Ride and Cut

In the pub, tables and chairs are arranged around a circle.

As long as the regular customers see this layout, they know that it is the bard who does the art. At any rate, you can pay a few coppers and buy a glass of ale, you can stay and listen to a few stories to kill time. It is the cheapest and most affordable entertainment in the market.

You can support your family with a shamisen by your side. Of course, the bard's clever mouth is amazing.

They always only talk about themes that follow the trend, hoping to arouse the audience's interest as much as possible. For example, recently, the drama of "All Kings Working Together Against the Undead" must be the hottest, and both men and women, young and old, like to listen to it.

But the green-haired bard in front of him is a little unique, perhaps vaguely aware that the public has a gloomy psychology of prying into the privacy of big people, and simply talked about the lace scandal of the wilderness pioneer.

One-third of the rumors, one-third of the meeting, and one-third of the nonsense, really caught the hearts of the audience.

The Lord was in the corner of the scene, not only did not say anything, but happily rewarded the past dozen silver coins.

Most of the taverns are poor men who are not well-off. So the green-haired bard worked harder, speaking more vividly, hoping to earn this month's living expenses.

"Aren't you angry?" Vera frowned and asked angrily.

"Angry? What's my identity, as for me to care about this kind of deflation?" Lord Lord couldn't help but smile.

The pair of them is also more conspicuous in a place like a tavern, where men and women are handsome. It's not that the courageous courageous person wants to tease people without drinking two glasses of cat urine, but Dracula's neck is dragged to the back alley before he can open his mouth.

"In a place like a tavern, it's not easy to know your identity since it's here." Bishop Paul wore a red stand-collar jacket with a brown soft hat, and looked like an ordinary rich gentleman.

"Everyone knows that the lord actually likes men's style!" The green hair may want to make the atmosphere more enthusiastic, and suddenly came a sentence that is not surprising and endless.

Richard was holding the ale glass, and the relaxed smile on his face instantly solidified.

"Damn, you're looking for death by yourself, and you can't blame others." Gunther stood up abruptly, and the sturdy body like a black bear made the tavern look very cramped.

He traversed all the way, knocking over tables and chairs along the way. Reached out and grabbed the green hair's neck, dragging it to the back alley without saying a word.

The chicken-like bard's thighs were not as thick as his arms, so he could resist. The shamisen fell to the ground and couldn't even scream.

Other guests in the pub have long seen that this table probably has an extraordinary identity. I could pretend not to know before, but now I dare not stay in this place of right and wrong, and immediately ran away cleanly.

Only the bartender was shivering behind the counter.

"Vera, you said that Pastor Cheheri has been promoted to the level of Ling, and he will come to Coron soon after the rest?" Bishop Paul fiddled with a flat cylindrical alchemy equipment.

This is a silent barrier generator, which can isolate the sound communication inside and outside the barrier, which is very magical. You can't hear the outside inside, and you can't hear the inside. It's very suitable to guard against ears in the wall when talking about secrets.

"Yes." The little nun nodded calmly.

Richard kept feeling in his heart that it was true that pretty women would deceive people. It stands to reason that Vera should have no experience of lying before, but now she can behave so flawlessly.

Sure enough, the more people who don't seem to be able to lie, the less talked about when they cheat others.

"We have to thank Pastor Cheheri. If it weren't for him, I really don't know how to deal with those undead pollution." Lord Lord pretended to draw a cross on his chest, "I wish him a speedy recovery."

"Richard." Bishop Paul tapped gently on the table. "It's not that I don't believe you, but your request is really... forgive me for saying that, it's really incredible."

Two days ago, the lord of Alpine Castle and the emissary of Crown Prince Bedrick suddenly came to the door together. They put forward a very simple and meaningful request—please the Holy Light Church and the Pompeii Army to agree to cooperate with Richard's actions.

In fact, Bishop Paul said that the uncanny is polite enough. If anyone is in his position, he will 100% think that he has encountered two lunatics!

You know, in the face of this unprecedented scale of undead catastrophe, the various forces mobilized are not so huge.

Such a huge power must be used to cooperate with Alpine Fort. It's like having a few peppers and taking a whole steak as a side dish.

"I also know that it sounds a bit outrageous." Richard put down his ale glass and stared at each other with piercing eyes, "but believe me, the importance of this undead incident may far exceed the limit of all of your imagination!"

Those eyes twinkled, as sharp as a sharp sword, and Bishop Paul couldn't help but slightly tilt his head to avoid it.

"But you can't tell me why, can you?"

"Yes." Richard picked up the glass again and sipped slowly, his eyes calmed down, "For this, please forgive me."

He didn't even tell Bedrick the specific reason, but the other party chose to believe it almost without hesitation, and the lord could not help being moved by this trust.

Ask yourself if the other way round, he might not be able to make such a big determination.

"Master Ingmar knows?"

The Ingmar mentioned by Paul is the former Stuart Magister, and it is said that even among the Magisters, it is considered to be an excellent one. After the country was completely destroyed, he and several masters took the lead in forming the Master Free Federation, and now he serves as the Chief Round Table Master.

The round table is the highest power meeting of the Master Free Federation, so the Chief Round Table Master is equivalent to the supreme leader ~www.readwn.com~ I don’t know. "Richard said.

"As long as Pompeii and the Church of the Holy Light can reach an agreement, they can be bound by the agreed coordinated attack time at that time. As for San Jose and other countries, large and small, there is no need to notify at all. Those people are waiting. Sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, the reinforcements sent are too limited and insignificant."

Bishop Paul was silent for a while before he said: "In fact, if all nations can truly unite and use the power of the entire human world, there will be no problem at all in dealing with the dead."

"Don't dream in broad daylight. It's impossible." Lord Lord waved his hand vigorously and sneered disdainfully.

He walked the streets and alleys to inquire about the news these days, and he saw the situation very clearly. That is why Pompeii and the Master Free Federation are directly bordering the undead, and they are the most active and proactive.

As for other countries-I have to admit that Liola's words do make sense at the beginning-basically hold the attitude of hanging up high.

Shouting two slogans and sending a few relief soldiers, even if they can deal with the past in face, there is no lack of schadenfreude.