At night, the sky became clearer, and the dark clouds dispersed at some point. The stars came out of the darkness, emitting bright brilliance and falling on the cold frozen soil.
Most areas of Lingbing Bay fell into silence, with only bonfires burning slowly in the darkness, intertwined with the steady breathing of people, and at the edge of the dock, the firelight rose and figures flickered.
Countless Vikings arrive in Lengbing Bay every day, and most of them come from other territories. Therefore, an area dedicated to serving these Vikings has gradually formed here, including taverns, hotels, casinos, etc.
Following those gray businesses, some gray areas appeared. With the greed of the lords, this gray area became more chaotic.
Fortunately, no matter how chaotic it is, everyone tacitly agrees to some rules and never breaks them, but today... something unexpected happened.
There were several gambling tables in the simple hall, and the Vikings gathered around one of the tables. They were breathing heavily. It was obviously a harmonious place, but they seemed to be facing some kind of battle.
His heart was beating violently, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at the guests at the gambling table.
In the closed space, the firelight swayed slightly due to the flow of breath, casting people's shadows on the wall, making it extremely ferocious.
"continue!"
The man at the gambling table was so proud that he pushed the chips in front of him onto the table and turned to stare at the other people at the gambling table.
Every gambler he saw looked nervous, with sweat covering their foreheads, and they did not dare to look at them.
There was one person who glared back desperately. He grabbed the cards in his hand and found a chance of winning. But just as he was about to speak, he found that the man opposite him looked at him, and then his gray-blue eyes fell.
Fireworks rise for a moment.
The gambler was stunned. He still saw the familiar casino in front of him, but for a moment he could feel the ultimate fear, as if something strange under the ice sea had seen him, and the next second it would open its big mouth and devour him.
The movements in his hands stopped, and when he recovered from the panic, it was too late.
"Next...the unveiling."
The croupier also took a deep breath. She glanced at the guests beside her and felt the gazes coming from all directions. She felt deeply stressed.
The casino has almost stopped, and everyone is gathered around the gambling table, staring at the card games on the table. This kind of thing often happens, for example, if a person is extremely lucky and wins several games in a row, he will attract everyone's attention.
And the reason why today is so special is because...
"Oh oh oh! I won again!"
The man's eyebrows were dancing with joy and he was mocking everyone present.
After revealing the hole card, the gambler on the opposite side immediately passed out. Several gamblers on the side seemed to have a heart attack, clutching their chests, saying some vague words, and fell down little by little.
The few gamblers still sitting on the chairs looked at the man with red faces. They pointed their fingers at him, as if they wanted to scold him, but in the end they couldn't say anything, with despair on their faces.
Looking at the cards on the gaming table.
"Alas, this thing was passed down from Yingerweg. You guys are not good enough at it."
When the Viking countries opened navigation to Inverg, they not only brought wealth and technology, but also brought some messy things, such as gambling cards.
The man didn't care about the eyes of the people around him at all. He stretched out his hand, grabbed all the chips, and piled them in front of him, like a small mountain bag.
Seeing this, the croupier couldn't stand it anymore. She felt a little weak in her legs. It wasn't that she had never seen so many chips, but she had never seen such a scene. This stranger came in a few hours ago and never sat down to gamble.
The table started and he never came down. The gamblers on the gambling table changed one after another, but he was the only one who remained standing.
"These people are still too young to play. They are not as interesting as those in the lower city. That's called intrigue."
Lorenzo leaned back on the chair, raised his feet and put them on the gaming table.
Even though he said this, Lorenzo couldn't be happier now. He couldn't meet so many honest and innocent Vikings in the lower city. There were some cunning guys in the lower city who wanted to win from them.
Money is even harder to come by.
Lorenzo and Hercule had gone shopping in the lower city before. Relying on Hercule's photographic memory, he made a lot of money by counting cards. Unfortunately, the casino was not happy with it and Lorenzo killed him.
The Quartet brought out the money, and because it was all thanks to Hercule, Lorenzo didn't get much at all.
"I said...can I win those lord's spies by gambling here?"
Shrike stood behind Lorenzo, he lowered his voice, full of helplessness.
A few hours ago, Lorenzo said he was going to come out to find the lord's spies, so he turned left and right, and ended up at this place. Then he sat on the chair and never got off it.
"Spy? What spy?"
Lorenzo looked like he didn't understand what people were saying, and his eyes were scanning the people around him, looking forward to the appearance of the next desperate gambler.
"It's rare that there are so many idiots. If you don't make a good fortune, do you think you are worthy of the cultivation that the purification agency has given you?"
He unbuttoned his collar and pulled his chest. Lorenzo seemed to be very excited and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Shrike was speechless. He could rarely win against Lorenzo in a quarrel. He felt a little hot. When the atmosphere was the most lively, he also shouted along with the others. As a result, in the end, the atmosphere became more and more depressing.
Lorenzo was killed.
Although money is said to be an external thing, when there are more of these things, let alone, they are quite beautiful.
"Next round, next round! Is there anyone left?"
Lorenzo waited for a while and shouted to the people around him, but no one came forward, and the casino fell into silence.
I don't know who opened the doors and windows, and the cold breeze blew into the room, blowing out people's desires, and they fell into a cold state. Everyone looked like they were just waking up from a dream, and then their anger surged up.
Most of the people who play cards here are thugs who are doing shady things and have blood on their hands.
People gathered around and looked at him with evil eyes.
Shrike pressed Lorenzo's shoulder hard. With Lorenzo here, there was no need to worry about personal safety. However, this was not the Lower City, but Lingbing Bay, and they still had missions to attend to.
"If no one is playing, then I can leave. Where can I exchange these chips for money?"
Lorenzo didn't pay attention to Shrike's hint. He tugged on the croupier's clothes, and the croupier looked at Lorenzo in horror. The guy in front of him couldn't understand the atmosphere at all. If he were him, he would have killed him long ago.
He left the chips behind and left silently.
"No one wins all the time."
There was a sound, and people stepped aside, revealing the man behind him. He had scars on his face, giving people a sinister look. Lorenzo temporarily called him Scarface in his heart.
"So you're here for a fight, huh?"
Shrike tugged hard on Lorenzo's collar. This guy was obviously here to kick the tires.
"Otherwise?" Lorenzo whispered, "Wherever there are people, there are rules, and there are people who make the rules. Do we have to go door to door to find out who is the lord's spy?"
"As a local snake in this gray area, it's impossible for him not to know this. We only need to find the boss among them and torture him, and we will know the information."
Lorenzo analyzed it rationally.
Shrike looked at him. He believed it for a moment, but then he felt something was wrong. They could have killed everyone quietly and tortured them severely, instead of wasting time at the gambling table. This reason looked like no matter how you looked at it.
That's the bullshit Lorenzo used to defend himself.
"As long as you are lucky enough, you can indeed keep winning."
Lorenzo shouted.
"You cheated."
Scarface didn't care about Lorenzo's excuse and said directly and affirmatively.
The situation was not good, the croupier had already retreated, and only these two strangers and a group of menacing Vikings were left in the hall.
"Ahem, do you want to learn? In fact, I can teach you," Lorenzo said inexplicably, "but I want to meet your boss."
"I'm the boss!"
Scarface shouted.
Lorenzo squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully. He felt that this man was a bit stupid and didn't look like a boss. He also remembered the past. Lorenzo also participated in a gambling game like this. He felt that the guy in front of him was just
A scapegoat, the real boss is still hiding in the dark.
"It seems like we can't have a good discussion."
Lorenzo stood up slowly and put his hands on the gaming table. He lowered his head and didn't look at anyone.
Shrike guessed right, not only did Lorenzo do this on purpose, but in fact, they were not looking for spies from the lord at all.
"Shrike, tell me, there are internal and external troubles in Lingbing Bay right now. If a melee breaks out, will Garen still have the strength to protect Floki?"
"You...what did you say?"
Shrike suspected that he had heard wrongly. He knew that Lorenzo's plans were always crazy, but he never thought that they would be so bad.
"I said, stick to the original plan."
"What was the original plan?"
The shrike was going crazy, but Lorenzo didn't say anything to him at all. He started betting as soon as he came in. He knocked the money out of a passing Viking and snatched it from his hand.
Lorenzo looked at Floki like a fool, and then overturned the gambling table.
Countless chips rose into the air, attracting everyone's attention. The next moment, the cold metal came out from under the wooden wrapping. Lorenzo swung his staff and sword and cut off the gambling table in front of him.
Don't join the dispute between any forces, it's like a sudden storm.
The next moment violent and invisible pressure came. Fireworks flashed in Lorenzo's eyes, spreading fear and despair. The Vikings, whose anger was rising, froze in place before they even had time to attack. They felt like they were being hit by something.
Caught a terrifying and evil monster.
They looked at Lorenzo, and it was like looking into an abyss.
It was also at this time that a harsh explosion sounded, and a brilliant fire ignited with Lorenzo's swing of the sword. The fire cut through the night sky, burned fiercely, and set the dock of Lingbing Bay on fire.
"Did you... do this?"
Shrike was shocked when he saw a fire burning in the darkness. Judging from the intensity of the fire, it was estimated that at dawn tomorrow, these people would be carried to the dock and beheaded.
"I said it wasn't me, do you believe it?"
Lorenzo was also stunned. He turned around and looked at the burning flames and the blood mixed in the warm wind.
"Then what's going on?" Shrike asked, this was beyond his expectation.
Just as Lorenzo was thinking, Scarface rushed over with a knife in front of him, and the metals intertwined with each other. Scarface suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from his hand, and then the sharp knife in his hand
Then Lorenzo picked him up and thrust him fiercely into the wooden table.
Before Scarface could react, he hit him hard in the face with a heavy punch. The bridge of his nose was broken, blood spilled out, and he crashed directly into the crowd, causing everyone to fall over.
Amid the screams and howls, a group of strong men rushed forward, shouting with tears in their eyes.
"Boss! Boss! What's wrong with you!"
Seeing their real cries, Lorenzo was startled, and then couldn't help but ask.
"Is he really your boss?"
"if not?"
The strong men shouted with tears on their faces, and then drew their weapons one after another, as if they were going to follow the boss back to the Hall of Valor.
Listening to these sincere words, Lorenzo was a little moved for a moment. He has been hanging around in the sinister and cunning Lower City for a long time. He has not met such a group of simple and real people for a long time. The boss is the boss, upright and upright.
People couldn't help crying.
"This guy is indeed a lunatic from the Club of the End! They are going to the Hall of Valor with Lingbingwan!"
The strong men looked at Lorenzo, who was holding a staff and sword, and then looked at the raging fire outside the window. People were shouting and the commotion continued.
"Wait a minute? The End Society!"
Lorenzo felt that he heard some words that should not appear here, raised his staff and sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at everyone.
The pressure brought by the rising secret blood forced the strong men, their hearts thumped loudly, and facing Lorenzo's sword, they did not dare to fight back for a while.
"You...are not one of them?"
Scarface sat up slowly, covering his nose and speaking in a dull voice.
"What's going on...could it be that..."
Lorenzo suddenly thought of something and looked at Shrike with a little panic in his eyes.
He still remembered what Ragnar said to him. Floki participated in the gathering of the Final Society. He was supposed to die there with other members, but he escaped and returned to the Ice Bay alive...
"The lord betrayed the association. He should have died there. The association will not allow this to happen. The traitor will be punished..."
Scarface tore open the clothes on his chest, revealing a burn scar, which was twisted into a cross. It seemed that there was a tattoo on it, but he burned it off.
"I was one of them and I know how crazy they are and this is their revenge."
Scarface said with some fear.
"Diffusion of death."
Lorenzo pulled Shrike and rushed out of the casino. He saw that the night sky was burning red with fire, and the flames continued to the mountainside, almost approaching the lord's residence.
"They're going to kill Floki and let him die."
Shrike's voice was trembling. He had thought that he would encounter a battle in Lingbing Bay, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly and with such great momentum.
"What to do, Lorenzo!"
Facing Shrike's inquiry, Lorenzo didn't know when he put on a silver crown, which shone brightly in the night. He raised his staff and sword in one hand and held the Winchester in the other.
"Follow the original plan!"
He said this before rushing into the burning night.