Edge of the Apocalypse

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The night was deep, and it was raining. The rain was not heavy, and the fine rains visited Sol city gently, covering the pedestrians with mist. Bellemodre found an adventurer cloak and put it on the body, carrying rain powder, and opened the door of the bar.

The wind chime on the door was blown by the night wind, and it rang a sweet bell. Hearing the ringtone, old Roque raised his head and said from afar, “Good evening, welcome.”

Bellemodre clicked nodded, and found a remote corner to sit down, hiding himself in the shadow of the light.

Old Roque is in a good mood, and the bar business has been good recently. A series of decisions made by the newly promoted City Lord benefited the people of Sol City a lot. Especially in the recent renovation project, many men made some small money. With some money in their hands, they will come to the bar to spend, so the endless supply of Copper Coin Silver Coin flows into the pocket of old Roque.

But when he saw all kinds of adventurers in the bar, old Roque’s mood became heavy.

These guys are a bit too much.

They sat in small groups in all corners, leaving the tables and chairs in the middle of them alone, creating a kind of dignified pressure invisibly. When the guests in this city want to come in and spend, almost all turn around and leave. Adventurer means trouble. No one wants to cause trouble, but such guys are increasing day by day. Old Roque is even wondering if he has to talk to Mato.

Sol city is not a Mother Earth party, so many strangers suddenly make people feel uneasy. Old Roque is no exception. He just wants to make a little money safely, and doesn’t want these strangers to make a difference and smash his bar to pieces.

Like this example, old Roque occasionally heard about it.

“These guys, what are you doing?” Old Roque whispered.

This question is also Bellemodre’s doubts. It’s just that this man is much calmer than the old Roque. He ordered a bottle of wine and 2 plates of local snacks like an okay person, just like aimless to drink alone.

While drinking, Bellemodre watched the advertisers secretly. Most of them are men, and most of them are fighters with their own characteristics. Most of these people use knives, swords and axes as their main weapons, and some also carry fire/guns. It’s just not the gunpowder rifle used by the city defense team, but a long-tube revolver decorated with some patterns. There is no automatic pistol in this era, and the style of firearms is still relatively simple.

For adventurer, such weapons are not as real as swords, so for them, the decoration of firearms is more meaningful than practical.

Among these people, there are some deep guys. They stand up high collars and cover half of their face with the brim. Bellemodre knows they are magicians. According to this World’s classification of them, magicians’ abilities are mostly manifested in light, fire, electricity and wind. According to this classification, Allen can actually be classified into the category of magicians.

That guy playing with fire. Bellemodre laughed, her eyes drooping, and her thighs wrapped in black stockings were suddenly filled. He raised his head, a woman pulled a chair away with 30% drunkenness, and propped her hands on the table, allowing Bellemodre to clearly see the deep gully under the thin breastplate. This is obviously a female knight, protected by a light stomach in the chest, shoulders, waist and legs. Due to years of exercise, she has a very beautiful body, but her skin looks rough, especially with a shallow scar on her cheek.

The female knight’s flaxen hair was tied into a ponytail, and a smile appeared on her pretty face and said, “Hi, handsome guy. Would you like me to have a drink?”

Without waiting for Bellemodre’s consent, she had already sat down on the chair, took the bottle without using the glass, and passed it directly to her mouth. After taking a big sip, she wiped her mouth and said, “Where do you come from when you look at the eye?”

Bellemodre shrugged, smiled and said: “Where do you come from, I will come from, don’t we all come from that place?”

“Impossible.” The female knight burped and sprayed her breath on Bellemodre’s face. She shook her head and said: “There is no handsome guy in Storm City that Chira doesn’t know, especially yours.”

Bellemodre’s eyes moved slightly, said indifferently: “I just passed Storm City and heard about it, so I stopped by to see if I could make a fortune.”

The female knight Chira haha ​​smiled and said: “You are a person? That is impossible, it is very difficult for a lone ranger to do this. Otherwise, how about you join us. After the thing is done, the reward will be divided.”

“Thank you for your invitation, but I have confidence in myself. No matter what kind of task, I am used to a person.”

Chira’s eyes became more drunk, and said, “Is that so? Then I have another invitation, do you accept it?”

“It depends on the nature of the invitation.” Bellemodre’s mouth also pulled a smile.

“This is just a personal invitation, come on, I booked a room on it.”

Chira boldly pulled Bellemodre up, and Bellemodre was not surprised at all for her open style. People like this who deal with Death God every day don’t have too much so-called reserve themselves. They are more accustomed to acting on the spot and having fun in time. After all, no one knows whether he will be alive tomorrow.

When the female knight pulled Bellemodre to the stairs above the tavern, a man around a table whistled at her. It should be Chira’s companion. She gave these people a rough middle finger, which drew a burst of laughter from her companions. Bellemodre noticed that one of the guys was not only smiling, and his eyes were not on Chira on the body, but instead looked at the door as if waiting for something.

There are some rooms in the tavern, but this is not a hotel. It is just for drunk guests to have a place to sleep, and it is also convenient for casual men and women like Chira and Bellemodre to provide a space for fun.

As soon as he entered the room, Chira took off his stomach on the body, followed by underwear, and finally appeared naked in the light. Her skin can’t be called silky, but her figure is very predictable, especially the pair of murder weapons on her chest, which is suffocating. With a bit of alcohol, she pulled Bellemodre hard, and the two fell onto the bed together.

Bellemodre didn’t mind this kind of affair, he used skilled techniques to quickly make Chira’s emotions explode. The female knight, who seemed to be depressed for a long time, rudely pressed Bellemodre onto the bed. Then straddle/sit up, skip the front/play, and go straight to the subject. At this moment, Chira’s advantage as a warrior is invaluable. With her large movements, that amazing physical strength and endurance, Bellemodre feels great joy every moment.

Chira untied her ponytail wildly, draped her hair, exuding a wild charm. Bellemodre loudly roared, pulled her back to the bed, and took the initiative. Chira continued to make various postures, and the two people finally got a perfect catharsis after experiencing a series of wars.

Haunting Bellemodre like Octopus, Chira half-closed his eyes and said, “You look thin and weak, but unexpectedly powerful. In contrast, my previous men are like little ghosts who just met a woman. Not enough, they will have no strength.”

Bellemodre raised her chin with his hand: “Then are you enough now?”

Chira’s eyes lit up, and after another fierce battle, the woman finally had no strength. She rested on Bellemodre’s arm and said, “Do you know why I found you? In addition to you being handsome, it’s also because I don’t like that guy Oli. That’s a thief. If it’s not because that thing is in the City Lord Mansion, where am I? Need to cooperate with him.”

“But I have a new plan, it is more secure. How about it, consider joining us, I will kick Ollie out.”

Bellemodre said with a nod: “I will seriously consider it.”

The next day, in the City Lord Mansion. Edward raised his head and said unexpectedly: “In other words, these guys are from Storm City, and the purpose is for something in the City Lord Mansion?”

Bellemodre said: “As far as I know, this is the case. But it is strange that there is something here that has attracted the attention of so many advertisers.”

“I’m even more curious about the person who posted the reward? Since they are from Storm City, I’m afraid they can’t get rid of Maud Knight.” Edward pondered then said.

“Anyway, I brought the information. Nothing, I want to go back to sleep.”

Edward glanced at him: “It seems that you worked very hard to get this information last night.”

“Indeed is.” Bellemodre said with a smile.

Leaving the City Lord Mansion, Bellemodre returned to the mansion and fell asleep. It wasn’t until noon that he got up and came to the hall, where Lucy used a few tables to form a workbench. The table was full of tools. Some tools were brought from Earth, and some were unnamed, but she drew patterns for the blacksmiths in the city to build. These tools are ordinary and exquisite, and Lucy uses them to make a seemingly ordinary box.

She has been studying this box for many days, and even drew some artwork at hand. Of course, Bellemodre can’t see what the graffiti-like artwork and Aidahua Star’s words are actually expressing.

as for Vera on the other side of the hall is painting. Bellemodre walked over idly. When he usually has no tasks, he likes to explore The Surface. Especially in the old ruins of the city, some good oil paintings are always found occasionally. Over time, this killer also has a certain appreciation for painting. He looked towards the drawing board in Vera’s hand. On the drawing paper was an ordinary sketch.

The white drawing paper and the black brushstrokes form an exceptionally distinct contrast, so it is only a simple stroke, but full of rich texture, portraying a sneaky man to life. The man seemed to be climbing out of a window in a workshop, and under his feet was a pile of parts. These parts looked familiar, Bellemodre wrinkled his frowned head, and suddenly the picture of Crosis textile machine flashed in his mind.

He said “Yi”, and then looked at the man carefully, he looked like he had seen him somewhere. There seemed to be an electric light flashing in my mind. Bellemodre recall was in the tavern last night, and when Chira passed by her companions by one’s side, a man always kept looking at the door.

The look of that man is now under Vera’s brush!