City of Sin: Under eighty-five questions

"Wait, master!" Elven Bard suddenly pulled out his dagger, pulled up the hair of a waitress on the ground, lifted her up, and then patted her blurred face with the dagger, just When she barely smiled, the dagger suddenly cut off, so her hands immediately flew out of the body!

The woman screamed immediately, and Richard looked a little hesitant, said solemnly: "Olar! What are you doing? You are going to cut this guy's finger! Not the woman's hand."

Elven Bard pulled the waitress' hair, turned her to Richard, and shook it hard twice, and a rather delicate small magic Scroll popped out of her corset. Before waiting for it to fall into the blood, Olar reached out and copied it, and then threw it to Richard. With a glance, Richard knows that this is a warning signal Scroll. The purpose is to let a specific magic clock ring when it is torn open.

This is a small piece of art circulated among the upper class nobility. It is similar to magic toys, but it is quite practical. I did not expect that the waitress in this bar actually had one hidden. It seems that her status and identity are not simple.

"Master, this woman wants to report the news secretly. If you want to escape, you have to cut your feet, so the hacker who wants to pass the message should be right." Orla defended herself.

"Don't worry about her, come here and do the work you should do!" Richard said coldly. Elven Bard is very clever, has loyalty and has a magic bond bond guarantee, but as its nature gradually reveals, it has become less and less flattering. But he is an indispensable character.

Looking at the barman who was pressed firmly on the bar, Olar wiped the blood from the dagger gracefully, and then asked, "Master, is it faster or slower?"

"I want to let him speak." Richard said.

At this time, Gangdor has replaced him as a bartender, so Richard can easily find a bottle of real good wine on the wine cabinet, pour a glass for himself, and then lean on the bar and wait for the result.

Olar glanced at the bartender ’s finger and said to Gangdor: “Borrow your axe for use.”

"What are you doing?"

The eyelids of Olar rolled over and said, "Because it is rough enough!"

This Gangdor loves to listen, so he passed the giant axe and said, "Be careful, this thing is heavy!"

Elven Bard snorted and lifted the big axe with a lot of effort. As a Level 9 bard Bard, although he can't use a heavy axe, it is not a problem to pick it up. But it ’s one thing to carry it, and it ’s another thing to use it flexibly. As for cutting a finger with this big guy, the difficulty is multiplied, not to mention that Elven Bard wants to do fine work, this root Cut your fingers in seven or eight times.

As a result, there was an accident on the first attempt. The axe fell a little bit, and it was erratic. The result was that the bartender's index finger was completely smashed by the weight of the axe itself.

The bartender screamed and even got rid of Gangdor ’s hand covering his mouth!

Elven Bard was sweating heavily, struggling with a giant axe with one hand, and screaming with dissatisfaction: "What the **** is it! Now this finger can only be cut three more times. What I want to say will wait until I finish cutting! No one wants to listen! "

"I said! I said everything!" The bartender collapsed completely, and he finally recognized a reality. The people in front of him were no more inferior than Stick and Red Gosak.

Because Elven Bard's hand holding the giant axe is shaking, the axe blade may fall at any time, and the bartender immediately tells everything he knows as quickly as possible.

Red Cossack is the largest slave merchant group in the whole Bloodstained Lands. There are naturally slave camps in the blue water oasis, and there are more than one, but there are ten camps in three majors and seven small ones, which can accommodate 30,000 slaves. There are always thousands of slaves in custody. In order to take care of such a number of slaves, Red Cossack put a 300-person guard team locally. This is really elite, but it is not a perimeter riding team like the Red Hook. But the real base of Red Cossack is not here, but by the Moon Bay more than 100 kilometers northwest.

As for Stick, it is a decisive force in the blue water oasis, with more than 200 cavalry and more than 400 Warrior. The two-headed dragon's usual business is to protect the order of the blue water and oasis together with the other five forces. These six so-called forces are actually six organized armed forces, occasionally dang dang mercenaries, and more often part-time robbers in the distance. The six forces that maintain the order of the blue water and oasis are counted together as one party, with two votes in the oasis council, the human Sequoia Kingdom representative has four votes, and the representative of the strength marquis Anrek has one vote. These ten seats are also the most frequently changed in the slave trade group.

The Oasis Council still has certain authority, after all, vigorous trade requires a relatively stable environment. But when it comes to key interests, it is also common to solve on-site and off-site.

Finally, according to the bartender, the two-headed Dragon Stick has the strength of Level 14, and there are more than a dozen captains under Level 12. But the most powerful person in the whole blue water oasis is the plenipotentiary of Anrek Marquis, Saint Realm swordsman Lufu of Level 16. Because of the existence of Lufu, it is also an important reason why only the Marquis Anrek can occupy a vote in the Oasis Parliament.

When the bartender confessed to this, the door of the bar was suddenly knocked open, and several drunkards sang songs into the bar. But the **** scene in the bar, the continuous moaning and screaming immediately awoke their drink by three points. When their eyes touched a few people who were sitting and looking coldly at the people here, the hangover was fully awake and immediately nodded and bowed, saying with a smile: "Wrong way, wrong way!" Go to the bar and close the door.

Richard picked up the glass, took a sip, threw the glass aside, and said, "Okay. Prepare for the next battle!"

So the men got up and Olar carried the bartender and asked, "What about this guy?"

"Let's put it!" Richard waved away and walked out of the bar.

As soon as Olar loosened his hand, the bartender immediately collapsed to the ground, as if the next moment would faint. But when he stared at the back of Richard, there was a trace of extreme resentment in his eyes. Almost everyone followed the Richard to leave the bar, including the quick-moving sand, but the bartender always felt something was wrong. He suddenly remembered that he didn't see the beautiful but extremely vicious elf appear. He suddenly turned his head and looked back, his pupil reflected the reflection of Elven Bard waving his dagger.

Another head flew into the air. Olar shrugged at the bloodless headless body and said, "Sorry, buddy, the master certainly doesn't like the look you just made."