally hangs down as a natural curtain.

The lobby was quiet, with only a few guests seemingly asking about room rates. Zero noticed that the waiter standing at the counter patiently answering questions was the same humanoid life as Ademili. When Ademili entered the lobby and pulled down her hood, the waiter, who had been impolitely answering the guests' questions, suddenly had a light in his eyes, and then pushed the two guests out of the hotel with a smile on his face.

Then after closing the door and putting up a sign such as "temporarily closed", the waiter carefully locked the door before coming to Ademili's side and bowing deeply: "Welcome, beautiful Miss Ademili." ”

"You're welcome, please prepare a clean room for these distinguished guests behind me. ”

"No problem, there are still many empty rooms in the hotel, and I prepared a few at once. But before that, Miss Artemilie, should I inform the Baltimore Guard of your arrival?"

Atemiri was overjoyed when she heard this, "Is Baltimore here too?"

"Yes, the chief of the guard just arrived two days ago. He was confident that you would be there and asked us to keep an eye on you. Sure enough, you're here. ”

"Then tell him quickly. ”

"Yes, miss. ”

After a brief conversation, the waiter quickly stepped back. Ademili told everyone to take off their cloaks and rest on the couch in the lobby. As for the purchase of supplies, it can be left to her to take care of. A moment later, the attendant arrived with Balmore, the head of the fish-man guard, a humanoid being far taller and stronger than the other fish-man warriors, who could not hide the excitement in his eyes when he saw Ademili. And when he saw Zero and others, he showed a surprised expression.

Next, the waiter asked a few people to come with him in human language, and naturally the rooms had been arranged for everyone to stay in. So a few people left first, and only Adimili and the others were left in the lobby.

"Miss Artemily, who are those humans?" Baltimore asked in a deep voice.

"See that dark-haired, golden-eyed human man? He's the son of the planet, and because of his connections, I'm honored to meet the will of the planet. Adimiri still can't forget the excitement of meeting Agradis when she was in the spirit, even if it has been a few days, but she still trembles with excitement at this moment.

"Will of the Planet?

"Don't worry, the will of the planet is very much in favor of our approach, and has Zero agree to my invitation. Oh, yes. Zero is the child of the planet. Ademili explained simply.

Balmore also had a smile on his face: "I didn't expect the will of the planet to appear, and it would be a good thing to get its approval." This makes everything seem much easier. ”

"yes, that would have ended this chaotic era sooner. ”

"I hope so. Baltimore suddenly seemed to think of something, and said with a solemn expression: "By the way, today we just received a message from Gegnaia. ”

Seeing the serious expression of the chief guard, Ademilius hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"It's about the Red Grand Duke Merlin. Baltimore said in a deep voice: "It is said that Merlin left Gegenia not long ago for no reason, and his whereabouts are unknown. No one knows the reason for his private departure, and more importantly, he did not have the consent of Hamermis for this action. ”

"How so?" Ademilius showed an incredulous expression: "The Red Grand Duke Merlin is the chief of the altar guards, and he left suddenly, who will guard the altar?"

"That's not the point, it's what Merlin wants to do? Anyway, Mistress Hammis meant to ask us to keep an eye on Merlin, and the Lord seems to have some premonitions. ”

"Is it against Merlin?, is he going to betray us Gegna," said Ademili, with a soft sigh, "and if that is the case, then Merlin will be our most terrible enemy." Because he knows us like the back of his hand. ”

Baltimore could understand Ademili's concerns, and in the Green Capital, Merlin was only below Hamermis in terms of liliang and prestige. If such a character insists on betraying the green capital, then the damage caused is unimaginable. And the disappearance of the Red Grand Duke at the critical moment when Ademili secretly traveled to invite the children of the planet makes people speculate about his motives.

It's no wonder why Hammetis had a premonition of unhappiness, because it all happened too coincidentally.

Coincidence is excessive!

Just as Ademili and Balmore were worried about the Red Grand Duke's affairs, Betsy also frowned.

The cowboy pressed the brim of his hat so that the wind would not blow away his beloved hat. Especially when he was standing on the top of the mountain at the moment, the night wind seemed to be wild and fierce, blowing him in a long windbreaker. Betsy's gaze crossed the mountains and landed in a valley in the distance. It was brightly lit and had a tempting warmth on such a chilly night.

"Beauty and wine" Betsy couldn't help but lick her lips, which were chapped by the cold wind, and gently expressed her desire to be hooked by that bit of warmth.

But he knew that there might be wine in the Mobistone Market, but not beauties. In the bazaar that is entrenched by alien life, how can there be beauties who meet the aesthetics of cowboys.

Then again, it's not without beautiful women around cowboys. A touch of red makeup not far away is like a demon, but unfortunately, for Pedriffine, a pervert and slut, Betsy really can't have the idea of having fun with her. In cowboy parlance, I'd rather do it with the snowbeast than think about him [sleeping] with Pedriffine.

Gathering the distractions in his heart, the cowboy turned his head to a dark one that was crouching on the ground like a monkey and said, "Are you sure your target has entered the market?"

"Of course, do you doubt my judgment?" the clown with the ridiculous paint squealed, his voice full of reproach. Jenny has a strong self-esteem, but at the same time he has low self-esteem and cannot stand any suspicion. Just like now, the rhetorical tone of Betsy's words hurt Jenny, and the Joker had even tightened up a few quenched throwing knives.

Betsy was well aware of this colleague's temperament, and said with a headache: "Take it easy, Jenny, I don't doubt what you mean, it's just that we need to be cautious." ”

"Well, Jenny forgive you. The clown grimaced, but finally let go of the hand holding the throwing knife and moved to the magician's side. It's just that Bane is now in the form of zero, which makes Jenny feel very uncomfortable, so the clown quietly moves away a little. The person Bane is changing now gives the Joker a very uncomfortable feeling.

The clown's instincts have always been accurate.

And everything that made him uncomfortable, human or otherwise, was usually torn to shreds for him.

"So what are we going to do?" Apparently, the magician was now excited: "For God's sake, whatever you want to do." Hurry up, Betsy, I can't help but want to taste that delicious blood again. You know what? It's delicious, like when I tore my mother's throat with my own hands all those years ago, sucking the blood that came out of her neck. It's so sweet, like milk, and like poison. Whatever it is, I'm addicted. ”

Speaking of Zuihou, Bane was already dancing, his triangular eyes like King Cobra filled with red light, which could not be concealed even in the night.

"Be quiet, Bene, it's not that simple. Betsy looked at the firelight on the other side of the mountain and said, "Mobistone is surrounded by mountains, and there is only one tunnel to connect it, so we can't get into it. What's more, the clown said that zero left their own guards in the tunnel. Unless we turn into ghosts, we need a group of soldiers and a few people who have advanced to the ability, and by the way, there is also a high rank among them. It's basically impossible to sneak through the tunnel under such circumstances, and even if we do, we'll be spotted as soon as we enter the bazaar, and then zero they'll get the news."

"Don't you think you're worrying too much?" Pedfanie stood up at this time, and the mountain wind blew her red dress tightly wrapped around her body, outlining a moving curve: "Since you can't get in, let's just kill it." With the liliang of the five of us, what kind of bullshit bazaar is still difficult to defeat us?"

"Dear Fanny, if only your brain was half as well developed as your chest. Betsy sighed: "Let's not talk about the few high-level around Zero, we already have no advantage in numbers. What's more, do you think that Mobistone is as easy to pinch as a soft persimmon, where dragons and snakes are mixed, and it is not surprising that there are unknown powerhouses hidden. If we really swagger into it, as you say, it is still unknown whether we will be able to come out alive. ”

"This is not going to work, and that is not going to work, so what do you have in mind, Great Ash Spreader?" asked Pedfanie in a snarky tone.

Betsy was about to say something when her brow moved. Then a strange-pitched voice sounded from behind the five: "I have an idea, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?"

The wind blew and danced the crimson cloak. Stepping into the night, the warriors, whose bodies were covered with the same bright red armor, came with heavy steps. The warrior carried a heavy axe of equal height on his back, one side of which was sharpened into a crescent moon and the other covered with bright red serrations. It has a very rough grip with a spiral pattern carved into it.

The spiral pattern connects to a blood groove in the middle of the axe, and it is not difficult to imagine that when the evil axe hits the target, the enemy's blood will be channeled through the blood groove to the handle of the axe. However, the grip of the axe handle is equipped with a guard, which will prevent the blood of the enemy from reaching the master's hand.

The whole tomahawk smelled of blood, especially the jagged side, which was so red that one almost thought it was dyed red by blood.

The warrior's whole body is covered with intricate armor, and the gems embedded on it exude a halo of energy, and the halo flows through the ivy-like decorative lines between the armor, and it is believed that it is not so simple to decorate. As he approached, all four of them, with the exception of Betsy, were hostile. And the Destruction King Danton roared even more, and he was about to pounce on it with its dark red greatsword.

"Wait, Denton. Betsy drank it, then smiled at the warrior and said, "Before we make a move, why don't you let us hear what the Red Grand Duke of Gegenia has to say?"

The warrior paused, and picked up his fully covered helmet, shaped like a tiger shark, revealing the head of a fishman. At this moment, the night wind stopped for a while, and the crimson cloak fell. On the cloak, the altar-like pattern seems to tell something silently.