Dragon Zero

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The carnival in the Magic Stone Tavern continues, and the owl pendulum clock on the wall has been pointed to more than four o'clock in the afternoon. Wien's face was flushed, drunk in a woman's arms, kissing her neck. And this woman did not know whether it was the receptionist in the tavern or which mercenary group, in short, drunk and giggled.

Luo Ping seemed quite masculine, but he drank alcohol, but the amount of wine was not as big as Wien. He had been drunk for a long time, and ran to the stinky bathroom to vomit, but he never came out again. .

Scar is still drinking and chatting with others. He must be the deputy leader. He has been in the mercenary world for many years. The amount of wine is naturally stronger than these young people who have just debuted. He laughed and talked, and just saw Bimoye go out: "This kid, another person is playing alone."

Outside the tavern, the sun is already west, but it is still dazzling. A small park not far from diagonally has been ruined. Many mercenaries who did not live in hotels and were unwilling to spend the night outside the city planted tents there. Bimoye narrowed his eyes and walked slowly on the street. He just got out of the dim tavern and was not used to it.

"Where are you going?" A voice came from behind.

Bimoye heard the sound and knew it was a scar: "Look around and buy a better map by the way."

"I also want to come out and breathe with you." The scar pulled a tissue from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and threw it into a beggar's bowl. There was also a silver coin thrown out.

Bimoye didn't care if anyone was shopping with him, and he walked aimlessly on the street.

Scar said: "Hey, let's go over there, and hear the barman at the tavern say there are several good equipment stores over there."

Bimoye did not agree, but was dragged away by the scar.

It is said that there is actually in Nancheng, and it takes two teleportation arrays to arrive. Like other cities, in order to facilitate management, most of the stores that trade combat supplies are here. Of course, in addition to the stores, more are small stalls on both sides of the road. The weapons are displayed in the open air, and people passing by can take a look at them. If you like them, you can take them away. The price is guaranteed to be low, so the transaction volume of these small stalls is also very large.

A group of guards walking by the city passed by. The scar looked all the way, and said: "There are really a lot of good things. Unfortunately, I already have a full set of knight equipment. It is a waste to buy it again. Is there anything you like?"

Bemoyer didn't hear his question, and looked elsewhere.

"Also, how can you see the things here." The scar looked down at Bimoye's eyes: "Mercenary Union."

There is a mercenary club not far in front, a lot of people inside and outside the union.

The mercenary union was originally a place where people come and go, not to mention that there are so many mercenaries in this small city, and it is not surprising that there are many people in front of the union. Strangely enough, this time there were so many people in front of the mercenary club that almost blocked the entire street.

"How come there are so many people?" Scar asked, leaning his head toward him. "Does any **** complete the **** S-level mission?"

"Look at it in the past to know." Bemoyer said coldly and walked towards the crowd.

"Cut, it's such a nasty guy." Scar said with a smile: "Hey, wait for me."

The crowd was very crowded, and many people stretched their necks to look inside, not only young people and men, but also women and children gathered around here.

Bimoye could not see what was inside, but he quietly listened to what the people around him said. Although his voice was very confusing, he still heard the four words "Sun Dancer" clearly!

The look of the scar changed: "Even the Sun Dancer is here?"

Bemoyer was right next to the scar, so he heard clearly and said coldly: "Yanyang City has become fat in the eyes of others, and it is not surprising that the S-class mercenary regiment will come."

"The sun dancers are here, and the battle in Yanyang City is even more lively. I don't know who is in it? Did their leader come?" The tone of the scar was a bit of gunpowder, and it must be all Mercenary organizations, even if the levels differ greatly, the sense of competition among them is still very strong.

Bimoye’s eyes also looked at the clubhouse like everyone else. Although he had seen a lot of powerful characters, the characters in the S-class mercenary group were still worthy of his attention.

Suddenly, the people in the mercenary club were agitated, and the people in front of the door all gave way to the road, and the women in front screamed.

Scar cut his lips and said: "It's really uncomfortable!" But the uncomfortable returned to uncomfortable, he also wanted to know what role the person who came was the sun dancer.

Soon, four people came out of the crowd. These four people are not wearing the same form of clothing, but they are all fully armed. One of them still has dried blood on the cuffs. Obviously he had fought not long ago, and then came here to hand over the task.

Among these four people, the most prominent is a middle-aged man walking in the third place. It looks like he is in his thirties, with short golden hair, wearing a prominent orange metal demon armor, and holding a very smooth orange gold fish-wing metal helmet in his arms.

"Charleman Kravis!" The scar expression became serious.

"Do you know this person?" Bemoyer asked.

The scar shook his head: "I don't know, but I know. He is a deputy head of the Sun Dancer Mercenary Corps. He will appear here. Is he here to hand in the task, or is he really involved in this attack?"

Although there is no special expression, Clawes' expression looks full of confidence. This kind of expression is not a kind of self-satisfied person, but an expression of a state from the inside out. Only those who are truly confident and capable, and have experienced and solved countless problems and difficulties, will show this kind of confidence, a kind of bland but glorious self-confidence.

Bimoye could see this kind of calm confidence, because they are all the same people, even if he meets a temporarily incapable opponent, but this confidence is still preserved in his heart.

Clovis, they are actually very low-key, but the people who recognized them caused the current situation. No matter what the people next to ask them, they didn't say a word, just like usual, they naturally left this place.

"Charleman Kravis." Bimoye remembered the name again, and couldn't help thinking of what Vasileb had told him in the hospital. What became a red robe magician at the age of forty, what empire's first genius, those who have the top strength in the world are few and far from the deep-rooted concept in the mind, all disappear. When he saw Kravis, he knew that there were far more powerful people in this world than he had imagined, just a Kravis, just a 7S deputy group long.

The people of the Sun Dancer mercenary group left, and the crowd gradually dispersed. The people around were still talking about the few people just now.

The scar sighed inexplicably, and now he is no longer interested in shopping, compared to Moyer: "The wine is coming up, I will call other people, there is still a lot to do tomorrow."

Bimoye didn't walk with the scar, he walked away alone, and he had to buy a map.

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