Aranza had just finished talking to Cyril when she turned around and bumped into someone.
"Where are you two going?"
The middle-aged man blocking the door smiled, but his tone contained a hint of gloom. His smile revealed smoky yellow teeth, and his hair was sparse, like scraped seaweed, replaced by old wood.
His right foot was amputated.
Even if Aranza was walking with her eyes closed, there was no way she would bump into someone. In other words, this person was deliberately blocking Aranza's path to cause trouble.
"What's up?"
Aranza took a step back in disgust. He was not used to the middle-aged man's fishy smell.
The middle-aged man stretched out a finger, pointed at Cyril, and said, "Little brother, how about selling this slave to me?"
Lydia Bay mainly produces barbarian slaves, so it is not surprising to be stopped and asked whether to sell the slaves in hand. Aranza thought to himself, of course, Cyril is not a slave. He shook his head and said: "Sorry, this
He is my friend, not a slave."
The middle-aged man turned his eyes, smiled sinisterly, and said, "In that case, I will capture her directly!"
Hearing this, Aranza looked cold and said: "Do you want to die?!"
"Old cripple! This is not the place for you to cause trouble!" At this time, a young man about the same age as Aranza came out from behind the counter, glared at the middle-aged man, and shouted, "Get out of the mercenary office quickly!"
"Crete!"
The middle-aged man shouted the boy's name angrily, and actually turned around and walked away!
Aranza turned her head and glanced at the young man, but did not take away the hand holding the sword hilt.
Crete stepped forward, patted Aranza on the shoulder and said: "Friend, don't be nervous, it's fine. This guy is the scum of the town. He often steals slaves from others. The new mayor is his son-in-law."
, the locals don’t dare to go against him.”
Aranza shook her head, pushed the door open and left without speaking to Crete.
Crete couldn't help but was stunned. He pulled Cyril and said, "What's wrong with your friend? He won't be scared, right?"
"He is going to kill that man." Cyril replied, turning around to follow Aranza.
Unexpectedly, Crete quickly grabbed Cyril again and said, "That's right, let me introduce you formally. My name is Crete. What's yours?"
Cyril's face hidden under the mask showed some impatience, but she found that Crete's grip on her wrist was very clever and there was no way to shake it off. This forced her to pay attention to the person in front of her and said: "Cyril...
simple."
Only then did Crete let go of his hand with satisfaction, and then pretended to be panicked and said: "Wait! You just said that he was going to kill the old cripple?! This is not possible, let's follow him quickly!"
With that said, Crete stepped out of the mercenary office first, but his left hand grabbed Cyril's wrist again and pulled her to run towards the corner of the street. Aranza's figure had just turned the corner.
At this moment, Aranza had spotted the "old cripple" in Crete's mouth at the end of her sight.
"stop!"
He let out a roar from his throat and rushed towards the middle-aged man with the tear in his right hand. The flame enchantment had already been activated, drawing a burning trajectory!
The middle-aged man just turned around and was shocked, what is this?! An enchanted weapon! Only then did he realize that he had kicked an iron plate. Who knew that the young-looking Aranza would have such a weapon! However, the middle-aged man
I wasn't too worried. Maybe even though this person was proficient in weapons, he wasn't very good at reaching out. What's more, he still had a handle.
"Are you going to take action?" The old lame man didn't even run away or defend himself. He just stood and cursed, "Do you know who my son-in-law is? Do you know who is the boss here..."
"hiss--!"
The tear has already cut across his neck!
At the moment of his death, the old cripple still looked complacent. Several screams suddenly erupted in the street. Onlookers who witnessed all this dispersed, and some secretly peeked through the cracks in the door to where the incident occurred.
"You actually killed him!" Crete caught up and could only scream helplessly.
Aranza turned to look at the person, frowned and said, "Who are you?"
"Me? My name is Crete! Hehe, although you are pretty good and almost as good as me, you can't kill this old cripple. You are in big trouble!"
"Don't mess with anyone around me!"
Aranza said something, and looked at Crete without much good intentions. He suddenly raised the sword, stabbed forward, and stopped in front of Crete's wrist. Crete's hand was holding Cyril.
wrist.
Crete had weird purple hair, and his eyes, which also had purple pupils, narrowed slightly and stared at Aranza.
Aranza raised her upper jaw slightly and responded to Creel's provocative eyes forcefully.
"snort!"
Crete made a disdainful sound and let go of his hand.
Aranza then retracted her weapon, turned around, looked in the direction, and stepped forward without looking back. The freed Cyril followed him. Perhaps, at this moment, only Aranza could feel her emotions hidden under the mask.
He just pointed the sword at the man who touched her.
Crete watched Aranza walking away with Cyril, but he muttered to himself: "He ****! He also said he was her friend, but he is obviously my love rival!"
As he spoke, he walked over to the old cripple's body and kicked it as if to vent his anger. Then he said to the air behind him: "Come out!"
There was an obvious distortion in the air immediately, and a figure wearing a black robe emerged from it!
The black-robed figure made a hoarse voice: "What are your orders, Fourth Young Master?"
"Dispose of this body, and...investigate those two people!"
But the man in black robe remained motionless and said, "That boy is Alanza Lane."
Crete waved his hands impatiently and said: "The point is that girl, do you have any brains?! I didn't realize that this young master likes her. Is it love at first sight? Wait! Who do you think that kid is?!"
…
On the other side, Aranza has found the Sleeping Giant Bar.
Seeing the door of the bar, Aranza couldn't help but laugh. The size of this door was simply made for Mahler Gobi. It was extremely large. In other words, one side of the entire house was used to form the door.
is more appropriate.
He seemed to be in a better mood.
Cyril suddenly said: "Why did you kill that person just now?"
"Oh?" Aranza was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand to stroke the long hair on the back where Cyril's mask hung, and said, "I don't want anyone to provoke the people I cherish...I don't want to do it anymore...and, that
Crete, stay away from him, no one can deceive my soul induction, do you understand?"
Cyril nodded, not knowing whether he was happy or disappointed.
After that, Aranza pointed to the door of the Sleeping Giant Bar and said: "Let's go, I will introduce you to two people later, both of whom are from my mother's family."
With that said, Aranza stepped forward and kicked open the door of the bar!
"Bang!"
The huge force only opened a crack in the huge door. Of course, this crack was enough for him and Cyril to walk in side by side.
"who?!"
At this moment, the bar was filled with mercenaries who had joined the mission to explore the mysterious sea. When they heard the door being kicked, almost all the mercenaries who were drinking and eating meat stood up!
"It's okay, we're friends." At this time, a heavy voice came from the box behind the mercenaries.
Hearing this voice, the mercenaries all swallowed their saliva and sat back down.
"The fight you had yesterday really frightened these people." A hot figure walked out of the wine box, and her huge breasts swayed left and right with her steps. I don't know how many eyes she attracted. It was
Feiya from the Tulip family. She glanced at the mercenaries who were looking at her, and then focused her eyes on the door, "Let me see, who is the friend you are talking about?... Aranza?! Oh, your hair