Black sword.

The name......

It's been a long time since I've heard of it.

Tails lay on the table, stunned by the strange man he remembered.

Listening to the masked man's words, Ricky and Clay glanced at each other.

This time, it was Tampa's turn to be stunned.

"You already knew?Black Sword, and his Brotherhood of the Streets?"

He looked at the mercenaries quizzically.

"We met him. ”

Ricky said flatly, but his gaze stayed at the same angle for a long time: "And his unusual ancient saber with a great origin." ”

"Not so long ago. ”

The masked man folded his arms and snorted coldly, "Impressed." ”

Tails, who was lying on the table panting, was shocked.

Black sword.

He was a ...... Mercenary?

The Big Nine.

And what does this group of people, the blood whistle, have to do with him?

So much so that they did not hesitate to defy the law, hijack Tampa, and also ask for information about that man?

Confused, Tampa looked at this, and then at that: "Since you know, then why ......?"

Ricky held up his hand and interrupted him.

"It was just a confirmation, a confirmation that you know where he is. ”

"And now, we want to know his past, Tampa. ”

Ricky folded his hands and looked at him earnestly, his tone solemn and his demeanor solemn, as if he was doing a sacred ceremony.

"Especially his deeds before the Brotherhood, in the era of mercenaries: every mission, every business, every story. ”

Tampa's suspicions grew more and more serious.

"His origins, his identity, his background. Clay added silently, his tone like a great enemy.

Tampa's brow tightened.

"More than that. ”

The masked man raised his head and said coldly:

"Also his skill, his swordsmanship, his weapons, and especially his ......"

The masked man paused.

A cold light gleam in his deep eyes outside his mask: "The power of the end." ”

Black Sword's ......

The Power of the End.

Tails' breath quickened.

And......

Listening to the other two, Ricky nodded in agreement.

"In other words, we want everything, Tampa," Ricky squinted as he looked at the tavernkeeper:

"About the Black Sword...... All. ”

Tampa seemed to realize that something was out of the ordinary.

"You're not doing this for the sake of the Blood Vials, are you? ever since the Red Pit Viper was kicked out of the Baron's guard......" he glared:

"But now it seems ......"

Ricky and his two companions looked at each other and laughed.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tampa looked at them in bewilderment, trying to find the answer in the faces of the group of mercenaries who were licking their blood from the edges.

But he failed.

The three leaders remained calm, while the mercenaries around them were silent.

Tampa had to sigh and say, "Black Sword—how much enmity does he have with you, and is it worth putting on such a big show and even ruining your reputation and future?"

Ricky snorted.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes shining.

"You can't imagine it. ”

"You can't imagine how much of interest we have in him. ”

As the words fell, Clay and the masked man's eyes sharpened.

"You can't imagine what kind of miracle and opportunity he represents. ”

Tampa looked at him solemnly.

Ricky curled the corners of his mouth and tapped the desktop, as if immersed in his own world:

"For us, he will be the end of the old era and the beginning of the new century. ”

Tails listened blankly to all this.

He felt as if he had been caught up in something terrible.

"Is this some kind of cult?"

Fast Rope bit his ear on the table and whispered:

"I have seen in Warir a group of madmen shouting the names of demons and evil gods and bleeding sacrifices......"

"I don't know," Tails whispered to him, "I don't want to know, I just want to get out of here." ”

Fast Rope sighed softly on the table and glanced around cautiously: "I want to too, but there are too many of them." ”

Looking at the murderous dozens of mercenaries, observing their calm and orderly breathing and well-trained movements, Tails's heart tightened.

Right.

There are too many of them.

No matter for whom.

At this moment, Sonny, the mercenary who had stopped Tails and the others earlier, walked up.

"Ricky," Sonny grimaced, he didn't mean to lower his voice so that everyone in the tavern could hear clearly, "Our guests are here." ”

"Came alone. ”

At that moment, Ricky's eyes were extremely sharp.

Clay and the masked man reacted, with the former gently pressing on the hilt of the sword at his waist and the latter's gaze resting on the table.

"It's fast, an hour faster than promised. ”

Clay said coldly, "I guess their people are in place as well - I've dealt with that guy, and he definitely didn't come alone." ”

Tails sensed that the atmosphere in the tavern had changed.

If the previous whistle of blood seemed loose on the outside and tight on the inside, when Tampa and Tails and the others were detained, they were tense and dull with ease and ease......

After Sonny's words, the air here was only an oppressive dead silence.

Many of the mercenaries were breathing heavily, their faces were angry, and many of them stood up and even pressed their weapons.

"Hold on a little, all of you!"

Ricky looked around, his expression displeased, as if scolding the disobedient wild dog: "Our plans will not be interrupted by this accident. ”

"It doesn't matter what they're going to do. ”

The restless blood whistle quieted down, looked at each other, and returned to its place.

Tails looked at them strangely.

Guest?

Who's coming?

And what is their plan, more than just kidnapping Tampa?

The fast rope also cast a questioning look.

"I'm guessing we'll save our friendly conversation for another time, old friend. Ricky turned around, regaining his easy-to-talk expression.

"Next time?"

Tampa gritted his teeth and said, "You're not going to let me go, are you?"

Ricky ignored him.

Marina stepped forward: "I'll take them upstairs to ......"

Tails thought in his heart: if they were to be kept in isolation, they would have fewer opponents to face......

But his hopes were dashed.

"No, they just stay here, under everyone's watch. ”

Clay interrupts Marina, who seems to be second only to Ricky here.

"Tampa has been here for too long, knows his tavern too well, and his role is too important to us," Clay said cautiously, "We can't afford to take even the slightest risk until dawn." ”

Before dawn?

Tails noticed this detail.

When the dawn breaks...... What are they going to do?

Marina frowned slightly and looked at Ricky.

Ricky didn't object, he just groaned for a moment, and then nodded slowly to Sonny:

"Take him in. ”

"Be careful," the masked man at the same table snorted, "those damn cockroaches are the best at surprises." ”

Finally, in the midst of Tails' deep doubts, the door to "my house" was opened.

A man hidden in a cloak, watched by the mercenaries behind him, walked into the tavern, which was controlled by the sound of a bloody horn.

Just like when Tails first arrived, the mercenaries' fierce eyes and iron-blooded momentum instantly pressed away from the new guests.

But the guests in the cloak still walked smoothly and calmly.

Sonny, a mercenary, stops the guest.

"Search. He said coldly.

The guest shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands in obedience.

"Forget it, Sonny," Clay shook his head, looking unkind, "I dare say, if you really want to hide some weapons, even if you strip him off, this guy can take a dagger out of the **." ”

Sonny then got out of the way, not forgetting to throw a vicious eye knife at the guest.

The guest seemed a little helpless until he walked into the middle of the tavern and saw Ricky, Clay, the Masked Man, and Tampa sitting at a table.

"Did I bother about anything?"

The guests looked at the four with different expressions, and then at the prince duo, who were obviously forced to sit here, their voices confident and calm, with a bit of musical undulation.

Tails could feel it: Marina beside him looked disgusted, and her hands pressed on the hilt of her sword.

"You can't bother anything," said the masked man among the mercenaries coldly, "because there's no seat for you here, cockroaches in the gutter." ”

In the face of the slow hostility of the crowd, the guest chuckled and stretched his hands out of his cloak.

At this moment, the mercenaries behind him all pulled out their weapons and stared at his movements through gritted teeth.

"Relax," the guest seemed taken aback, "just my hood." ”

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his hood, revealing a white, ordinary face.

The moment he saw this face, Tails only felt a sense of familiarity flashing through it.

Odd.

Tails gritted his teeth secretly: he had seen this man.

Definitely seen.

I just don't know...... It's when.

As the leader, Ricky looked at the man standing there for a long time, turned to Clay and asked:

"Is that him?"

Clay stood up and walked over to the guest.

The new man smiled obediently and respectfully.

Clay stared at him for a moment, his face slowly tense.

"It's him. ”

The swordsman from the northern land nodded, "Six years ago, I saw it a few times. ”

His face was not very good-looking.

Six years ago.

Tails' heart slowly tightened.

Is it a coincidence?

The man noticed Clay with a blank expression.

"It's you, Salander Clay," the man looked pleased, "what an old acquaintance......"

Compared to Ricky's coldness and the masked man's hostility, Clay was not much better, and did not give his "old acquaintance" any face.

"Less," Clay replied unceremoniously, sitting back in his seat, "we all know what you are." ”

The man's expression froze, and his tone was awkward: "What a touching reunion." ”

"Speak. ”

Ricky's expression was still calm, as if he was just receiving a farmer who needed weeding services: "Your intention." ”

The new guest blinked.

Tails looked at the man, more and more familiar.

Who the hell is he?

"I can see that you still have some business to take care of," the white man looked at the ugly Tampa and the reluctant Tails, and rubbed his hands together, like a salesman selling his inferior liquor to the tavernkeeper, cautiously:

"And what I'm going to say now is important, so why don't we find a little secret room......"

Ricky smiled.

"I believe in my brothers, and there is nothing unseemly. ”

"Unless you have?"

The mercenaries up and down the tavern all sneered menacingly.

The man's face froze slightly.

"I beg your pardon, but what I'm going to say next is not a trivial matter," he said, looking around and looking a little embarrassed, "It's not just about your actions tonight......

The man's expression became gloomy: "It's more about the stability of the entire Blade Tooth camp." ”

As soon as these words came out, the mercenaries became agitated.

Clay and the masked man glanced at each other, recognizing the worry in each other's eyes.

The man turned and faced the unkind gaze of the audience.

"Yes, I know what you are going to do, and trust me: my presence and my proposal will only add to your plans. ”

The man smiled pleasantly, "Until then, we need careful and careful planning - what do you think? Clay? And this ......."

"It's like they've always been mean," Tails heard Marina and Sonny behind him whisper something, their tones full of gritted hatred, "divide, provoke, do whatever it takes." ”

"And what we need," the man raised his fingers with a strange expression, his thumb and forefinger rubbing slightly, "just a little communication and cooperation." ”

The commotion in the tavern grew, and the spearhead was pointed at the man in the middle of the field.

However, Ricky spoke.

"That's better, say your proposal in public. ”

Ricky quietly raised his hand and suppressed the objections of the others: "Inspire my brothers - for what we are going to do." ”

The man paused.

He looked around and was disappointed to find that the mercenaries who were honking their horns in blood had no objections.

"Hmph, well, since you all have no scruples......"

The man sighed and looked at it, as if he was quite sorry.

He was stunned, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm old, my memory is poor, I forgot to introduce myself," the man shook his head embarrassedly and patted his head: "As you can see, I'm an ordinary Northlander, you might as well call me ......"

The man bowed, squinted slightly, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes:

"Drills. ”

At that moment, Tails trembled slightly!

Fastrope gave him a strange look, but Tails didn't react in the slightest.

He just stared at the new man.

The white look, the bowing movement, the tone of speech, and this strange name......

Tails remembered.

This man.

He did.

Just six years ago!

"Drill?"

Marina snorted coldly, "What kind of bullshit name is this." ”

The chisel touched his head awkwardly, his expression rather apologetic.

But the man in the center of the tavern spoke.

"Drill," the masked man on Ricky's left leaned forward, scrutinizing the unusual guest, "and the carpenters and stonemasons use it to chisel through even the most indestructible solid wood and stone in one blow after another. ”

The masked man's tone revealed a deep hatred:

"It's fitting for you world-eating pests. ”

The mercenaries sneered.

The chisel exhaled helplessly.

"Don't care," Ricky, the leader of the mercenaries, nodded calmly, "Semir is more blunt. ”

The chisel shook his shoulders to show that he didn't care.

"Then may I ask who the gentleman I am talking to?" he smiled.

Ricky looked at his companions and chuckled.

"My current name is Ricky, at least that's what my brothers call me. ”

Ricky sighed and sat up in his chair slowly.

"But you, Mr. Drill, out of respect for the people behind you, and for the organization you belong to......"

He didn't seem to care about the person in front of him, and his right hand flicked a long sword beside the table.

"You might as well call me ......"

In the silence and adoring eyes of all the mercenaries, Ricky spoke softly, spitting out an unfamiliar name that Tails had never heard before:

"Crassus. ”

At that moment, the face of the chisel changed.

(End of chapter)