Many of them still maintained their arrogant and indifferent attitudes, not even bothering to say a word. After the bar counter was smashed, the bartender's expression was as if someone had slammed a brick on his face. He was stunned for a few seconds with his mouth agape. Then, he quietly lowered his head and accepted the black checkered cloth.
"This way."
Clang!
Yuna sheathed his scimitar and a bloody palm fell to the ground.
Maid Medusa, who was almost taken advantage of, turned around and saw the man who was less than a meter away staring blankly at his broken arm. Then, he let out a painful scream.
Yuna expressionlessly walked past the man who was rolling on the ground in pain. The man's companion wanted to get up and attack, but Yuna turned his head slightly and gave him a sidelong glance, forcing him to sit back down. They were both people who had been rolling on the edge of life and death. Just a glance was enough to tell how strong the opponent was.
This was the border. Whoever's fist was stronger would have the final say.
Many of them went upstairs with expressionless faces. From beginning to end, they did not look at anyone in the room.
…
The atmosphere here was filled with cold-bloodedness and the strong preying on the weak. Many of their gentle expressions had turned into ice-cold masks. After everyone's room was properly arranged, Yuna sat on her armchair and let out a sigh of relief.
"Night watch. Kill any intruders."
The law. The strongest person here was the law. Yuna's action was an order given by Yuna, but it did not trigger any reaction from the others. Even the bartender did not say anything. This meant that similar incidents happened frequently and no one had ever done anything to uphold justice.
This was a cruel country. Compared to the Western Continent that relied on money to pave the way, the people here were much more valiant.
The night was long and full of danger. Ever since they came to this continent, the sense of danger had always accompanied them. Without the stability and tranquility of Oditore, all their actions had to be taken step by step in the process of chaos.
Yuna stood on the first shift.
Yuna nodded at the hardworking troll. The troll lightly moved the scimitar in his hand as a greeting. The next moment, Yuna disappeared on the spot.
Information was important to Yuna at any time.
No one knew how far a defenseless demon could go in this place. The corpses on the streets in the distance told Yuna that this was a place where money was of little use.
Shadow Steps no longer caused any ripples. Speaking of which, using these skills was as easy as breathing. Wearing simple leather armor, Shadow Steps pushed open the door of a building. The opposite of the cold air outside caused Shadow Steps to open his eyes slightly.
Mercenary Guild?
Yuna didn't know if he should say it. In short, this place felt similar to Karo City. The booths were filled with people wearing leather armor. Occasionally, there were Mages in black robes. These people stood in groups of twos and threes. Needless to say, they were small parties. The service counter in the distance was bustling with activity. Yuna could hear the shouts of people hawking their wares. Yuna could tell that it was a quest to hunt magical beasts or kill a certain number of creatures.
Yuna raised his eyebrows and sat on an empty seat at the side. He gestured for the waiter to serve him a cup of hot water. Then, he sat there quietly.
Yuna's Perceptive Sense allowed him to listen to the conversations of the people in the room. Even though it was noisy at first, Yuna gradually learned to distinguish what the people were discussing.
"Three squares!
Fixed price!
If you want any more, then get out of here! "
"I don't care!
Pfft! "
"Three low-tier magic crystals. Kid, you won't be able to find them anywhere else."
"The party to Grigor Forest!
We're short of a nimble one! "
The messy information assaulted Many's brain, but after listening for a while, he understood that this place was similar to Karo City's mercenary distribution center. After sorting out these things, Many stood up and walked towards the front desk. He raised his hand and tossed out three large, glossy black checkered cloths.
"I'm offering a reward for information."
* * *
After leaving the Mercenary Guild, Yuna seemed to walk aimlessly on the street. In fact, he was constantly observing the size and population of this town.
The blacksmith shop clanked non-stop. It was obvious that this was a place where weapons were consumed greatly. There were many patrols passing by from time to time. But it seemed that they did not have the slightest interest in Yuna who was walking alone on the street. They did not even turn their heads to look at him when they passed by.
Yuna stopped in a square. With the help of the dim light not far away, he could clearly see a few notice boards here.
Although the words were written in the language of the Abyss, Yuna naturally knew how to recognize them.
After paying the price of a few small squares, Yuna understood that there had been a recruitment campaign going on here. But it seemed that there were no more soldiers to be recruited here because the people around were either mercenaries or real soldiers. In this place, the main activity was mainly these tough guys.
There were many brothels. Yuna recalled a saying that the development of a region depended on how many brothels it had.
This fallacy was somewhat reasonable in some cases, but Yuna did not come to visit brothels. After wandering around for a while, he returned to his hotel and sat quietly in the corner of the hall.
It should be midnight, but the whole hall was still lively. To Yuna, who was completely inconspicuous when walking alone, he did not cause a stir like the maidservants did.
"When do you think His Majesty the King will send troops?"
"Probably after the celebration is over."
The conversation between two guys not far away made Yuna remember that the so-called Baveng celebration was not over yet. He seemed to have forgotten this very important thing because of Carter's behavior. For the entire Abyss Race, this celebration seemed to be not a small matter, and here … would there be a grandstanding competition like the one in Sauron City?
It did not sound like it.
"I heard that General Shi Nuo has already led troops here. Haven't you heard?"
"That's old news. Didn't you hear that there is no definite news from the towns in the distance? I think His Majesty's intentions are not on that poor continent."
"Poor?
You can't even imagine the wealth of Sauron. "
"Don't say such sour words. It sounds like you've been there before. No matter how rich it is, it's only for the nobles. I can eat meat today, which is much more comfortable than them."
These words made Yuna feel that he was a man of character. But the guys next to him changed the topic and brought up another topic.
"Didn't you try your luck?"
"Try my luck?
I know what I'm capable of. We can only rely on our strength to speak there. Besides, who can lead troops before?
This group of nobles has already decided on their positions! "
"Sigh, that's true. We can only make a living in this place where even birds don't shit."
It was a very ordinary topic, but Yuna could hear that there seemed to be some problems involved. However, those people did not seem to have the desire to continue talking. After listening for a while, Yuna felt that there was no value in it and prepared to leave.
A few guys stood up at the same time and walked in front of Yuna. This group of people immediately made Yuna narrow his eyes because he could see that the aura of these four or five people seemed to be somewhat different from the others.
He did not know when this feeling appeared, but Yuna found that he seemed to be able to sense the emotions of others under certain circumstances!
This was definitely not something that ordinary perception could do.
These people in front of Yuna gave Yuna a relaxed and cautious feeling. Relaxed because something good was about to happen, and cautious because it was an instinctive emotion in the face of unknown danger … Yuna frowned and had some uncomfortable premonitions in his heart. His body disappeared from where he was.
As he was in the corner of the hall, no one noticed his disappearance.
The few people in front of him quietly walked up to the second floor and disappeared into thin air. This confirmed the suspicions in Yuna's heart. After turning the corner, the figure of Yuna quietly leaning against the wall and pretending to sleep came into view.
It seemed that the tall man in the armor was asleep. He crossed his arms, and there was still some distance between his scimitar and his hand. The few undetectable auras in the air slowly moved towards Yuna. Then, they went around Yuna and swam towards the rooms of the few maids.
Everything seemed to be flawless. However, just as the doorknob furthest from Yuna turned, a cold light flashed in the air, followed by a muffled groan of pain!
Yuna looked as though he hadn't slept at all. One of the two scimitars on his waist had already been stabbed into the ground more than ten meters away from him, along with a slashed palm and a silhouette that appeared out of thin air. The tall fellow silently took two steps forward, and his knee struck forward. In the blink of an eye, a fellow was sent flying backward. His head was severely deformed from the impact, and even his neck bones were twisted beyond imagination.
Before the sound of landing could be heard, Yuna's other scimitar had already been unsheathed. A smear of fluorescent green blood suddenly splashed across the wall. Under the dim light, it looked as strange as a black magician's magic circle.
With a sweep of his right leg, Yuna, who was wearing a skirt armor, did a reverse roundhouse kick without any hindrance. The sound of bones breaking was crisp and clear. Another figure flew backwards, his sternum caved in, and blood spurted from his nose and mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the few people with ill intentions were either dead or injured. Just as the noise died down, and there seemed to be no more words to follow, many figures suddenly appeared in the air, blocking the last person who was trying to escape.
An invisible force suddenly shackled it. This blue-skinned and tall fellow was grabbed by an invisible hand and lifted off the ground. Then, it looked at the guy who had appeared out of nowhere in front of it with a horrified expression.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Many people were naturally not interested in listening to how these fellows begged for mercy. Perhaps they did not even want to beg for mercy. Then, they threw the matter to Yuna. Many of them walked into their rooms, not even sparing a glance.
Outside the door, the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Perhaps for a long time, he would have to face the flies that these maids brought to him.
So, was this Nairíos's intention?
He did not have much time. Many felt a little headache when he thought about the current situation. Madam Vasaki was locked up in the harem by Kate, who had an abnormal sexual orientation. For some reason, Many felt that she was being cuckolded. But every time he thought about it, he would have the urge to slap himself. After all, Madam Vasaki was not Sylvia. But the vague uncomfortable feeling in his heart always made him uncomfortable.
Damn it, a woman was being raped by another woman. What is this?
Many did not know why Kate's actions were targeted. Why did it have to be Madam Vasaki? Why did he let Sakamento send out the army first to return Madam Vasaki to him?
How did he know Madam Vasaki's position in his heart?
How could he do all these things in this continent?
These strange puzzles made Many feel that he had once again fallen into a huge trap. All efforts to run out of the trap seemed to be in vain.
Lying on his bed, Many rubbed his eyebrows and inadvertently entered a strange dream.