This is a pub.
Broken signs, muddy and dirty floors, tables and chairs soaked with wine stains, dim lights, fermentation, sweat, malt wine, mop water... All kinds of strange smells come from the moment you step in the door.
As like as two peas, the cheek of a chef, the burning fireplace, the simple and coarse guests, and Eboden''s almost the same as the pub in the sewer lane.
To put it simply, it is a place for hooligans and beggars, where the poor gather for fun, and it is also a place for gangs to get money.
The black haired wizard with a dagger around his neck followed the assassin into the door of the tavern. Behind him was Lena desallion, holding the box in her arms.
It contains gold bonds worth 300 million silver coins.
Behind the "black framed glasses", two assassins stood on both sides of her body.
The three men stared at Lauren and black framed glasses. The blade between their necks had not left an inch since they were placed on their necks, and their finger joints and back of hands were always tight.
That''s a sign before they start... These people are not ordinary gangsters, but really top assassins.
This kind of assassin in the real sense is completely different from ordinary thugs, mercenaries, and even church knights and wizards... When dealing with the latter, he can have no scruples... It''s a big deal to try to attract attention and blow up the whole street with "Turin fire" to send them to heaven.
But to deal with these people, and still step into their trap... Loren had to be vigilant.
Money doesn''t matter, but Lina de sallion is her only witness and must not make any mistakes.
Through the bar of the tavern, between a group of poorly dressed and yelling big heads, there is an empty seat for four at the bottom.
The black haired wizard who was held by the dagger had no expression, and his eyes kept passing around, taking a panoramic view of the whole tavern.
No more, no less, count the... 35 next to you.
Just as they crowded through the crowd, the retreat behind them had been completely blocked by the guests in the tavern... This means that Loren with Lina desallion can''t evacuate safely from here before the three assassins react.
So what about these three people first?
The rest of his eyes swept over the two people on both sides of the girl, and the black haired wizard quickly rejected his idea... It was too slow. Their position was very subtle. They seemed to be very close, but they were never on the same level. He could not solve both at the same time.
The moment you start, the other one may hurt Lina.
His eyes swept past the grey robed man on his side, and Loren saw the fierce light in his eyes.
It''s the guy who was released by himself last time
These people have found out their details... We''d better talk to them first. It''s better not to do it unless we have to.
And the other side specially chose this place. It''s hard to say whether there are other ambushes and backers... We have to find a way to turn this place into our own home.
The dark haired wizard made the final judgment and spoke first when he sat down:
"Come straight, what do you want?"
The grey robed man opposite was obviously stunned. Looking at the guy who obviously had no fear, he couldn''t help but clench his fists:
"If I remember correctly, I told you last time, Lord Loren Turin."
"If I remember correctly, I told you last time that I was not interested." Lauren shrugged, unaware that he was the one threatened:
"If you still intend to make terms, I suggest you change one; if not... Miss Lina and I have other things."
"Dang --!"
The moment the voice fell, the silver awn screamed!
The dark haired wizard glanced slightly, and the cold, slender stabbing sword slipped over his face and pierced the back of the chair behind him; The bright silver, which was still around the waist, also resisted the assassin''s throat.
Feel the cold of the neck, the assassin holding the hilt motionless, sweat on his cheeks and tremble slightly.
"I suggest you don''t be impulsive." the expressionless Loren raised his left hand and put a copper dice in front of the gray robed man:
"Your friend can''t run away again."
The expression of the grey robed man is hard to see.
"Lord Loren Turin, we..."
"Oh, by the way, please tell the gentleman that if he wants to see me so much, he needn''t bother so much." Loren knocked on the table: "just leave a message and I''ll be waiting anytime and anywhere."
"That... Sir?"
Loren raised his head, and the corners of his mouth slid a slight arc. He only opened his mouth but made no sound: "lute infinite."
He knows?!
The grey robed man looked at the fearless wizard in front of him in amazement.
How could he
"How could I know... You might as well ask why I didn''t find out until now." knocking on the table, Loren''s eyes fell on the black dice.
Although the principle of operation is not clear, this "enchanting technology" that fixes the magic spell on the object is the latest research of eboden in recent years. So far, it is really being popularized in a large area, only the "fluorite lamp" that enchants the "firefly curse".
In the Empire, which force can get so much support from eboden that it has the results of the latest technology in alchemy?
Who knows his details and knows his every move?
Night watchman, of course.
Looking at the sharp silver blade between his companions'' necks, the grey robed man who felt the faint pain of his chest injury twitched his throat.
This guy... He came prepared.
Yes, how can a man who can be praised by Lord LUT infinite have no backhand?
"Now that you have discovered... Why are you here?"
Just a few words, the grey robed man found it very difficult to say.
Because there are assassins in the casino that they don''t know, and they are probably ready to do it - that''s the truth, but how can a dark haired wizard tell them this?
"Because I''m also a night watchman." Loren lowered his voice. "The most important thing is that I believe that as a night watchman in power, LUT infinite has the most basic reason."
It''s not character, it''s not morality... In these two points, lute infinite can be called the bottom line of human beings, an outstanding representative of Sven scum and an image spokesman of people without credibility.
Kill yourself and he can solve the problem?
Of course not, otherwise he would not let himself live to the present - the key to the problem is not his little wizard adviser, but his highness Brandon de saleon in the heavenly palace.
As long as the "Dragon Rider" is still alive, he will cause endless trouble for his royal highness crown prince Connor.
Instead of fighting Brandon head-on, it''s better to monitor yourself, a wizard consultant, to control his every move... This is probably the idea of LUT infinite.
"Where did this come from, rich young master?" a rude, ugly voice suddenly approached, and a face full of flesh:
"And a little girl in a flower skirt ran to our chassis... Why, noble masters like to play this tune these days?"
"Bang --!"
The strong man smashed a full glass of malt wine on the table. The grey robed man and two assassins frowned slightly and deliberately avoided the splashing wine.
Pubs in such places don''t use good black malt to make wine. Most of them are rotten old grain, fermented with the leftover water from the gutter cellar... The taste can be imagined.
"If you don''t want to die, drink this cup to me, and then get out of our tavern. The brothers in the province will try their best to throw you all into the cesspit!"
"Or are you going to play something different with the brothers, rich young master?"
As soon as his voice fell, several strong men behind him burst out a burst of uproar, mixed with a lot of sexual laughter.
"I think I''d better forget it."
With an unchanged face, Loren picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it down under the incredible eyes of the three assassins; Then he got up and walked towards the gate without looking back.
"Is he going to...?!"
As soon as the assassin wanted to intercept, he was held down by the gray robed man, and his calm eyes turned to Lina desallion sitting opposite.
The girl with the box in her arms still looked at the back of the dark haired wizard without expression.
"Clang -!"
The crisp sound suddenly quieted the noisy tavern.
It was... The sound of the door locked.
The grey man stared at the back of Loren Turin in front of the door.
"I don''t know the ceremony..."
"Nothing to..."
"Liye..."
With a strange smile, Lauren, with his hands behind his back, turned and looked at the whole tavern, holding his shoulders and staring at his strong men
"Sorry, I wanted to try this sentence a long time ago." the black haired wizard shrugged: "so..."
"Are you going to stand here all day..."
"Or fight with me?"