The dragon pushed open the door and walked in, the light in the room was dim, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes to adjust his pupils to the intensity of the light, and then walked straight to the bar, ignoring the stares that looked at him. Hey boss give me a beer, don't look for the rest. I'd like to inquire about somebody, his name is Hoffman, do you know any way to find him? He said it so loudly that it was deliberately heard by a lot of people. Hoffman, that Hoffman? Or that, of course, the wanted Hoffman. I don't know if you ask someone. Well, what do you have here? french fries and toast. Okay, let's have a copy.

He sat down with his glass in hand, when a young man approached, and he was on the opposite side of the dragon. The dragon looked at him, he was scruffily dressed, but he was fairly good-looking, with a broad forehead, and a large nose, and a pair of rather large, thick lips that bulged outward. The blue eyes are full of cunning, and at first glance he looks like a treacherous person. I heard you're looking for someone, right? The dragon nodded, how do you know? I think the whole tavern can hear it. You're looking for a fugitive named Hoffman? yes, you know where he is? Well, he's staring into the dragon's eyes, and I think I have a clue about him. The dragon swallowed a big gulp of beer, do you know where he is? Really? Of course it's true, if it's the robber Hoffman, I saw him the other day. I kid you not. While I can't guarantee where he is, it may provide you with useful information. Dragon: How about taking me there?Young man: Of course, but how much will I be paid?Dragon: How about two silver coins? Young man: Two gold coins. I'll take you there. Otherwise, forget it. Dragon: Two gold coins, you're a lion's mouth. Deal. But I can't pay until I see someone. I know how to go.

The two of them chatted as they walked. YOUNG MAN: You don't look like a mercenary? Not even a bounty hunter. Dragon: Ah, you guessed it, it's not, I have some personal problems to solve with him. Young man: Yes, but it's none of my business, and you don't have to pay for it when you see someone. Long: Don't worry, as long as you take me to find someone or his clues, you won't be rewarded. The two of them walked and talked, turning around in the alleys of the city. Come to a remote alley. He pointed to a house and said this was it. Dragon: Look left and right, yes, this is it, and then the young man said, "Do you want me to go in with you?" Dragon: You don't need to wait for me here.

Then the dragon pushed open the door and walked in, it was a little dark inside, and the dragon squeaked on the wooden floor. Is there anybody?" he shouted. No one responded, and the dragon's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, careful searcher. Suddenly, the young man came in and shouted, "Hoffman, this guy has been asking you for news at the bar." I brought him to you. Three people who then came out of the corner of the kitchen. Aha, let me see who is so interested in me, that guy named Hoffman, with a big belly and a round waist, licking his belly, and a fierce face appeared in front of the dragon. Is this the guy looking for me? The young man replied, "It's him." I followed him three streets. As he spoke, he kept shaking the dagger in his hand. Hoffman smiled sinisterly, so let's talk about why you're looking for me? The dragon drew his sword and looked at them vigilantly, the dragon cursed in his heart, it looks like he was fucking deceived. Fell for him. It looks like one against four. I don't know what those guys are up to. This scruffy young man should be the best position to break through. Hoffman slowly approached, tell me what the are you doing? in the army, or in the mercenary group? Dragon: Neither. I have something I want to talk to you about. Hoffman; What do you want to talk to me about? Talk to me with that sword? Hoffman offered two gold coins for me to let me bring him here. Hoffman: Oh. Two gold coins. He licked his lips and looked like you're rich. Put your sword down, bastard, whatever you're doing? I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this room today. It's you who take the initiative to hand over the guys. Or do it yourself. Long: Hey, listen, I guess it's a misunderstanding. I came to you for a big deal. Hoffman: So you chose to let me do it. He glanced at the man behind him, and the two men behind him drew their swords and rushed towards the dragon. Of course, the dragon will not sit still, and putting down the sword would be tantamount to suicide. Several people were scuffling in one place. The strength of those two people was average, and the thugs found by Hoffman turned the house into a battlefield, and it was a mess. The dragon is no longer the hairy boy he was three years ago. The leader of the Dragon Mercenary Regiment personally trained him for three years. He has grown into a great fighter. Hoffman: Oh, yes, I'm getting more curious about who you are. Hurry up and get rid of him, and then the young man with the dagger joins the fray. The dragon was one against three, he leaned his back against the wall to prevent himself from being attacked on his back, and in the face of great pressure, he forced the dragon, who originally wanted to preserve his strength, to fight back. A silver sword roared and slashed off one of the young man's arms. Blood splattered everywhere, and the young man howled and fell to the side. Hoffman was shocked, and then drew his long sword, shouting that there were still two more hits. Get out of the way and let me come. Who after the two battles in one place. The two actually fought to an equal footing. The sword qi collided with each other, and the sword marks on the floor were shocking. The dragon held the sword in both hands, gasping for air. Damn stubble, he muttered.

Hoffman was also uncomfortable, and he was still wearing colors. He screamed, what are you two doing in a daze, kill him? Under the attack of three people. The dragon couldn't resist. It's not big in the room. The dragon wanted to find a few moments and rush out. If you fight outside, they will definitely have some scruples. But then Hoffman guessed what the dragon thought. Keep him pinned down in the corner. The dragon leans its back against the wall, looking for an opportunity. But it's not that easy, damn, it's going to be bad. These guys are so tough, I don't want to die here, I have to figure out a way. Dripping sweat fascinated his eyes, and he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, there is, wait a minute. Hoffman grinned and shouted, "Why do you want to beg for mercy?" Dragon: I think there is a misunderstanding between us, I am neither in the army nor in the mercenary group. I am a guard of His Royal Highness the Third Prince. We are on the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince and would like to ask you for help. Hoffman: Hehe, this is the stupidest joke I've ever heard, you and I were a three-year-old child, what could a Highness do with someone like me? You're dead. The dragon shouted: "What I'm saying is really damned, you see here is a letter from His Royal Highness the Prince." There was also a gratuity, and then the dragon turned out the trial book and the gold coins and gems that he was carrying. He passed with his sword. Look at the letter, and believe me. The weapon landed on the floor with a characteristic sound. Gold coins were scattered all over the place. This hand really bewitched Hoffman. I should have been attracted by the yellow, orange, orange gold coins and colorful gemstones. The two men greedily swept the gold coins to their side. Wow, so many gems. One of them shouted, "Look boss." Those *will love these things, and I promise they'll scout you like a king. Hoffman finally turned his attention to gold coins and gems. He reached out and grabbed a handful of gems. A smug smile leaked from his face. He picked up the trial book to see what was inside. At this time, the dragon's eyes were slightly closed, and he recited a spell in his mouth, mentioning Ah Taiya, pressing Liwuti, Ah Companion, and the elemental fire turned into a sharp sword to smash the enemy. A ball of fire whistled and rushed towards Hoffman. Hoffman's eyes lit up. It's not good to know. He dragged the person standing next to him as a shield. The explosive force of the fireball blew both men away. Hoffman lay on the ground and wiped the blood from his face, screaming in panic that you can use magic, a magician, he got up from the ground and ran. Another of Hoffman's subordinates didn't care whether the companion who had been hit by the magic was dead or alive, and ran away with Hoffman.

The dragon succeeded in his sneak attack, and hurriedly picked up the treasure scattered on the ground and chased it out. Grasping Hoffman right now is the most important thing to do. He rushed out the door and saw the two of them in front. Catch him he's a fugitive, the dragon screams as he desperately chases. Hoffman was chasing after him, and secretly complained, worrying about how to get out, when he happened to see a carriage parked in front of him, and the coachman obviously did not mean that he was in danger. By the time he felt he should stay away, Hoffman had already taken a few steps in front of him and slashed him off his horse with a sword. He cut off the reins. Then he turned over and got on his horse. His companions also rushed over. He shouted to Hoffmann: Take my head, take me. Hoffman turned his horse's head and slashed at his head with his sword, instinctively flinching back, severing only his arm. Then he rode his horse and disappeared in front of the crowd. The dragon chased after him for a while, and looked helplessly at Hoffman who was far away. Damn it. Let him slip away.

The accomplice who had Hoffman's arm cut off. Squatting against the wall and squatting, pressing your hands on your shoulders. His face was pale to a piece of white paper, and he was looking at the dragon with blood staining the ground red. Dragon: Walking over and looking at him, it looks like you've been abandoned. It's pathetic. He was so hateful, it was an eye-opener for me, he stroked his sword, I think you should have come to your senses, and then he raised his sword and made a gesture of slashing. The man begged: Don't kill me, don't kill me, please. See in, see in. Long: Give me a reason not to kill you? I, I still have my wife and children, and I have an 80-year-old mother to take care of at home. Long: I think you'd better talk less nonsense and play less of these outdated tricks with me. Where is that guy going to go if he gets out of town? Say it, and I can consider letting you go. I don't think you have much time left. How about before your blood drains? If you swear not to kill me, I'll tell you. Dragon: Ha, well, I promise you that if you say where he's going out of town, I'm not going to kill you. It will also help you stop the bleeding, and then release you. The man still hesitated to speak. The sound of the armor of the transmission guards in the distance, and the explosion just now alarmed the guards in the city. Look at the guards, march from afar. Dragon: Grab his clothes I suggest you hurry, those guards aren't as polite as I am, they'll put you in a dungeon and burn yours with a red-hot iron*. You're guaranteed to die. But what you're telling me now. I'll intercede with them and let you go, don't forget who I'm working for. I have the right to do so, and he took out the medal of the Loyal Guard from the king and shook it before his eyes. See what this is? You know what it is. If you don't want to die, just say it. The man saw the medal and believed it, so he was relieved. Only those above the knightly rank who had made meritorious contributions on the battlefield would be rewarded with medals. If Hoffman escapes by chance, he will surely head to the village of Edgar's Medding, where we have a stronghold. He'll definitely go there when he's out of town. There was a tavern in the village where we connected. Dragon: Ah. I don't know if what you said is true or false. The man hurriedly said: I swear it is true, otherwise you will kill me now.