"Tomorrow." Rowleydo sighed. "Does he think I asked him to stay in the floating port? Because I have to notify the merchants of the other merchant ships one by one and explain to them why I can let this ship leave instead of letting them go. Otherwise, they will give me money. Trouble. Go back and tell Roche that he will summon all his men to the boat tonight, and they will be able to set off early tomorrow morning."

"Isn't that great?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "I will tell Roche that after I find Shi Lang, I can also make a deal, and then I will leave. We don't owe each other."

Rowleydo waved his hand weakly, signalling the demon hunter to get out as soon as possible.

After Zelin walked out of the office, the guards waiting outside made a please gesture to him and signaled the demon hunter to follow him to the trading post to pick up the prisoner.

Zelin flicked his fingers behind him, forming a handprint of Yaxifah, and his golden pupils lighted up slightly.

"You have completed the task, you can go to rest."

The guard's eyes were dizzy, and he nodded blankly.

Watching the guards walk down the stairs and return to the dormitory below and close the door, Zelin looked around and made sure that there were no other people nearby. He opened the corridor window, jumped into the backyard, and landed in the dark flowers.

"... Sir, are you okay? Come out, that **** demon hunter is gone."

Zelin raised his head and looked at the second-floor window above his head. The candlelight spilled out through the gap between the window sashes. Rogliedo's voice is looming, too far away, he can't hear it. But soon Zelin found a solution. The backyard was full of parcels and wooden crates, and some soldiers with torches were patrolling nearby, but no one walked so close to the back wall of the city hall, and Rogliedo was obviously not even worried about his soldiers.

Stepping on two wooden crates and climbing on a scaffold on the other side, Zelin leaned against the window, holding his breath. The conversation in the office came to his ears clearly.

"Gone? Are you sure to go?"

A man with a straight stomach and a turban walked out of the closet, and at the same time he took off the tulle scarf that was wrapped around his neck. The angry voice almost lifted the roof. "This is different from what you said before, Loretta. You never said that there are so many troublesome guys in the floating port. You only said that there are some squirrel parties in the forest. There is no demon hunter who likes to come to trouble, Vizima. I will not pay attention to this sad border town. You are a deception to me and your majesty!"

"Vizima will not pay attention to this. Foltest used to have a spy here. Now he can't be in power. The Regent won't care about the life and death of a spy. I have let Derimite's mercenaries be in the forest outside. Li solved him." Luo Liedo smirked, making his face full of flesh look incongruent. "There are squirrel parties everywhere outside the forest. It's no surprise that one or two humans died. Even if the parliament sends someone to inquire, I won't doubt it."

"What's the matter with the blue iron guard? You have told me twice today to hide in the closet while meeting you! First the two soldiers who came this morning, and then the demon hunter just now." The man in the turban pointed at Rogliedo angrily. "Do you think I am a dirty garment? I represent King Hensett, the only heir to the Unicorn Dynasty. To disrespect me is to disrespect King Hensett!"

"Please allow me to express my respect for you with actions."

The messenger frowned with his hands behind him. "Respect?"

"A new one."

The messenger loosened his brows. "How is it?"

"Whatever, don't worry. No one cares if these **** die, maybe they just went to the forest to be a squirrel party thug."

"Tomorrow when I come back." The messenger said. "You will know if I am satisfied with your apology."

A few seconds later, with a creak, the back door of the city hall was pushed open. Zelin immediately jumped off the scaffolding and hid behind a nearby pile of wooden crates. The messenger turned his back to the demon hunter and walked to the other side of the courtyard.

Chapter 1803 The real evil beast!

Looking at the direction of the messenger's disappearance, Zelin was about to follow, but immediately hid back to where he was hiding.

"Did you hear the call in the front yard? Last night?"

"I heard, **** it, how many women did they find."

Two guards holding torches came from the right side of the demon hunter's hideout. One had a mustache, and the other had a scar on his nose, as if he had been interrupted once.

"Not much, I heard Nabarro say that they almost killed one yesterday."

"Killed to death?"

"A fairy bitch, the mercenaries did it."

"Oh, don't mention it." Hu shook his hand. "Those mercenaries are all perverts and scumbags, and they will definitely not end well in their hands. Luo Liedo is really a good man, every time he finds an elf **** for the mercenaries."

"But I definitely don't want to get close to the mercenaries. Who knows if they will suddenly go crazy and kill all of us. Appleton said that he has heard from the tax officer that the crimes committed by each of these mercenaries are the same. Enough to hang them ten times."

The two guards were chatting while walking by near the wooden crates. They did not approach here, nor did they see the demon hunters hiding nearby. Zelin controlled the sound of footsteps and walked lightly behind the two guards.

The figure of the messenger has disappeared.

Zelin stopped and squatted down. There were many broken eaves in the backyard, the ground was covered with weeds, and there were many footprints, but Zelin soon found the traces of a pair of leather boots in the footprints of many iron boots. There are some simple patterns on the bottom of this pair of leather boots, and there is no anti-skid measure under the soldier's iron boots. The end of the footprints was in a warehouse in the backyard, and a tall guard stood outside the warehouse, waiting, yawning. He was not a Tamorian soldier, and the armor on his body was not worn by soldiers that Zelin had seen, and the light brown amulet hanging on his chest showed that the owner of this guard was afraid of magic.

It is a golden talisman to block magic.

"Hey, soldier!"

Zelin walked straight out, the moonlight was blocked by the drifting clouds, and the shadow just blocked his face. He imitated Roche's stern voice. "I order you to stand at attention immediately, walk forward, and don't stop at the door!"

"Why am I..." The soldier hiccuped. "Why should I listen to you?"

"Because of this." Zelin stretched out his hand holding the bag, and the coins in the bag clinked.

"Do you think you can buy me?" The soldier sipped, disdainfully said.

"No, I mean." Zelin paused. "Look at this."

The sky was gloomy, and the soldier’s large head seemed to be a living target in the shadows. When Zelin launched a quick attack, he did not stoop to evade or reach out to resist. When the demon hunter’s gloves inlaid with silver nails were in close contact with his cheeks, He didn't even close his eyes. The leather bag full of money made a clattering noise and hit the gatekeeper's temple hard. He fell on the door and the door slammed. The demon hunter kicked him on the knee, kicked him away from the door, and knocked on his front door with his money bag, knocking back into his mouth the yelling that he had not had time to make. He closed his eyes and almost lost the ability to resist, but still waved his hands, so Zelin struck again on the top of his head.

"Who is outside?!"

There was a scream from the warehouse.

Zelin pushed aside the janitor blocking the door and took off the magic gold pendant on his chest. Then he stepped back and kicked the door open.

Two screams came from inside, one was known to Zelin, the messenger. The other was a woman, moaning weakly.

For the first time, Zelin understood what this hidden warehouse was for. Leather whips, barbed sticks, axes, and hammers hung on the walls. The stove filled with charcoal made the temperature of the sealed warehouse much higher than outside. A soldering iron was lying inside, which had been burned red. A young elf female was confined on the torture platform, her eyes widened, and she looked at the incoming demon hunter in horror.

The messenger wearing only a pair of shorts was full of anger.

"You fucking..."

Zelin didn't want to know what he was going to say.

When the fist hit his chin, the messenger had not yet closed his mouth, and the sound he was about to make became a vague grunt. The violent blow made his eyes turn white neatly upwards. The broken teeth flew out of the mouth with bloodshot eyes. His body flew up and fell heavily to the ground, looking forward blankly, his head had not yet reacted from the attack just now. When Zelin pulled his collar up, he came back to his senses.

"You dare to attack me!? I am..."

Zelin threw him back, and the messenger just sat down on the charcoal in the brazier. The next moment, he immediately jumped up, clutching his ass. The demon hunter turned around and kicked him on the head, he fell to the left, his head hit the wall, and passed out with a thud.

"...Are you from the Squirrel Party to save me?" the female elf asked in tears.

"I am not."

One by one Zelin untied the chains that bound her.

"The humans here are a group of beasts!"

"Yes, they do."

"You are definitely not a human being."