Night Crow Master

Shadow servant, broken.

Psionic ring, broken.

The mercury bag is damaged.

The crow shield is undamaged.

Four layers of protection measures, the first two layers were completely broken, and the mercury bag was also damaged. Yate frowned slightly looking at the dead beast and a few gems falling out of the mercury bag.

On the other side, among the mercenaries and priests, they also suffered great losses.

More than two-thirds of the mercenaries were knocked down in the devil's explosion. Now I don't know whether they are alive or dead. The others are either retreating in time and hiding in the crowd, or they are defensive items.

As for the priest, the priest who reminded him just now is the center...The three priests and one priest all used defensive spells such as Holy Shield to resist, even so , Watching the two who had fallen to their knees, receiving treatment from the priest who was still able to act.

And Baron Susha... is dead at this time.

Obviously, there is no breath.

Is it dead?

"..." Shaking his head, Yate didn't speak any more, turned around and left.

I'll leave it to them to collect the corpse.

"By the way, the priest." Yate turned his head, as if remembering something, and looked at the group of priests. "There are still people in Susha's cemetery, who were caught by the group of devil priests."

The pastor who was enduring the pain and chanting the prayer of the Holy Light in his heart, when he heard these words, he reluctantly opened his eyes and replied: "Okay."

"Ok."

Nodding, Yate was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, a few people walked out of the remaining group of mercenaries.

"My Excellency, thank you very much for your help." The mustache mercenary held his arm, with a look of rejoicing, "I almost died."

"What are you thinking!? It's his reason! The man who manipulated the monster and the devil just now, don't you know him!? It is because of this person!" The tall bard stood up with a face Pointing at Yate angrily, "If it weren't for him, would we be like this!?"

He gritted his teeth angrily, half of his body had been frostbitten in the devil's blew, and the skin of half of his arm had fallen off, overflowing with blood.

"Huh?" Yate frowned.

"Isn't it!? Ah..." The bard covered his chest with his uninjured arm, and then pointed to the corpse on the ground, "If it weren't for you, they wouldn't die! You are the culprit! "

"Me? The culprit?" Yate looked at him.

Even Master Edgeworth had to retreat from his own bad luck, but Art looked at the distance between himself and them.

More than one hundred meters.

Although it is not ruled out that it has its own reasons, but...

According to the situation, that Flo and the other devil sacrificers have been here for at least five years. Without your arrival, will you be all right?

Yeah.

Yate lifted his head slightly, his eyes moved down, and looked at the bard in the distance.

If there is no appearance of himself, Flo, the devil sacrificer, has not been destroyed in an accident, nor has he planned in advance, this "grand opera" will not call for an early curtain call, and only others will die. It will not be you or you. Will be injured in this incident, right?

"My old lady hates people like you the most...Is it because you were attacked by monsters and you have to blame others for not cleaning up the monsters?" The female mercenary who confronted the bone demon came to his In front of him, his eyes were full of killing intent, "A person like you... why don't you die?"

The thin sword that was only finger width was pulled out in an instant, a silver light flashed, and the bard's voice stopped abruptly.

The face that coexisted with anger and astonishment fell on the ground along with his head.

This woman killed him directly.

"Ah!" The faces of the other mercenaries became ugly, "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" The female mercenary looked at them, "Whether it is the horned demon or the water elemental golem, which of you can deal with? If it weren't for him, who of you could survive!? Since you question the other party, Return the saved life first."

After finishing speaking, she touched her head embarrassedly, smiled and said to Yate:

"Sorry, I collected the money for you."

A big white tooth appeared with her smile.

"Yeah." Of course, Yate didn't have any thoughts about the person being killed, although he just wanted to teach him...for example, catch him and let the crow uninterruptedly release his fears for several days of.

But now this result, he didn't feel much, instead he felt a pity in his heart.

Maybe he is not a good person?

Seeing Yate's unresponsive expression, the female mercenary's face became a little weird. Now... she feels that the other party seems to have more terrifying means...

It seems that she has been troubled. She didn't respond when she saw him just now. She thought that the other person's character was very kind, but...this character is not the kind that will let go of it gently.

She bit her finger and smiled awkwardly: "By the way, my name is Mary, is it a very common name? I have seen more than 300 girls call this name, and 7 men also call this name... ...."

To her surprise, the other party just nodded to her, turned her head, and left directly.

"Eh... don't you even say the name?" She stretched out her hand and looked at the other person in disbelief as she turned and left, "Ah...a cold-hearted man, this kind of person is not good Dealing with...it's a pity, I thought I could become friends."

After blinking, she inserted her rapier back into the scabbard and glanced at the direction where Yate had left:

"Would you like to catch up? No, no, if you catch up at this time, what if you are hated? It may also break the other party’s defenses, and may become a true friendship. No, no, no risk. May be hated."

Determined to become the greatest mercenary, she also kept her father's words in her heart:

"Mary, remember, don’t become a lone traveler. As a mercenary, the first thing you must learn is to make friends. A mercenary needs friends, friends, and close friends. Don’t stop making friends because you’re worried about betrayal. You will betray friendship. People who are always in the minority are always in the minority, and the reason for betraying friendship is only interest...As long as you can grasp this relationship..."

"Grasp the relationship?"

"Interests and friendship never conflict." She still remembers the smile, "While maintaining friendship, you can make the other person feel that being your friend is more beneficial, so the other person will not betrayed because of interest... .."

"that......"

"It's not for you to pay unilaterally and lose your own interests. That's something idiots do. And the friendship you get won't last. Once you can't pay, these people will leave you. go with."

"Benefits are mutual. Best friends and friends need benefits, but the benefits cannot exceed your friendship, otherwise it will change your relationship. Friends in benefits can do this, but you need to pay attention to the benefits of friends. Benefits, but they can’t exceed the benefits given to friends and close friends, leaving them chilling."

"The relationship between people is very complicated, Mary, you have to remember that friendship is a very important thing and may cause you some trouble, but... they sometimes give you Help, if you are a lone ranger without a friend, when you are in danger, no one is willing to save you or even fall into trouble. That is a terrible thing."

"Father! I will definitely be able to do it, and I will become the greatest mercenary!" Mary clenched her fist and vowed secretly in her heart.

Turning around, she was about to leave. Before leaving, she smiled at everyone:

"Please tell me the thing that killed this idiot, just say that I did it."

After speaking, she turned and left in the other direction opposite to Yate.

"..." The remaining mercenary glanced at each other and went silent for a moment. The moustache mercenary covered his wound, "If you want to report, just go."

He glanced at the head on the ground and the headless corpse not far from him. It is indeed better for this kind of person to die.

"I can't accuse someone who saved me. Fortunately, it's not my companion." The rogue smiled and waved the two knives in his hands. "I want to know more than this..."

He turned his head, looked at the priests, and shouted: "Excuse me, how is your recovery? About when can you recover? Can you sell holy water?"

"Well, we don't have any serious problems now." The pastor who had recovered his mobility, hissed a cold breath, "There is still some holy water left. Could you please hit the most injured person here first, we First make sure that their lives are not in danger."

When he was speaking, his gaze flicked over the headless corpse on the ground, as if he was seeing something dirty, his face instantly became disgusted, but then he returned to normal:

"By the way, the treatment of non-serious injuries is still subject to the original treatment price, and the treatment of severe injuries is reduced by 10%...no, 8%!"

"Eh! Shouldn't you be kind and generous at this time?" The rogue bargained, "How about 50% reduction for everyone?"

"How is it possible, the rules are necessary." The pastor in charge of miscellaneous matters smiled, "We are already showing kindness without taking the opportunity to increase the price. A 50% reduction is impossible."

"Ah? Just as it was for the excellency just now, how about a 40% reduction?" The wanderer continued to bargain.

"If it's the excellency just now, you can treat it for free directly, but for you, the 8% reduction is already a great kindness." The pastor raised his eyebrows.

"I can discuss it..."

Yate, who was picking up the last sapphire gem from Susha's cemetery, was taken aback and muttered:

"Can the treatment be free? I should ask for a few bottles of holy water."

...

On the other side, Mary, watching as she flew to her side, stroked the Allen-speaking crow on the ground with her paw, blinked:

"Ya...Te, Yat? Is he by this name?"