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A long counter stretches to the wall, the sun shines in the dusty corner, and a cat with black and white hair is lazily curling up on the table.

This is a small tavern in the dark city of the disaster church. It is run by a mother and a daughter named MARGES. She has a lovely daughter named Christine. In a few months, Christine will be seventeen years old. She has a beautiful appearance and a plump figure that is not inferior to that of an adult And many pursuers, many young people in the dark city run from another part of the dark city to meet Christine, just for a glass of ale.

MARGES and her daughter have been in the dark city for five years. For them, the dark city is a very kind and energetic place. Although there are more gloomy and depressive atmosphere than other cities, the business is not bad - at least before.

However, the reason why Madame MARGES took a fancy to the dark city and operated it for five years was that no matter how powerful a mercenary was, he was honest when he came to the dark city. No one dared to make trouble here. The huge Ron statue on the main square of the disaster church was the guarantee of the whole.

But all this was destroyed by the arrival of the red silk army!

Since the red silk army defeated the scourge church and took over, the business of MAGGIS's Tavern has plummeted. Even her daughter's beautiful appearance can't make the business in the tavern much better. These days, Mrs. MAGGIS's eyebrows are full of melancholy Mist - and the tavern is afraid to close down if the business goes on.

It has been more than three months since the arrival of the red silk army. With the defeat of the scourge church as the symbol, the red silk army has really conquered the continent of Noah, and the continent of Noah has lost its original name with the passing of Noah. Now all the creatures in the continent of Noah only need to remember one name - that is, the great leader of the red silk army, who comes from the super master Level beast sky dragon utaris.

No one has seen utaris, but it does not prevent people on the continent of Noah from recognizing their new leader at a glance. In the square of every huge city, there are hundreds of meters high, towering, toothed and clawed, lifelike giant sky dragon statues. Of course, dark city is no exception.

In the present continent of Noah, under the high-pressure rule of the red silk army, there is no difference among countries, regions, groups and races. The original kings and nobles have been driven out of the Imperial Palace and mansions. Some powerful mercenaries and high-ranking Holy Land strongmen have all been demoted to ordinary people - to be exact, they are slaves.

All of these slaves were asked to wear the red silk army's logo - a red silk band wrapped around their arms, or on their heads, or a badge engraved with the type "Xi". If someone was found not to wear these things, he would suffer misfortune - and were mercilessly killed by the red silk Army's pickets.

None of the pickets sent to different places is a strong one above Holy Land strength, and the leader of the picket is a magical beast.

Under the almost cruel iron rule of the red silk army, the whole continent of Noah looks like a huge prison, in which all living creatures suffer.

Christine lay bored on the table in the tavern, staring at a picture on the wall. She had long hair with small curls of millet color, two big brown eyes filled with youthful colors, a long black-and-white skirt wrapped her graceful figure, and a red cloth strip was dazzling on the arm without sleeves.

The tavern is not big, but there are only three or four guests. Most of them drink and eat meat in silence. Even when they talk, they deliberately lower their voice, as if they were afraid of being heard by others. The atmosphere is a little dull, which is a strong contrast with the past scene of social intercourse.

Christine has been staring at the picture on the wall for a long time. It's a portrait of middle-aged and old women. For Christine, it's nothing special. However, she knows that this human woman is very important to the red silk army. For this reason, the red silk army has come to the tavern three times, repeating the same words every time, that is, to find out The woman in the picture must report to her.

"Who is she? What does the red silk army want from her? "

Christine didn't know the woman in the painting, but her name was Mary. Christine thought silently, thinking so deeply that she didn't even hear her mother's name.

"Christine Christine What are you thinking? "

Christine's mother, Madame MARGES, gave her a gentle pat, which startled her, and then she came back to her senses.

"Christine Hurry up to greet the guests. I don't know what you are thinking Really I didn't even hear the guests coming in! "

Mrs. MARGES murmured. Because of the bad business during this period, her tone was a little strong. Usually Mrs. MARGES is not like this. Everyone laughs.

"Oh I'm sorry, mother, I'm going to... "

Christine stood up a little flustered, straightened her hair, and stepped up quickly.

In came a human man in a black robe, with white and green skin, a slight stooped figure, and a little tired after a long journey. He took off his hood and showed a beautiful face, but his young face was full of Hu Ebara, who was not suitable for his age.From the aspect of dress, this is a young necromancer. From the aspect of dress, it can be seen that in the past, this profession was definitely a grand guest who threw a lot of money.

Christine's eyes were shining, and a professional smile was on her pretty face.

"Please sit down, dear Mr. necromancer. What can I do for you?"

"Hello!"

The necromancer in nodded faintly. He looked around and frowned slightly. He turned around and sat down. He looked at Christine. He said in a hoarse voice, "have a glass of ale and take whatever you have!"

Then the necromancer shook his hand. "Wow!" dozens of gold coins poured out of his sleeve like beans.

Christine's eyes are straight at a glance. These gold coins are a month's income of the tavern. Even before, they were 100% of the grand guests. Only the mercenary who got the big reward could have such a big hand.

"OK, Mr. necromancer, please wait a moment!"

Christine's face was smiling into a flower. Her hands were flying fast on the table. In a flash, she collected dozens of gold coins, which made her professional.

Attracted by the sound of the gold coins falling on the table, the guests in the tavern turned around one after another and looked at the unexpected guest with a little vigilance. Coincidentally, their looks changed in unison, and then they lowered their heads, without any words.

"Mom, look, we're rich..."

Christine ran quickly back to the counter, her beautiful face filled with excitement. "Look Fifty three gold coins, fifty-three gold coins... "

"Great!" Mrs. MARGES's face was also full of excitement. "Now we don't have to close the door!"

With the money, the tavern can continue to open. This tavern has all the sources of income for the mother and daughter.

Christine put out her tongue playfully, smiled, and then they got busy.

"Ma, do you think this guy is a mercenary?" Christina poured the ale into the cup and spread a large white foam.

"I think so. We haven't met such a generous guest in a long time!" Mrs. MARGES put on her work clothes, cut a piece of beef with a knife in her hand, and put it on the red iron plate on the counter. Soon, the beef began to "Sizzle..." The ground smells.

Christine quickly finished the ale, put it on a tray, and was about to bring it to the guests. At that time, her steps stopped abruptly, her eyes opened, and her eyes showed a strong look of surprise.

"What's the matter, Christine, not bringing the ale to the distinguished guest?"

Madame MARGES hastened to see Christine standing still.

"Mom Mom, look The guest Is it a little Strange? "

Christine opened her eyes wide and ate.

"Strange?"

Madame MARGES looked up casually, then shook her head. "No, nothing wrong."

"But But he has no armband There is no sign of a red silk army! " Christine whispered to her mother, her voice trembling and her face full of fear.

"What?"

Madame MARGES was startled, then a little alarmed.

"Maybe He forgot to take it when he went out. Shall we remind him? " Said Christine, with a hard swallow.

"It's too late!" Mrs. MARGES sighed. "Did you see the table on the other side? He just ran out. He must have gone to the picket team to tell the secret. If the picket team came, this guy would not live... "

MARGES waved weakly. "Remind him that if one doesn't work out, it may also affect us!"

"Yes, mom!" Christine answered and walked quickly to the necromancer.

The necromancer, who had been sitting upright in his seat, was staring at the front in a daze. Seeing Christine coming, he nodded faintly. Before she could open the door, he took the lead in asking, "what's the matter with this man?"

"Ah?"

Christine was stupefied for a moment, only to find out that she was referring to the portrait of Mary.

"Er This... " With a touch of the Necromancer's eyes, Christine's face appeared a little flustered. She always felt that the face was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she could not tell.

"This is a human woman, Mary. The red silk army is looking for her!" Replied Christine honestly.

"Oh..."

Hearing the name of the red silk army, the Necromancer's eyes were cold. "What is the red silk army looking for her?"

"What? This I don't know... "

Christine smiled awkwardly. She gave each other a slight look and couldn't help but say, "this Dear guests It's like this I think When you go out Did you forget to bring something... ""I I mean You should remember, maybe forget Is That armband! "

Christine ate and said. She secretly complained about herself. She was usually very articulate and didn't even speak very well.

"Red silk armband?"

The necromancer frowned, with a look of disgust in his eyes. "I never wear this!"

"What?"

Christine is really scared this time. If she forgets to go out and return it, if she refuses to wear it directly, what does it mean? It means a naked challenge to the red silk army.

"Dear guest, you can't do this. If you are found by the red silk picket You You will die! " Christine was in a hurry, and there was a little sweat on her brow.

"I have already said..." The necromancer said firmly, "I will never wear this!"

Christine wanted to persuade again. Just then, there was a disordered sound of footsteps outside the tavern door. She knew that the pickets had arrived.

Now it's too late to say anything. Christine sighs helplessly and secretly prays for the unfortunate necromancer

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