As he spoke, he handed the red rope back to the dark-skinned soldier.

Suddenly, Jonathan's tone was cold, and he said with a murderous expression: "But if someone kills a competitor or harasses the residents of the city for the sake of a bounty, don't blame me for being rude at that time!"

With that, Jonathan grabbed the long sword at his waist with his right hand, and with a bang, pulled the long sword out and thrust it back into its scabbard.

And the soldiers behind him, the moment Jonathan drew his sword, roared in unison and stomped their feet violently.

"Boom ......"

Although it is only a team of ten people, the momentum is not weak.

Suddenly, a fierce aura of slaughter spread through the tavern.

It has to be said that this is a well-trained elite soldier.

Jonathan's sudden hand still has a strong deterrent power in front of this group of mercenaries with uneven strength.

The deterrent effect of this hand was immediately apparent.

All sounds in the tavern died down at once, and a falling pin could be heard.

After Jonathan finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at the location of the magician Liebert.

The latter, still with a smile on his face, nodded at him slightly, and acted exactly as before.

He then turned around and retrieved the cloak from the soldier's hand, draped it over his body, grabbed the gloves that were placed on the bar, and hurried away with the soldier.

After Jonathan left, the two soldiers, one white and one black, stayed.

The next thing is nothing more than noisily asking the vice-captain for the details of the mission, and then there are trivialities such as the swarthy soldier and distributing red ropes to the mercenaries who are going to participate in the mission.

The tavern was again filled with a commotion of conversation and movement.

Some people have even begun to woo others, hoping to cooperate in the way of high bounty tasks.

The scene of the magician Libert just now, Lance and Ike saw it clearly.

Ike, whose eyesight and hearing have improved a lot, listens to the content of the conversation even more clearly.

Just whispering a few words, as if protected by some kind of force, sounded not so real.

I can't imagine that a high-level magician of the Beginner Realm can make the captain of a city's city guard obey.

And what about the great magician of Misdalan who had saved their lives before?

But it's not surprising to think about it.

Grand Mage Mithlanda is guarded by three elite martial arts cultivators of the high-level realm.

And any high-level martial cultivator is the target of all forces.

"No wonder when we say we will become a magic swordsman, we will be despised. ”

Lance said to Ike with some curtle.

When he thought of this, he was a little embarrassed, and his face was slightly hot.

Lance hurriedly took a sip of his glass to hide his embarrassment.

Ike laughed when he saw this, and he also took a sip of his wine glass, smashing his mouth with a look of indifference.

"Despise it, despise it, although it is difficult to become a magic swordsman, but it is not absolutely impossible to do. As long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to do it, and those who have a sour mouth can't do it themselves, regardless of their opinions. ”

He put down his glass, stood up, and continued to Lance: "I'll go find the vice-captain first to find out the situation, and by the way, I'll go and get the two red ropes back, maybe we will have to act with them tonight." ”

Without waiting for Lance to respond, Ike got up and walked towards Jonathan's vice-captain.

As soon as he took a few steps, two figures with red ropes tied to their right arms walked past Ike.

"Huh?"

Libert, the magician who had passed by Ike, paused, his face puzzled and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Iron Fist Bruce asked suspiciously.

"I passed by him, and I couldn't see through his spiritual world at such a close distance. ”

"Well, and people you can't see? That's interesting. ”

As they spoke, the two of them pushed open the door of the tavern, and glanced back at the tavern hall meaningfully.

"That blonde kid would be more interesting, I think he's what Gard called Lance!"

The corners of Witch Libert's mouth curled into a playful smile, a little mischievous.

Tekken Bruce grinned and walked out of the tavern with Willert the Magier.

...... in the tavern

A corner of a staircase that can't be illuminated by a magic ball.

A huddled black figure was staring at Lance with a pair of dark blue eyes through the holes between the stairs.

A scarlet tongue licked greedily at his lips.

The black shadow is like seeing a delicacy, and it can't help but drool.

Lance, who was drinking depressedly, felt a chill in his back, and a feeling of being watched spontaneously appeared.

After confirming that it felt right, Lance jerked back in the direction of the stairs.

"Huh?"

Lance snorted, a little confused.

He saw nothing but a faint wisp of green smoke dissipating.

At this moment, Ike had already walked back with two red ropes.

He happened to see Lance's sudden turn of the head, and asked with some confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Ike followed Lance's gaze in the direction of the stairs, but saw nothing.

"I just felt like I was being stared at by something, like when we first entered the outer edge of the Irene Forest. ”

Lance frowned and whispered to Ike.

He was still staring at the stairs in the direction of the stairs, a little puzzled, without blinking his eyes.

A moment later, Lance grabbed the sword of Sohana that lay on the table, and walked nervously to the stairs.

As soon as he took two steps, he felt a slight heat in the palm of his right hand, which held the hilt of the sword of Sohana.

"Huh, is it the undead?"

Lance thought to himself.

This feeling is exactly the same as the stalking of a creature that was driven away by Eliface with necromancy.

Ike also noticed that Lance's face had become very solemn.

He knew there must be something wrong here, and Lance's instincts couldn't be wrong.

He drew his sword and carefully followed Lance, guarding his surroundings.

Their action immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

Everyone held their breath to make way for the two of them, and they all looked at them with a puzzled look, a little inexplicable and unclear.

"Is this another good show to watch?"

This was the thought of the people in the tavern.

Lance, who was about to reach the front of the stairs, had already drawn his sword of Sohana and made an attacking gesture.

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

Just then, Ike gently patted Lance on the shoulder.

Then carefully remove a burning torch from the wall and hold it in your hand.

Lance and the two nodded to each other after checking their eyes.

Suddenly, Ike threw the torch down the stairs, and at the same time, Lance sprang down the stairs.