The Legend of Fatality

When the city gate met again, Urtas handed Kabuchi, who was completely unarmed, a long sheathed knife and told him to wear it all the time. Kabuki hoped he wouldn't use it this time. His fingers skidded across the knife, untied the tie, and inserted the long knife into his belt.

Cabbage looked at Urtas' armed equipment. "Do you think you will need so many weapons?"

"It's not better than when needed." Urtas said seriously.

A small team, led by Ultas, followed by Kabuki, followed by the hearts of the two, who will act as defenders. Started today's journey at a comfortable speed.

This is a cool autumn morning, an eagle flying around their heads, there was an undesirable sign at the beginning of the journey. Cappucci felt that this warning was useless. From the beginning, he felt that the prospects for this journey were very bleak.

Before dusk, they had left the field of vision of Ryremmas City, entered the east road, and then turned south at a crossroads. Cappucci didn't like to stay away from Realmas and his house, where it made him feel safe.

The hardwood forests along the road were slowly replaced by ancient pine forests, and passing them seemed to pass through a canyon. The thick trunk stretched straight into the sky, and the branches protruded only at a dizzying height, and Cappucci felt his insignificance.

He rarely travels comfortably, and he is used to doing pleasant things in places he is most familiar with. But this time was completely different, he knew nothing about where they were going.

It was a dangerous place, and Urtas worried about it and warned him. Urtas's worries made Cappucci feel uneasy, because Urtas was not a fuss. In fact, Kabuki always thought he never understood what worries.

Cabbage looked at the other three people riding on the horse. Urtas, a black ghost, armed to the teeth, not only frightened his enemies, but also the people he protected, but strangely the children liked him. The other two passed many tests, proving their loyalty and strength.

The three of them are very familiar with Cappuccino, but everyone has a place where the Cappuccino is uneasy.

When it was getting dark, they met an old couple with land, and Urtas stopped the team. He talked with the two old men for a while. He sat on the horse easily, his leather armour squeaked, and they told him the rumors he heard-including monsters, docks, wars, magic and the like.

Cabbage knew it was not gossip, but fact. Urtas respects them, just like his attitude towards most other people, but they obviously fear him very much.

Evening, they still rode for a long time, and continued to go south. They passed some small farms, and the farmer evaded as soon as they saw them.

Kabuqi is not familiar with these places anymore. He has never been to such a south place. He has been vigilantly looking around, silently remembering the way markers.

Finally, they rushed to a small village that left the road in the dark. This small village is actually an aggregate of crumbling houses and buildings, hidden among oak trees and beech trees, as if to escape the road, avoiding the eyes of inquiry and justice.

No building seems to have been painted, and mottled signs of corrosion cover the exterior of the house. Some buildings used simple wooden boards to fill the holes, and they looked more broken from a distance. There is a grocery store in the middle of the cluttered complex, and a two-story house is on the side.

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The rough engraved sign indicates that this is a tavern, but there is no name on it. The yellow light from the windows on the ground floor is the only color in the gray sky and buildings. Large piles of **** depend on the gable of the house drunk.

"Don't be too far from me," Ultas said as they dismounted. "The people here are dangerous."

"I guessed it." Kabuki tilted his mouth, tilted the corner of his mouth, and said with a weird smile.

"You two stay here and guard at the door. Don't let anyone leave." Urtas ordered the other two. After seeing the two of them nod and receive orders, he first pushed open the low door and walked in.

When they walked in the door, the conversation disappeared. All faces turned to them. This place is as Kabuqi imagined. The house illuminated by the oil lamp was filled with spicy smoke. All the tables are laid out at random, the tables are rough, some are actually just a wooden board on the barrel.

There is a door on the left side of the house, tightly closed, which may lead to the kitchen. On the right side of the house, in the shadow, there is a staircase with no handrail leading to the guest room upstairs. A musty smell, stepped on the creaking floor, and various dark stains formed a series of roads leading to the stairs.

The people in the house are a group of travelers, troublemakers and thieves. Many people have big, messy beards. Most people are strong and have weapons that are readily accessible. The whole place is full of the taste of bad beer, pungent smoke and smelly sweat.

Hurtas stood proudly beside Kabuki. He was not a person who was easily timid. At least Kabuki had never seen him timid, even in their childhood. Urtas stood proudly among a group of black people, as if he were a golden collar on a dirty beggar. His appearance made the whole house even more outdated.

When this group of people turned their gaze to Cappucci, there were smiles everywhere. Many incomplete teeth were revealed. The sarcasm and maliciousness in his eyes do not match the smile. Cappuccio remembered the eyes of those older men who looked at themselves when he was not so fat.

Deepened his heart, knowing that trouble was coming.

A chunky man came over. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt. The apron on his waist could not have been white in any way. The light reflected from his shaved head shone. The black hair curled on his sturdy arms was comparable to his big beard. He wiped his hands with a rag on his shoulder.

"Can I do something for you?" He asked, his voice dry, and his tongue moved the toothpick on the corner of his mouth to the other side.

Urtas told him with eyes and words that he would not endure any provocation.

"Someone asked you to talk to us?"

The tavern's gaze turned to Cappucci and then returned to Urtas' face.

"No."

Ultas noticed that the boss's gaze did not look at Kabuki's figure as others did. This tells him something important.

"So, we want a room." He lowered his voice. "We have two friends outside."

"I don't want to cause any trouble." The pub owner said, holding the toothpick in the exit and holding his chest.

"I don't want to." Urtas said, his tone full of threats.

The bald-headed man had a lot of Ultas from top to bottom, his eyes paused on the long sword around his waist. He still stood on his chest, staring at Urtas.

"How many rooms do you want? I'm almost full here."

"one is enough."

In the room, a strong man stood up. He had messy red hair, and his two eyes squeezed together showed a bad look in his eyes. He was wearing a wolf leather one-shoulder vest, his thick beard was wet with wine, and he held the handle of a long knife in one hand.

"Your taste is really unique, a fat male prostitute, young man." The red-haired man said. "I don't think you mind if we come to your house and enjoy together?"

Urtas' eyes locked him tightly, knowing that this was a provocation that could only end with blood. His eyes were motionless, but his hands moved slowly towards the hilt. Observe that those people here will become their own threats, and those people need to be resolved quickly.

Today is the day when he had to slay the ring. Kill many people.

Urtas gripped the hilt of the metal wire tightly, and his knuckles began to whitish. Cappuccio calmly pulled his arm holding the hilt. Kabuki whispered his name, and finally raised his voice, becoming a bit distorted. Urtas glanced at Kabuki. Cappucci's fat face smiled sweetly at the red-haired man.

"Gentlemen." Cappucci said hoarsely. "Look, I'm just a small dock officer at Realmas."

He gracefully saluted the people in the room and continued to speak.

"My name is Io Cappucci, maybe some of you have heard of me." Cappucci took a step forward with a smile. "Trust me, rumors about me are all rumors."

"Maybe some are facts ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Kabuki continued to take a step forward. He stretched out his fat palm and gently waved." I am indeed the fattest person on the dock with the thickest thumb. "

"But, believe me, such a kind person would never make money from dead people and sell those poor people's organs to alchemists and herbalists? It's terrible." Kabuki made a frightened expression and continued to go A step forward.

"Sell the other bits and pieces to the sausage factory? God, how is it possible." Cappucci said breathlessly, as if every step of his body had consumed his strength.

"But one thing is true." Cappuccio took another step, one step away from the red-haired man. He stared at the man. Said one word at a time.

"I really was a very powerful swordsman."

Kabuki waved his long knife at his waist far faster than his body. The long knife cut off his palm before the red-haired man pulled out his long knife, and then cut off the artery on his neck. The arteries spurted blood to his right. The half of the tavern hall was stained with blood mist.

Kabuki used to wield thousands of swords every day in order to survive. When he gained power, he found that power was more powerful than swords. The shadow of childhood also made him extremely fat, but he can still wield his sword. Although this time he solved this **** idiot, he strained his arm. If anyone tried to help the unlucky red-haired man, he all Can't resist.

His identity, or his speech, made this group of rioters not riot with the death of the red-haired man. Everyone stared at them coldly.

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