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A few days later, Frey made a choice and decided to join the Temple Guard. Then he became a glorious soldier under Captain Jessica.

After all, it is a rare big swordsman. Frey's resources are not much worse than Jessica. From time to time, Beta walked to the elven woods to the south and became familiar with the twenty druids.

These elves are the guarantee for the growth of wetland food, and it is necessary to have a good relationship with them.

As for getting along with the elves, with the experience of getting along with the father and daughter of Greenton, Beta was more than capable. In less than three days, these druids made him an acquaintance.

Although not to the point of being a good friend, but talking about the sky, it will not be so jealous.

Another factor is that Emilia played a big role in it. She gave full play to the initiative of the post of ambassador. At the beginning, when the druids didn't believe much in Beta, they centered around and talked about the topic, so as not to make the atmosphere awkward.

Without her, Beta might have taken a long time to reassure these druids.

At the same time, the Okinawa City intelligence system reported that it appeared that the Assassination Team of the Temple of Life had been found outside the wetlands.

Barren Forest City.

A caravan stopped at the gate for inspection.

Several city guards turned over the boardcart and looked at the cargo on it. There are two carts of dry goods, three carts of fur, and two carts of weapons.

The weapon appearance is not very good, but each one is worth at least one silver coin. Each of the city guards took a weapon from the boardwalk.

Then the leading officer waved his hand and said, "Pass, go."

The caravan owner looked angered and unspeakable, grinning, and asked the subordinates to re-cover the canvas on the boardcart, and then entered the city.

As soon as he entered the city, the plain-looking caravan owner immediately calmed down, and his eyes were quite indifferent.

The caravan found a hotel, and the board carriage was behind the hotel. They are as careful as the returning caravan. They haggle with the hotel owner about the accommodation costs, and the food is very rough. It is no different from the ordinary caravan.

But late at night, the caravan owner and the four subordinates appeared in the shadowy alley, and no one saw how they came.

"Now it's very close to Okinawa City." The caravan owner's eyes became quite sharp, and even with his ordinary face that affected him, he became eerie: "But I don't know why, I feel very uncomfortable, It's like you have a lot of eyes coming over. "

"Here is Hollewyn, the site of the God of Wealth. More sentry posts are normal."

"But I think those ordinary people look at us strangely. It seems to be doubting something."

"Not only us, they look at all the caravans, but also the eyes of outsiders. It seems to want to see if our foreign businessmen are fat?"

"After all, all the caravans came over, and it seemed to them that they were all giving them money," someone explained.

"I think something's wrong, anyway."

Listening to the subordinates' discussion, the caravan owner groaned for a while and said, "Tomorrow we will leave the city as originally planned. But after leaving the city, find a remote place and throw everything away. Change to the identity of the second plan."

"I see." Several subordinates nodded.

They have the right to discuss, but the final decision is naturally in the hands of their bosses.

The next day, the caravan left Barren Forest City as originally planned.

Out of the city, they deliberately did not take the stone boulevard built by Woking City, but took the old muddy trees. This road is almost deserted because no one has walked for several years.

The wheels ran over the thin layer of snow. They walked to an unmanned corner, and there was no one left, right, left or right. The road was surrounded by the whistle of the winter wind and the occasional empty chirp.

Several people got into the woods, and when they came out, they became a number of dressed beggars. They nodded to each other, divided into two batches, and headed for the wetland in different directions.

As the actual leader of the assassination team, close to the legendary assassin, Rofos felt very uneasy these two days. He always felt that tsunami-like things were coming from all directions.

After disguising as a beggar, this feeling is much less. He breathed a sigh of relief, and led his two subordinates on the stone road.

In order to play more closely, he deliberately left himself and his teammates hungry last night, and now he is completely weak.

There are many caravans coming and going on Stone Boulevard. Generally, in winter, few caravans dare to run outside. After all, in winter, most civilians stay in the city, and the robbers will become crazy if they have no food source.

As long as a caravan dares to show up in the wild, robbers with noses and wild dogs will never let it go.

But in Hollevan, this has not happened.

The robbers in Holeiwon were almost emptied by the Wealth Union and mercenary unions. Even if the rest is hunting in the old forest in the mountains, I dare not come out casually.

A caravan passed by them, and there was a middle-aged person on top of them. When they saw the three beggars, they shivered in the cold wind, and threw two pancakes.

One of them was bitten, and some saliva remained.

Rofos picked up both loaves of cake, exulting. First bent down and thanked the people on the carriage, then divided the two pancakes into three and gave each one of his subordinates, and bite the pancakes with saliva.

Although he was nauseated, his face was full of smiling faces that were delicious only.

I am an assassin, no emotion, no shame.

The middle-aged man who threw down the pancake sat in the carriage with satisfaction, leaving with a good thing on his face, and maybe a life-saving satisfaction.

The three beggars went on.

Their destination is the next city, Lake City. After staying one night in Lake City, and then set off the next day, we officially entered the wetland area.

In the evening, they reached Lake City and merged with another team.

In the dark and uninhabited alleyway, they found an uninhabited wooden house that was about to collapse as a temporary shelter.

It is normal for a beggar to live in such a house.

"Tomorrow will officially enter the wetland, and everything must be more cautious." Rofos said in a low voice and said quietly, "The Pope sent us here, just to save the determination to kill Beta. As a few of us, as long as we find an opportunity It's easy to kill Beta. He is a pope and young. Even if he has legendary strength, he is not an embroidered pillow. "

Several others also chuckled.

As we all know, most of the post-teaching superficial strengths are indeed very strong, but if you really fight, you can play 60% of your skills.

The power of the popes was given by the gods. They were better at internal affairs than fighting.

Rofoss was very close to the legendary assassin. As long as he was within twenty meters of the so-called pope, he would definitely have the confidence to kill.

Killing a legend may make him break the trance and become a true legendary assassin.

At this time, a subordinate suddenly said, "Boss, don't you think it's strange?"

Rofos looked at him and frowned. "Say something."

"It stands to reason that there should be a lot of beggars in each city. Why the closer we get to the wetland, the fewer beggars we see in the city?"

"Will all be frozen to death ... Such a weather, beggars with no food to eat, no clothes to wear, and not professionals. It is strange not to be frozen to death."

But Rofos frowned even deeper, and his heart was a little disturbed. This subordinate's words made his heart flutter even more.

At this time, a few people with lanterns approached, and when they took pictures of Rofoss, they came over and looked at them carefully by the lights.

A few people stood up, pretending to be a weak look of an alien beggar, and chuckled.

I have to say that their acting skills are very good and there is no flaw at all. When they sneered, their bodies were still shaking, as if they were really cold.

"Who are you?"

"Beggars from Barren Forest City, come here and see if there is any way to go," said Rofos, bending over, looking extremely humble.

"Oh." The man approached, took pictures of them, and said, "You need to be more disciplined, don't make trouble here."

"I understand, I understand." Rofos nodded hard.

"Leave." The middle-aged man who just questioned waved his hand and left here.

After the lights disappeared, several people sat down, and their expressions became gloomy again.

Although it was only an episode, Rofors felt that something was wrong. The heart beats faster.

No, no!

Something went wrong, there must be something wrong. He unconsciously stretched his hands out, clenched, and stretched and clenched.

As an assassin, especially as close to the legendary assassin, he is extremely intuitive about danger.

It was quiet, too quiet, not even a beggar.

Wait ... no one?

At this moment, there was a flash of light in Rofos's head, and he finally knew that something was wrong. The closer to Okinawa City ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the fewer beggars in this city.

In this city, beggars are almost gone.

The man just asked him where he came from ...

"go!"

Rofos jumped up. The other assassins were a little strange, but instinctively followed him out.

But as soon as he reached the alley, he saw a team of mercenaries and a guard of the temple coming at the same time.

At least hundreds of people. None of them had a lighter, and they seemed to be afraid of disturbing some people.

In front of the two teams, Huo Ran was the ordinary people who just asked.

"That's them." The ordinary people who were in the lead saw Rofors and others and screamed anxiously: "It's those people who dare to say that they are beggars from Barren Forest City."

At this moment, Rofos and others did not care about hiding their identities. Individuals instantly turned into dark shadows and flew into the dark alley.