Three Hundred and Thirtieth Eighth Chapter Aventure and Intelligence

The night was dark and it was raining. The rain was not heavy, and the fine rain visited the city of Sur gently, covering the pedestrians with a layer of mist. Belmode found an adventurer's cloak and put it on, carrying rain powder, and pushed open the door of the bar.

The wind chime on the door was blown by the night wind, and it rang sweetly. Hearing the ringing of the bell, Old Rock raised his head and said from a distance, "Good evening, welcome."

Belmode nodded, found a remote corner and sat down, hiding himself in the shadow of the light.

Old Rock is in a good mood, and the business in the bar has been good recently. A series of decisions made by the newly promoted city lord have benefited the people of Sur City a lot. Especially with the recent renovation project, many men have made some small money. With some money in their hands, they would come to the bar to spend, so an endless stream of copper and silver coins flowed into Old Rock's pocket.

But when he saw all kinds of adventurers in the bar, Old Roque felt a little heavy.

These guys are just a little too much.

They sat in twos and threes in every corner, vacating the tables and chairs in the middle alone, creating a kind of dignified pressure virtually. When the guests in this city want to come in and consume, they almost turn around and leave. Adventurers mean trouble, and no one wants to cause trouble, but such guys are increasing day by day, and Old Rock even wonders whether he should talk to Mato.

Sur City is not a big place, and it always makes people feel uneasy to see so many strangers suddenly. Old Rock was no exception. He just wanted to make some small money safely, and he didn't want these strangers to smash his bar to pieces.

Old Rock has heard of such cases occasionally.

"What are these guys doing here?" Old Rock whispered.

This question is also Belmode's doubt. It's just that this man is much calmer than Old Rock. He ordered a bottle of wine and two plates of local snacks as if nothing happened, and drank alone aimlessly.

While drinking, Belmode secretly observed the adventurers. 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 people carry fire/guns. It's just that it's not the gunpowder rifle used by the city defense team, but a long-barreled revolver decorated with some patterns. There were no automatic pistols in this era, and the style of firearms was relatively simple.

For adventurers, such weapons are not as practical as swords, so for them, firearms are more decorative than practical.

Among these people, there are also some deep guys. They wore high collars and covered half of their faces with the brim of their hats. Belmode knew that they were magicians. According to the classification of them in this world,

A magician's ability is mostly manifested in light, fire, electricity, and wind. According to this classification, Allen can actually be classified as a magician.

The guy who played with fire. Belmode smiled, his lowered eyelids were suddenly filled with a pair of thighs in black stockings. He raised his head, and a woman pulled away the chair with a three-pointed drunkenness, and put her hands on the table, so that Belmode could clearly see the deep gully under the thin breastplate. This is obviously a female knight, and the chest, shoulders, waist and legs are protected by light armor stomachs. Due to years of exercise, her figure is very beautiful, but her skin is rough, especially there is a shallow scar on her cheek.

The female knight's flaxen hair was tied into a ponytail, and she said with a smile on her pretty face, "Hi, handsome guy. Can I have a drink?"

Without waiting for Belmode to agree, she had already sat down on the chair, took the wine bottle without using a cup, and directly handed it to her mouth. After taking a big sip, she wiped her mouth and said, "You look strange, where did you come from?"

Belmode shrugged and said with a smile: "Wherever you come from, I will come from. Don't we all come from that place?"

"Impossible." The female knight hiccupped and sprayed Belmode's face with a mouthful of alcohol. She shook her head and said, "There is no handsome guy in Storm City that I, Kira, don't know, especially you. Count."

Belmode's eyes moved slightly, and he said indifferently: "I just passed through Storm City and heard about that incident, so I stopped by to see if I could make a fortune."

The female knight Qila laughed and said, "Are you alone? That's impossible. It's very difficult for a lone ranger to accomplish this. Otherwise, why don't you join us. After the matter is completed, the reward will be shared."

"Thank you for your invitation, but I have confidence in myself. No matter what kind of task it is, I'm used to handling it alone."

Qila's eyes became more drunk, and he said, "Is that so? Then I have another invitation, will you accept it?"

"It depends on the nature of the invitation." Belmode also pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a personal invitation, come on, I've booked a room on it."

Qila boldly pulled up Belmod, and Belmod was not surprised at her open style. People like this who deal with death every day don't have much so-called reserve. They are more used to acting out and enjoying themselves in time. After all, no one knows whether he will be alive tomorrow.

When the female knight was pulling Belmode up the stairs above the tavern, a man around a table whistled at her. It should be Kira's companion. She gestured her middle finger rudely to these people, which drew a burst of laughter from her companions. Belmode noticed that instead of smiling, one of the guys was not looking at Kira, but was looking at the door, as if waiting for something.

There are some rooms above the tavern, but this is not a hotel, it is just for the convenience of drunk guests to have a place to sleep, and it is also convenient for impromptu men and women like Kira and Belmode to provide a space for pleasure.

As soon as he entered the room, Qila took off his stomach, followed by his underwear, and finally appeared naked under the light. Her skin can't be called smooth, but her figure is very predictable, especially the pair of murder weapons on her chest, which is simply suffocating. With a hint of drunkenness, she slapped Belmode hard, and the two fell onto the bed together.

Belmode didn't mind this kind of affair, and he quickly made Qila's emotions explode with skillful techniques. The female knight, who seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, rudely pressed Belmod on the bed. Then straddle/sit on it, even skipping the foreplay/acting, and go straight to the point. At this moment, Qila's advantages as a fighter are invaluable. With her large body movements, her amazing physical strength and endurance make Belmode feel great joy every moment.

Kira wildly undid her ponytail and let her hair loose, exuding a wild charm. Belmode roared, pulled her back on the bed, and took the initiative himself. Qila continued to make various postures to cooperate, and after a series of battles, the two finally got a perfect catharsis.

Wrapping Belmode like an octopus, Qila has half-closed his eyes and said: "You look thin, but you are unexpectedly strong. In comparison, those men before me are like just meeting a woman My little devil, my mother is not enough yet, they have no strength."

Belmode lifted her chin with his hand: "Then are you enough now?"

Qila's eyes lit up, and after another fierce fight, the woman finally had no strength left. She leaned on Belmode's arm and said, "Do you know why I came to you? Besides you are handsome, it's also because I don't like that guy Ollie. It's a thief. If it wasn't for that thing in the city lord's mansion, I There is no need to cooperate with him."

"But I have a new plan, which is more secure. How about, consider joining us, and I will kick Ollie out."

Belmode nodded and said, "I will seriously consider it."

The next day, in the city lord's mansion. Edward raised his head and said unexpectedly: "In other words, these guys are from Storm City, and their purpose is for something in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Belmode said: "As far as I know, that is the case. But it is strange that there is something here that attracts the attention of so many adventurers."

"I'm more curious about who announced the reward? Since they are from Storm City, they probably have something to do with Sir Maud." Edward pondered.

"Anyway, I brought the information. It's nothing, I want to go back to sleep."

Edward glanced at him: "It seems that you worked very hard last night to inquire about this information."

"Indeed." Belmode smiled.

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Belmode returned to the mansion and fell asleep. It wasn't until noon that she got up with her head in her hands and came to the hall, where Lucy used several tables to form a workbench. The table was full of tools, some of which were brought from the earth, and others that could not be named, but she drew a pattern and asked the blacksmith in the city to make them. These tools are ordinary and exquisite, and Lucy uses them to fiddle with a very ordinary-looking box.

She has been studying the box for many days, and even drew some sketches. Of course, Belmode couldn't see what the graffiti-like artwork and Ada Huaxing's text were expressing.

As for Vera on the other side of the hall, she was painting. Belmode walked over with nothing to do. When he usually has no missions, he likes to explore the surface. Especially in the ruins of the former deserted cities, occasionally some good oil paintings can be found. Over time, this killer also developed a certain appreciation for paintings. He looked at the drawing board in Vera's hand. On the drawing paper was an ordinary sketch.

The contrast between the white paper and the black brush strokes is particularly sharp, so the simple strokes are full of rich textures, portraying a sneaky man vividly. The man appears to be climbing out of a workshop window, and at his feet is a pile of parts. These parts looked familiar, Belmode frowned, and suddenly the picture of Crosis loom flashed in his mind.

He said "huh", and looked at the man carefully, he looked like he had seen it somewhere. There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, and Belmode remembered that in the tavern last night, when he and Qila passed by her companions, there was a man who kept looking at the door.

The appearance of that man is now appearing under Vera's brush!

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