The Legend of Fatality

When the maid woke up Al Kabuki for breakfast, Kabuki felt as if he had just fallen asleep. The sun had not yet risen, nor did the hawkers on the street outside his three-story mansion. But the rooster has begun to cry in the light of dawn.

The scent of breakfast immediately hungry Cappuccino. The maid still had a smile, but it was no longer bright the night before. But for Cappucci, the experience with the maid in bed last night and last night was enough. He always thought that the maid named Emma was the most attractive when she served as a maid.

She handed him a hearty breakfast-toasted bread covered with honey and butter, bacon strips fried crunchy, smoked beef re-roasted and cut into strips, freshly squeezed juice was sour and sweet .

In Kabuki, there is a constant stream of praise for food. Of course, it is more to appease the girl with a round face and invite her to dine with herself. If you can, you do n’t mind doing another two days ago. .

Emma told him that he had finished eating, which was not ceremonial and humble, but Cappucci didn't care now. Then he told the fat man that she was ready for the horse, and the guard captain Baresi of the fat man was waiting for him. Hearing this, Cappucci has begun to worry about what he is about to face.

With the help of several servants, Cappuccio rode on a warhorse he bought for a large price. Only the price and size of the war horse can support his body.

"Lead the way." Kabuki said reluctantly.

"Yes, sir." Baresi nodded and mounted his horse and led his master and soldiers to their destination.

Because of the quick and powerful handling of the previous port explosion, Kabuki was promoted again, although his office was still in the building of the old port guard.

But he was also very happy, the familiar place made him feel safe. Not to mention that except for those large trade terminals, which are owned by the city managers, he has controlled all the terminals used by the poor, the poor, small businessmen and outsiders.

What made him even more happy was the continuous stream of gift givers since his promotion. Small merchants, small chambers of commerce, thieves and rogue gangs on the pier, a team of adventurers living in Realmas, and even two families of merchants at the end of the Realman's fifty-man council came to him.

He feels that everything in his life is perfect. He has become the middle manager of Realmas, owning a luxurious enough house for him, a beautiful maid, and piles of money. If it weren't for the **** hatred and Ferdit-Urtas in his bones. He really wanted to be so comfortable all his life.

Especially when he saw Urtas, he often suspected that he had applied magic to himself before he let the hatred brought by hatred into his marrow. This time, in the basement of the Port Guard, he once again saw the figure of Urtas, and he even dimmed the lights a little.

When Capucci saw him, he was taken aback. He wore a tanned leather jacket, a chain mail jacket, thick black pants, leather boots, and a cloak.

Black protective gloves were tucked into a wide black belt. The huge, silver buckle on the belt formed the badge of the city's guardian-yes, he was promoted.

Arms full of weapons are enough to arm a small army. Ordinary people would look stupid if they were dressed like this, but in Urtas, it was horrible.

He is synonymous with death, and every weapon worn is lethal. Urtas has only two expressions most of the time, one is a face that is not interested in anything and a bored face; the other looks as if he is going to participate in a massacre.

Today, he carried a second expression.

"You don't want to do it today?" Kabuki asked curiously and worriedly, and then said his fingers in a huff.

"We haven't hired soldiers yet, we haven't contacted allies in the council, and Ryrems has no foreign enemies. Even the entire fleet is stopped at the dock for repair ..."

"Of course not," Urtas gave a big smile and stepped forward to hug the fat cappucci. The weapon on his body hurt him even though he was separated by clothes.

"Then you ..." Cappucci was even more curious.

"First settle the matter here, then follow me out of the city." Urtas said. "There are only two of us, so I have to prepare."

Cappucci nodded, asking no more. The two got into a room in the basement. There was a skinny man with his hands, feet and limbs fixed on a large roulette, which hung all over the wall.

The man's body was covered with whip marks, and it seemed that Kabuki's men had no hands left. Cappucci looked at the man on the roulette, and looked at the long black stained table in the room, with everything on the man's body, from the rotten robe to the underwear inside, the material bag around the waist Several decorations to the body.

"A mage." Kabuki took a bag of materials divided into dozens of pockets. There were some bat heads, feces and the like.

"A wandering mage or wild mage." Urtas knew the mage better, and he looked at the low-level material in the bag.

"It makes no difference," Kabuki said to himself.

Then he turned to the man hanging on the roulette and walked in front of him.

"My subordinates said they caught you at the pier, and the captain of a boat said you were hiding on his boat to be smuggled?" Kabuki said, staring at the skinny man's eyes.

The skinny man raised his godless eyes and looked at the port official who could not be easily forgotten by his body. Without saying a word, he bowed his head again, and he had no hope of living. .

"What should I do to make someone obey when I give up my desire to survive?" Kabuki raised his head and looked at the ceiling, one hand touching his chin as if talking to himself.

"Give him the hope of living." Urtas rolled his eyes, but had to cooperate with him.

"Yes!" Kabuki turned his gaze again, looking straight at the skinny man, seeing that he did not respond, so he grabbed his hair with his left hand and pulled his head up, letting his eyes stare at himself.

But he regretted it as soon as he grabbed the man ’s hair, greasy, dirty, and even felt the lice drilled from the **** man ’s hair crawl up his fingers, and Cappucci had to swear inside. He didn't wash the dirty guy under his own hands, while holding on to his hair in a disgusting manner.

"Now I only need you to answer a question. If your answer is correct, you can survive, or even better." Kabuqi said quickly.

The other party still didn't speak. Cappucci's patience is about to be lost.

"Where are you going to sneak?" Cappucci said, staring in the man's eyes. When the man's eyes began to gather, he suddenly continued to ask. "Is the Fatalin Association correct?"

He saw the silent man's eyes lit up ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Cabbage knew he was right.

"Very good, my men will come in after a while, they will take you to take a shower, change into clean clothes. Tonight, go to the pier to find this marked boat." Kabuqi drew a mark in front of the man's eyes .

"Board directly, if someone asks you, just make this gesture." Kabuki made another gesture. "When you find the Fatalin Association, tell them that someone in Realmas wants to talk to them. If they are interested, someone will wait for them in the room where they earned 500 gold last time. Rest assured. , They will understand. "

Cappucci finished, looking at the man's eyes, confirming that he listened in, letting go of his hands in disgust, the thick fingers tried to squeeze the lice or fleas between his fingers, but failed.

"I think I need to clean myself first. Together?" Kabuki was tickled by the bug on the skinny man's head.

"I'm waiting for you at the city gate. Don't be too late." Urtas said.