Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 822: Weird guest

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A long counter extends to the wall, and sunlight shines in the dusty corner, and a cat with black and white hair is lazily curling up on the table. [This article comes from.]

This is a small tavern in the Undercity of the Scourge Church. This tavern is run by a mother and daughter. The mother's name is Magis. She has a lovely daughter named Christine. A few more In May, Christine turned seventeen years old, and she came out very beautifully. Although she is not an adult, she has a beautiful appearance and a plump figure that is not inferior to an adult, and many suitors. Many young people in Undercity In order to meet Christine, he did not hesitate to run over from another district of Undercity, just to drink a glass of ale.

Mother and daughter Marquis have been in the Undercity for five years. For them, the Undercity is a very kind and energetic place, although it is a bit more gloomy than other cities. Repressive atmosphere, but business is not bad-at least before.

However, the reason that made Mrs. Marquis fancy the Undercity and has been operating here for five years is that-no matter how powerful a mercenary, it is always honest to come to the Undercity, no one Don't dare to make trouble here, the huge Ron statue in the main city square of the Church of Natural Disaster is the guarantee of everything.

But all this was destroyed by the arrival of the Red Silk Legion!

Since the Red Silk Legion defeated the Scourge Church and took over the place, the business of the Magis Tavern has plummeted. Even her daughter’s beautiful appearance cannot make the business in the tavern much better. These days, Magis The lady's eyebrows were covered with melancholy and haze--the tavern might be closed if such a business goes on.

It has been more than three months since the arrival of the Red Silk Legion. With the defeat of the Scourge Church as a sign, the Red Silk Legion really conquered the continent of Noah, and the continent of Noah lost it with the passing of Noah. The original name, there is only one name that all the creatures of Noah Continent need to remember-that is the great leader of the Red Silk Legion, the super-ranked beast Sky Dragon Uttaris from the main plane.

No one has seen Uttaris, but it does not prevent the people of Noah from recognizing their new leader at a glance. On the squares of every huge city, there are hundreds of meters tall, towering into the clouds, The huge sky dragon statue with teeth and dancing claws, of course, the Undercity is no exception.

On the current Noah continent, under the high-pressure rule of the Red Silk Legion, there is no distinction between countries, regions, groups, and races. The original kings and nobles have been driven out of palaces, mansions, and some powerful mercenaries. As well as the superior sanctuary powerhouses, all were demoted to civilians-to be precise, they were slaves.

These slaves are all required to wear the red silk legion logo-the red silk on the arm, or the red silk on the head, or the "swastika" inscription, if anyone is found not wearing it These things, he will encounter misfortune-being ruthlessly killed by the pickets of the Red Silk Legion.

These pickets stationed in various places are all powerhouses above the sanctuary, and the picket captain is even more of the demon beast.

Under the cruel and iron-fisted rule of the Red Silk Legion, the entire Noah Continent is like a huge prison, and all living things are tortured in this terrifying prison.

Christine lay bored on the table in the tavern, staring at a picture on the wall in a daze. She has long millet, slightly curly hair, and her two big brown eyes are full of youthful looks. , A black-and-white dress wrapped her graceful figure, and on the arm without sleeves, a red cloth strip was bright and dazzling.

The pub is not big, but there are only three or four guests, and it looks a bit deserted. Most of them drink and eat meat silently, and even when they speak, they deliberately lower their voices, as if they are afraid of being heard by others. The atmosphere It was a little dull, and it was in sharp contrast with the noisy scenes of the past.

Christine has been staring at the painting on the wall for quite a long time. It is a portrait of a middle-aged human woman. For Christine, this is nothing special, but she Knowing that this human woman is very important to the Red Silk Legion, for this reason, the Red Silk Legion members have been to the tavern three times, repeating the same words each time, that is, they must report the woman in the painting to her.

"Who is she? Why did the Red Silk Legion look for her?"

Christine didn't know the woman in the painting, only that she was Mary. Christine thought silently. She was so energetic that she didn't even hear her mother call her name.

"Kristin...Kristin...what are you thinking about?"

Christine's mother, Mrs. Magis, patted her gently, and she was startled by Christine, and she came back to her senses.

"Christine... Hurry up and greet the guests, I don't know what you are thinking... Really... I didn't even hear the guests coming in!"

Mrs. Magis muttered. Because of the bad business during this period, her tone was a bit aggressive. The usual Mrs. Magis is not like this. Everyone smiles at Mimi.

"Oh...I'm sorry, mother, I will go now..."

Christine stood up a little flustered, tidyed her hair, and walked up to greet her quickly.

What came in was a human man wearing a black robe. His skin was white and blue, and his rickety figure looked a little thin. He looked a little tired after the long journey. He took off his hood and revealed a beautiful face. Come, it's just that his young face is covered with wild beasts that are extremely disproportionate to his age.

From the outfit point of view, this is a young necromancer. From the outfit point of view, it can be seen that if this was before, this profession would definitely be a big hawker.

Christine's eyes shined, and a professional smile appeared on her pretty face.

"Please sit down, dear necromancer, what do you want to order?"

"Hello!"

The necromancer who came in nodded lightly. He turned to look around and frowned slightly. He turned and sat down, took a look at Christine, and said in a hoarse voice, "Here is a glass of ale, then Bring everything you can eat!"

Speaking, the Necromancer shook his hand, "Wow!" Dozens of gold coins poured out from his sleeve like beans.

Kristin looked straight. These gold coins are a full month's income from the tavern. Even if they were placed in the past, they were 100% big high-profile customers, unless they were commissioned with a large bounty. Only soldiers have such a big hand.

"Okay, Mr. Necromancer, please wait a moment!"

Christine’s face was smiling like a flower, her hands were flying quickly on the table, and she put away dozens of gold coins in just an instant, which made people sigh her professionalism.

Attracted by the sound of gold coins falling on the table, the guests in the tavern turned around and looked at the uninvited guest in front of them with a vigilant look. By coincidence, the expressions of these people changed all and then they lowered. Head away, no more words.

"Mom, look, we are rich..."

Christine ran back to the counter quickly, her beautiful face was filled with excitement, "Look... fifty-three gold coins, a full fifty-three gold coins..."

"Great!" Mrs. Magis's face was full of excitement, "Now we don't have to close the door!"

With money, the tavern can continue to open, this tavern mother and daughter all sources of income.

Kristin stretched out her tongue playfully, smiled, and then the two of them got busy.

"Mom, did you say this guy is a mercenary?" Christine poured the ale from the barrel into the glass, and a large white foam appeared.

"It should be, we haven't met such an outrageous customer for a long time!" Mrs. Magis put on the work clothes, and the knife in her hand quickly cut a piece of beef, and then put it on the quilt on the counter. On the hot red iron plate, after a while, the beef began to smell like "sizzling...".

Christine quickly finished the glass of ale, put it on a tray, and was about to bring it to the guests. At this time, her footsteps came to a halt, and her eyes opened. There was a strong look of surprise inside.

"What's the matter, Christine, don't you serve the ale to your distinguished guests?"

Mrs. Marquis hurriedly urged seeing Christine standing still.

"Mom...Mom, look...that guest...isn't it a bit...weird?"

Christine opened her eyes wide and said eagerly.

"Strange?"

Mrs. Magis looked up casually, then shook her head, "No, nothing is wrong."

"But...but he doesn't have an armband...and he doesn't have any mark of the Red Silk Legion!" Christine whispered to her mother, her voice trembling, and her face full of fear.

"What?"

Mrs. Magis was taken aback, and then panicked.

"Perhaps... he forgot to take it with him when he went out, should we remind him?" Christine swallowed hard and said.

"It's too late!" Mrs. Marquis sighed. "Did you see the guests at the other table? He just ran out, and 80% went to the picket to inform the police. If the picket comes, this Guys can't survive..."

Marquis waved his hand weakly, "I'd better remind him, maybe one of them might hurt us!"

"Yes, mother!" Christine responded and walked quickly towards the Necromancer.

The Necromancer had been sitting in his seat, staring at the front in a daze. He saw Christine coming and nodded lightly. Before she opened the door, he asked, "What's wrong with this person?"

"Huh?"

Christine was stunned, only to realize that the other party was referring to the portrait of Mary.

"Uh...this..." With the sight of the necromancer, Christine's face was flustered. She always felt that this face was familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but again Can't tell.

"This is a human woman named Mary, and the Red Silk Legion is looking for her!" Christine answered honestly.

"Oh..."

Hearing the name of the Red Silk Legion, the necromancer in front of him looked slightly cold, "What did the Red Silk Legion look for?"

"What are you doing? This...I don't know..."

Christine smiled awkwardly. She gave the other person a slight look and couldn't help but say, "This...respected guest...is like this...I think...when you go out... Didn’t forget to bring something..."

"I...I mean...you should remember, maybe you forgot...that's...that armband!"

Christine said eagerly, she secretly complained about herself, and she was always eloquent at this time, and she couldn't even talk about it.

"Red Silk Legion Armband?"

The Necromancer frowned, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, "I never wear this thing!"

"What?"

Christine was really frightened this time. If she goes out and forgets to pay it, what does it mean if she refuses to wear it? It means a naked provocation against the Red Silk Army.

"Dear guest, you can't do this. If you are found by the Red Silk Legion picket...you...you will die!" Christine became anxious, and sweat dripped from her brow.

"I have already said..." The Necromancer said firmly, "I will never wear this thing!"

Christine wanted to persuade again. At this moment, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the tavern door. She already understood that the picket team had arrived.

It's too late to say anything, Christine sighed helplessly, and secretly prayed for this unfortunate necromancer...