Chapter 220

"My dear Lauren, please use your brain before you are really ready to do it. Is it out of reason or just on impulse?"

Asriel, dressed in a red and black dress, had an unprecedented dignified expression. Holding his shoulder, he looked at Loren who came into the door: "I'll ask another way, do you know what you're doing now?"

"Of course I know." for the first time, Lauren smiled gently at the boy in front of him: "is there anything wrong?"

"Is there anything right?" the angry boy widened his scarlet eyes: "do you know it's a trap?"

"Of course it's a trap. They must have guessed that I would come - or if I'm not going to be charged with 'gang leader' and thrown into eboden prison, then I have to come."

The black haired Wizard "innocently" raised his hands and surrendered: "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person who does my best. I'm not a genius who can think of a" good way "immediately. Why don't you tell me a way not to fight them?"

"You can let the night watchman die for you." Asriel gave a decisive answer: "it's easy to fight a group of elite mercenaries, or it's easy to clean up a wizard with the reputation of an apprentice?"

"They just have a little trust in me now. How can they be willing to die for me immediately?" Loren sighed helplessly: "not to mention the premise of winning weierluo is to ensure that the Bellini family's attention is on me."

Now the nine Manx magic tower is everywhere the Bellini family's eyeliner. If they suddenly disappear, they will be aware of it. As long as Peter FA Sha takes the opportunity to take Weirlo away from the nine mans star wizard tower, the rest will be easy to handle.

I believe that dear Mr. verlo Bellini will say everything for his own life.

"It sounds reasonable, but it sounds!" the boy pouted and looked very unhappy: "but don't you still want you to die?"

"Yes, it's really dangerous..." Lauren suddenly frowned and looked very strange:

"When did you care so much about my life and death?"

Asriel's mouth twitched slightly, just blinked, and his pale, bloodless cheek showed that "polite" smile again:

"Why do you ask this? We are the closest friends. The lovely Asriel has always been afraid of your safety!"

No, it's different this time... Lauren's pupils shrunk slightly and wanted to get even a little answer from the boy in front of him, even if he knew it would be futile.

The last time he was so impatient and even willing to take the initiative to help himself, it was because the evil god mezka of the ancient wood forest - only fear and fear could slightly make the guy who never told the truth have such a slight flaw.

Will this be the same reason?

"Ah... That's the look again. I reminded you, dear Lauren, not to try to get the answer in this way." the smile on the boy's face gradually faded and became indifferent and cold: "Asriel will tell you everything when he can tell you."

"Dear Asriel, I once read about you in a book." the black haired wizard smiled and pondered: "you can always meet anyone's wishes, but you always have to make others pay a price, and the process of realizing your wishes is not what they want."

"Well... Very pertinent evaluation." not even for a second, the boy immediately recovered his original "naive" expression and nodded with his fingers: "but I helped those people just because they were interesting. As for what they thought... Well, I don't have to care what a group of humans think, do I?

Don't forget, the lovely Asriel is a real devil! "

"It also says that you 'lovely devil' is keen on sacrifice and corpses. Is that your interest?

"Sacrifice and corpse?" Asriel was stunned and stared innocently: "how can they slander me so?!"

"Slander?" Lauren doubted.

"Slander, of course! Ah... Yes, the lovely Asriel never denies that he is a bad child. It's interesting to play tricks on people or some self righteous guys." the boy's expression is very puzzling: "but what do I want a pile of corpses for?!"

"... eat?"

“……”

The handsome boy put his right hand against his forehead, and his eyebrows twitched constantly. He looked depressed: "... Is there anything else?"

"No more."

"Then how are you going to leave the nine pointed star wizard tower? There are spies everywhere outside the door - wouldn't it be exposed if you ran directly?"

"So we have to go another way," Luo said of course:

"Sewer, of course."

...... The scream of breaking the intestines, the cry of the steel sword penetrating the heart, and the tear of wiping the neck... In the base camp of the crutch Gang, a wonderful "drama" is being staged.

The name of the play is "the end of the gutter lane".

In front of hundreds of heavily armed, well-trained mercenaries and the same number of patrol guards, needless to say, a small crutch Gang, even all the gangs in the south of the city can't compete with them!

Yes, just over 200 people can't even fight a wave when they are thrown in the south of the city. If they are allowed to patrol the streets, half of them will die in the streets in less than a day. The rest will probably be cut off their ears and noses and thrown into the wilderness, or hung on a sign in a tavern to warn other "appearance goods" not to cross the border.

But if these two hundred people clench their fists, they are completely two concepts!

At the beginning, the scum also tried to resist. After shooting crossbows and arrows and dropping dozens of bodies, the rest disappeared completely. Only some people who suddenly appeared in the gutter or corner were stabbed to death. After more than a dozen people were not afraid of death, the rest began to "learn".

It's not fighting at all. It's cleaning the garbage.

A hundred patrol guards blocked the streets, a hundred mercenaries controlled the large and small strongholds of the gutter Lane - and outside the gutter lane, other patrol guards controlled the surrounding areas to ensure that no more garbage rushed in to make trouble.

Before nightfall, the whole gutter Lane will be "refreshed", and all gangsters, gangsters, robbers, thieves and beggars

All "social idlers" will become overflowing sewage and garbage in ditches, and then be cleaned up.

After cleaning his sword, the mercenary leader of the Bellini family went into the base camp of the crutch Gang, found himself a chair, gasped and shook his head.

What on earth did you come for?

I thought these damn gangsters could be a little capable, but that's the level? Not to mention the same fierce mercenaries or wandering knights, even the agricultural soldiers in the countryside of the Principality of lottel are 100 times stronger than them!

The mercenary leader who was once employed by an earl of lottel was deeply impressed by the farmers in that land - almost everyone is a good hunter and is keen to solve problems with fists. It is even common for the landlords of rural farms to rebel. It is even said that an earl of shenlinbao is still happy with rebellion all the year round. Only recently did he kick his legs and be robbed of the land by the Duke of lottel.

Compared with such a fierce principality, eboden is so peaceful that even gangsters can't see it.

"Lord leader, we have a team of brothers missing."

The mercenary leader who was just idle and bored stopped his sword wiping left hand and frowned at the mercenary who ran back to report.

Kill my team at once? It seems that these scum haven't learned a lesson. How dare they be so brave?

"Where?" the mercenary leader asked casually, "no matter how many of them, gather the surrounding crossbows and shoot them into a sieve!"

"Not a few people... Lord leader." the herald hesitated, "but only one person, and even the crossbow men responsible for guarding on the eaves around have been killed!"

The mercenary leader's expression is not very good-looking.