The night wind with a faint pungent smell slowly blew through the quiet night, and the moored boats emitted faint lights.
The man carrying belongings worth at least 50,000 pounds walked calmly on the bridge made of wooden planks. He had high cheekbones, blue eyes with gray, and his hair was neatly combed back. He looked like a man who had received higher education and had been in the upper class society.
Popularity.
But at this time, he was wearing a peaked cap and a gray coat, completely lacking the dignity that should be expected from such a demeanor.
Seeing that the scheduled inland river boat had appeared in sight, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the ticket from his pocket, and walked towards the boat.
But at this moment, a tall young man suddenly blocked his path.
This man had a bronze complexion, and his muscles were all tangled. He was wearing cool clothes that were completely inconsistent with winter. The vest that should have been white had already been dyed earthy gray by dust.
His appearance is relatively outstanding, his features are clear, and the adjective of a strong back and strong waist is really appropriate for him. He is carrying a dusty sack on his shoulders. It seems that he just happened to be a little tired from walking here, so he took a rest for the time being.
Jason Belial, who was carrying a suitcase, had a cold look on his face. He looked at the man who seemed to be a dock worker in front of him, and a bright light flashed in his blue and gray eyes.
"Not an extraordinary person?" Looking at the strong but inconsistent etheric aura, the man seemed to relax a little, but still glared at him with an expression as if an upper-class person encountered a beggar blocking the road.
It's as if just speaking makes you feel bad.
"Sir, I seem to have seen you somewhere."
The sturdy young man carrying the sack did not flinch because of the man's eyes. Instead, he responded with a simple and honest voice. Jason's face immediately darkened and he shouted angrily:
"Find out your identity! Also, I'm in a hurry!"
After all, he didn't stop too much, but acted like a person who was really in a hurry, trying to avoid the strong man. After all, this was also an important port responsible for the shipping logistics of Backlund and Enmatt Port.
It doesn’t mean that we can’t move forward if one person blocks the way.
However, just as he took a step forward, the huge sack hit him again, and at the same time, there was that honest voice:
"Sir, you really look familiar..."
"Get away!"
Jason's face became more and more ugly. He took steps forward, trying to forcefully avoid the strong man, but with a bang, the huge sack was placed on the ground by the man. At that moment, he even felt the weight under his feet.
The ground shook a few times.
"Although I don't want to doubt you, sir, you really look like a dangerous person on a wanted warrant. To ensure the safety of the ship, can you please wait a moment?"
The dock worker's voice was still honest, but as he spoke, his left hand went deep into his arms, took out an emerald ring that was completely inconsistent with the dock worker's identity, and put it on the thick, rough, calloused part of his right hand.
on the index finger.
It was an exquisite signet ring, with a perfect emerald the size of the thumb's belly engraved with complex, delicate, yet strong religious patterns. The two ancient Hermes were obviously small, but they could catch people's attention.
The language runes clearly told Jason that this ring was anything but ordinary.
"'7' and 'Victory'?" Jason recalled the organizations, forces or symbols related to them in her mind, but there were no results, but this did not prevent her from being convinced that the man in front of her was an enemy.
Seeing that no one around him was paying attention to the situation, Jason suppressed his desire to use black flames to burn this man who dared to block the road with a magical item to ashes, and invisible spider threads suddenly shot out.
But something happened that he couldn't understand. His spider silk couldn't make this man move at all.
He was like an extremely solid statue that remained motionless no matter how hard it was pulled.
hateful!
What exactly is the ability of this ring?
Jason frowned, and a strange force spread around him. Pedestrians passing by not far away suddenly began to cough, and many even fell to the ground and let out painful gasps.
But the man in front of him, who was less than three meters away from him and had been in the disease aura for at least twenty seconds, did not react at all!
"Is this guy really a human?"
Jason pulled the spider thread hard, but there was still no reaction at all. If he had not confirmed it with his spiritual vision before, he even suspected that the strong man in front of him was a demon statue!
"Yanar."
A young voice that did not match the previous honest and honest voice came out of the man's mouth. As the sigh-like murmur fell, a green light escaped from his ring.
It was an angel with gray-white wings. Its appearance was beautiful and luxurious. She was covered in a simple green robe that perfectly highlighted her figure. There was a key that seemed to contain great magic hanging on the gully on her chest.
She raised the brown lantern high, and the green light spread out. Jason's spreading disease aura was immediately suppressed, and the conditions of the implicated passers-by also improved rapidly.
The angel continued to shed light, but the strong man suddenly raised his fist, and the spider threads connected to his body were broken one by one. Jason Beria did not care to attract attention at this time, and the wall made of ice immediately
Rising up in front of him, at the same time, the black flames turned into fireballs, blasting straight towards the strong man's face.
"Crack!"
Even a salvo of high-pressure steam rifles could catch the next round of ice walls that were shattered by fists. Jason relied on the spider silk to pull himself and finally got out of the attack range. But even so, those who exploded due to the power of his fists
The ice crystals also scratched scars on his face.
Just for wielding this unsuccessful blow, the strong man also paid a corresponding price. Although the black flame was blocked by his other arm, the blazing black fire did not let him go.
In just a few breaths, the black flame had completely wrapped his left arm. Even with the protection of the angel's green light, the flame still penetrated through the defense, burning his skin and eroding his flesh and blood.
, the smell of burning oil and the crackling sound of oil made big beads of sweat break out on the strong man's forehead.
Jason's face, which was covered with scratches but strangely did not shed any blood, exuded resentment and pleasure. His eyes looking at the emerald ring inevitably revealed a bit of greed.
But just when he was expecting the strong man to be burned to death by the black fire, the black fire that had spread to his shoulders was suddenly extinguished. Under the burning of the flames, the bones of his arms were exposed, and powder began to grow.
Tender sprouts.
"I'm sorry, sir, to disappoint you." The strong man's voice suddenly sounded while holding back the pain. Jason was shocked to notice a handsome young man wearing a black formal suit, a half-high silk top hat, and a joking smile on his lips.
, I don’t know when it appeared beside the strong man.
He put one hand on the strong man's regenerating arm and said in a gentle tone:
"No, even if the other party doesn't want to make too much noise, being able to maintain a stalemate with a Sequence Five for so long is beyond my expectation."