"Pop!" "Pop!" ... the dense beating sounded and flew from the mouths of more than a dozen adventurers with **** teeth. Just a moment, those rude adventurers were caught by Fiona and Otter. Les flew all over the air, groaning in pain while covering her face, their cheeks bulging up on one side, all swollen.

Such a sudden change suddenly calmed down this pub full of people, and almost everyone looked at Muria in the direction of the door.

"Isn't this the humanoid cannon that opened the way to the paladin at the gate of the city? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, maybe this big man ..."

"Shut up or not, you don't think this adult can hear these words, and you want to be drawn!"

Just a few moments later, these drinkers who came for pleasure began to whisper, because Muria's previous actions greatly increased his popularity in the city, so soon he was recognized.

Muria didn't care about those whispering talkers, his body rose off the ground and flew towards the bar. Behind him, Outlet released a ray of dragon power, looked around the alcoholic, saw the tavern once again became silent, and suddenly showed a malicious smile.

"Call out what you have to do here!" Staring at the bartender who was wiping the glass from head to toe, Muria's voice came out indifferently.

"Sorry, my lord, I don't understand what you're talking about." The young bartender still looked cool and wiped his glass. "If you're here to drink, just leave."

"Oh!" Muria waved his hand backwards, too lazy to say more, and it would be easier to ask a sword on someone else's neck than to ask a good word.

"I don't know anything about life and death! But the golden-level human ants also dare to neglect our Highness." Red Dragon Outlet sneered, stepped forward, probed, and the bartender with a pretense to change the attitude of high cold could not resist Grab his hair and smash it on the bar.

Broken wood chips and crystal chips splashed around, and a huge gap appeared on the solid wood bar, which was knocked out by the outlet with the bartender's face.

"Ah!" The bartender who hides Xiuwei and the strength barks and yells. The gold-level combat in his body burst out, and a dark armor was formed on him, and then he was angry and wanted to fight back.

But the cruel reality gave him a slap, and his vindictive armor was torn by the outlet's easy bare hands. The young bartender roared, but was grabbed by the red dragon with a smile and slammed into the ground.

"What do you shout so loud? The ants are ants, but they don't growl when they growl." Outlets stepped on the bartender's head and said disdainfully.

"Stop!" Waiting for more than a minute after the Red Dragon Outlet barked the bartender, almost crippling him, a shout of rage stopped the noise, only to be late and reverberate in the bar.

Unfortunately, few people in the tavern have heard this powerful shout, because after the bartender showed a gold-level atmosphere, they went out like rabbits one by one.

There is no meaning to stop watching the war at a close distance. The battle of the strong can only be viewed from a distance. Close-up, it will be dead. Those horrible combat actions are enough to destroy all the weak.

"Finally out!" Muria watched slowly appearing in the air, still standing with him, turned her head impatiently, and looked at the demon of deep prison: "Myers, leave it to you, Ask everything I want to know. Live or die. "

After speaking, Muria also walked out of the bar regardless of the reaction of the shadowy old man. Go outside and wait for the outcome of the trial between your two dragon followers and the devil slave.

A first-order human old man, three non-human soul-level peaks can't be solved, and Muria feels that they can finish their own lives and save themselves from shame on their race.

"Ah!" When Muria stepped out of the pub, screamed screamingly out of it. Muria looked up and wondered when an enchantment had shrouded the pub, letting everything pass in there. Not to the outside world.

"Good!" Muria nodded towards Fiona, who had established an enchantment silently.

Worthy of being an old dragon, experience is rich.

... It didn't take long before Miles stepped out of the tavern with a look of contentment in his hand, holding a scroll full of names.

"Master! You want to ask everything."

You know, even in hell, the soul-level soul is not something you can get. This stuff is a cherished resource and you ca n’t find it. Now, less than a day after being summoned by Muria, he will Get a soul-level human soul. Although weak, but anyway, it is also soul.

"This is it?" Muria took the sheepskin roll in Myers's hands and looked carefully.

"This is a list of the demon knight who wants to assassinate you." Myers bowed, "All of them have sent assassination missions to the demon knight to this gray wing organization, and they have all paid the deposit. "

"Do you want to kill Leon so much?" Muria's face showed a slight smile. "Very well, I really saw it."

"The forces that want to kill the demon knight are divided into three groups. The first group is the nobles associated with the dark race. The second group is the nobles with dark blood. The last group is lurking in this. Dark race in the city "

"His Highness, these lowly creatures have offended your danger, and I suggest killing them all." The Red Dragon Outlet's ferocious proposal said that the Red Dragon is most fond of killing.

"Hmm!" Muria nodded softly. "Fiona, send these dark lurking locations in the city and this list to the Church of the Good God, and let them solve it.

As for these nobles, we are responsible for solving them! The church is inconvenient. "

"..." Myers, the Deep Prisoner's lips moved, trying to say something, but eventually he gave up again. He felt that it was a bit arrogant to kill so many nobles at once ... but just thinking that they offended Muria and got this end, it seemed like he deserved it.

... in a manor house in Patrick Fortress,

"I heard that the assassination of Grey Feather failed ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ a young aristocrat with pride and skin, looking at his steward with a pale pale skin.

"It is said that all the golden dragon shots in the city mouth were captured alive, and it should be in the interrogation now." The overall dress was meticulous, as if the elderly housekeeper who had obsessive-compulsive disorder answered.

"Caught? A bunch of waste," the noble youth scolded, "won't you give us?"

"No, Grey Feather's Assassin is still trustworthy."

"What if interrogation comes out and finds us along the way?"

"So what can we do? My lord, you start the kingdom aristocracy, the church has no right to judge you."

"So too." The young aristocrat smiled proudly when he heard this, but at that moment, "Wow!" The outside sunlight fell on him.

The smile of the young aristocrat froze on his face, looking up at his head, the ceiling of his villa was overturned, a young boy with dark hair and golden eyes looked down at him indifferently, and reached out to him ...