"Wokka, we have known each other for a long time, right?" The black warrior Harry was indifferent to the other party's sarcastic tone and asked with a stern face: "You don't know who I am!?"

"What do you mean!" Black-robed wizard Woka asked in discomfort.

"I'm waiting for a chance!" The black warrior Harry said with gritted teeth on his face.

"I understand!" The black-robed mage Bai's miserable dead face showed a gentle smile: "So, I came back at the risk of helping you!" As he said that, he took out a piece of black rune paper from his arms and handed it over and said: "This is a puppet scroll. With this, you don't have to worry about the backlash of the soul contract!"

"Woka, thank you so much!" The black warrior Harry was overjoyed and reached out to take the puppet scroll. He knew that this scroll was extremely precious, with a market price of no less than 20,000 gold coins. He knew that Woka was a human being and was really surprised that the other party would be so generous.

"Without the backlash of contract, the threat to you by Ranlie will no longer exist. So, old friend, should we plan how to clean up the people of Ranlie cleanly??" said the black-robed mage in a gloomy tone.

"Wokka, you should know that we are not the main ones...well, Lanle's opponent!" The black warrior Harry said with a flickering look on his face.]

"Of course you can't force it!" The black-robed mage smiled gloomyly, and then sent a small paper bag and said, "Put this in food or wine, hehe, you are now a loyal servant of Lanlie, and you must have many opportunities to enter the kitchen!"

After being stunned, the black warrior Harry couldn't help but be happy, and reached out to take the paper bag and said, "What is this, Woka, can you be sure it can work!"

"Ten times the amount of special anesthetics, hehe, colorless and tasteless. Even a giant dragon will be so soft that it can't lift a finger!" The black-robed mage smiled confidently: "This is the latest invention of a great alchemist, and has been verified by practice, so, Harry, use it with confidence!"

"What should I do after I put down Lord..., Oh, Lanlie and the others!?" asked the black warrior Harry blinked.

"Kill all men, hehe, as for women, Molson gave a lot of money. You know, Princess Yafir and Miss Eliza are both beautiful women in a thousand!" The black-robed wizard smiled lewdly.

"You mean, will Princess Yaphir and Miss Eliza be used as a bargaining weight for exchange with the Royal Family of Rogani?" asked the black warrior Harry, pretending not to understand the other person's words.

"Harry, you've become dull!" The black-robed mage shook his head and said, "It's Molson that some noble masters want to use Princess Yafir and Miss Eliza as their private collections, and enjoy the fun of training the princess and noble girls into female slaves. Do you understand this time??"

"So that's it!" The black warrior Harry nodded, as if he was thinking about something, and said coldly: "Woka, there is one thing I don't know. Who are you playing for? When you asked me to treat the Lord, oh, when Lanley, you said that you took the benefits of Baron Donald. Now that Donald is dead, you have a relationship with Molson's nobles! I can tell you Woka, don't treat me as a fool, you can ask me to help you, and you must make it clear in advance!"

The black-robed wizard Woka hesitated for a moment, then came to the black warrior and whispered. The latter couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Really!? That Princess Yafir is his real sister!"

"What do you know? For the royal family, family affection is worse than shit!" The black-robed mage was very disdainful of the other party's fuss.

The black warrior Harry didn't say anything for a while, as if he was still digesting the other person's words. He then started to ask, "What about the reward!"

"100,000 gold coins!" The black-robed mage stretched out a fist.

"We have a total of 100,000!" The black warrior Harry asked with a heart-pounding look.

"No, it's you and I each have 100,000!" The black-robed mage smiled proudly.

"Do it! When will you do it?" The black warrior Harry's eyes showed a greedy green light, which was the most familiar expression of the black-robed mage.

"Don't worry, we have to discuss it!" The black-robed mage had long been familiar with the other party's personality of being jealous of money. He smiled sinisterly, turned his head and whispered to the other party in a quiet voice.

After the black warrior Harry sneaked back to the lord's mansion, he rushed to the training ground quietly.

In the training ground, the battle between Lanle and Leng Yue continued. Princess Yafir and Eliza, the new mage apprentice Sauron, the powerful bullhead Miro, Travino, the big Hanspada, the dwarf Talmeichi, and the halfling Tommy and others were watching.

When the black warrior Harry came, no one cared about it and was completely attracted by the fight on the field.

Lanlie and Leng Yue's fight was as fast as lightning, but after each confrontation, the two of them must take a few steps back, as if they were taking a short break, and then pounced on one spot again.

This situation is a bit funny, but the bystanders have no intention of laughing. Most people understand the reason for this situation.

Every time the fist and palms intersect, Lan Lie's eyes twitched by the electric current, and Leng Yue, the other side, was also weakened by the mysterious weakening power. One was the controller of lightning, and the other was the inheritor of the demon who was carrying the power of the curse of the six-pointed star, and the tricks used were derived from the same fighting skills.

Lanlie felt very frustrated in the fight. The slightest numbness on his arm made him unable to use a combined punch that was refreshing, and Leng Yue was the same. He had too many kills because of his weakness and could not use them. He could only watch the opportunity slip away from his hands.

But even so, every fight between the two sides is wonderful and incredible, with weird punch angles, unpredictable attack methods, and terrifying attack speed. The Halfling Assassin was dazzling.

Although Princess Yafir is an amateur, she can also see the wonderfulness of the two sides' fight. As for Eliza, who is a little versatile in martial arts, she is even more fascinated by it.

It took less than two months, and only through the virtual teaching of Ying Liao, this fighting skills can be mastered. Leng Yue has to admit that this fellow villager named Lan Lie is really a genius.

It is not a desperate copy, but it is completely adapted to local conditions and used flexibly when using moves. It seems that he has a nearly instinctive understanding of martial arts. Every attack contains the murderous aura of defeating the enemy. In Leng Yue's eyes, Lan Lie is completely a warrior who has been tempered for thousands of times, which is extremely inconsistent with his young appearance!

If Leng Yue does not use the lightning power, he will not be sure to take down Lanlie.

The black warrior Harry, who rushed back later, looked at it secretly and was shocked. He saw that Lanlie had too many similarities in fighting skills between Leng Yue. In other words, Lanlie must have a deep connection with this beautiful Oriental woman. Although Lanlie's explanation of last night was not believed, it was certain that he had known Oriental woman for a long time. Lanlie's martial arts were already very terrifying, and now another strong man who was no less than Lanlie appeared in this remote and barren town.

The black warrior glanced at the black-robed mage apprentice Soren who was standing not far from his right. For no reason, he had a feeling of fear for this young man who had always hidden his face in his hood, which seemed to be stronger than the feeling that "old friend" Woka gave him. Isn't it just a mage apprentice? Why did he smell such a strong sense of danger?

Since following Lanley, the black warrior Harry has discovered that the people who appeared around Lanley were stronger than each other, mysterious than each, and bigger than each!

Sauron looked at Lanlie in the field quietly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. From that day, Lanlie defeated the Dragon Knight Kent with the power of the demon, he understood that this friend who was regarded as his only youth would embark on a difficult road of inheritance from then on. Although he stayed in the town of Sheung Jin, it was his intention, but it was also his expectation. As an apprentice who was about to start his master, he had to plan his future path. He did not believe in anyone, and the only Eastern man who stayed in his teenage memory was an exception. He wanted to help him, and in the same way, he believed that this was also helping himself.

Bang! Lanlie and Leng Yue fisted each other again, which was beyond the expectations of the onlookers. After the fight this time, the two did not choose to retreat, and they forced themselves to resist the discomfort and punched again.

A trace of cunning flashed in Lanlie's eyes, and his right hand wrapped around the opponent's wrist with tricks. At the same time, he moved like lightning and twisted the opponent's arm with force. He could not fight for a long time, so he cast a gripping hand that he was not skilled.

Leng Yue was caught with one hand, but she was not surprised to lie. She turned her figure and turned behind Lan Lie while removing the other party's twisting arms. Then she straightened up and rushed to Lan Lie's back. A jade hand wrapped around Lan Lie's neck without hesitation.

"I'm not admitting my defeat yet!" Leng Yue's crisp voice seemed particularly pleasant.

"Give up!" Lanlie said two words obediently. He couldn't admit it. If it was a battle on the battlefield, Leng Yue would be enough to break his neck. Just as he broke Marshal Molson's neck that day.

Leng Yue jumped off Lanlie's back skillfully, showing a winning smile on her face. If Lanlie hadn't imagined using such a half-baked grasping hand to deal with her, she wouldn't have found a way to win in a short time.

It's really a matter of asking for trouble! Lan Lie looked depressed. He knew that he had made a mistake. Most of the fighting skills he learned by Ying Liao can be verified by actual combat, but it is not enough to just grab. Ying Liao's virtual imaging teaching can make Lan Lie feel decent in grappling techniques, but in reality, he can't find an opponent to practice, which makes his grappling skills half-baked. It's okay to deal with outsiders, but dealing with experts like Leng Yue is purely asking for trouble.

Anyway, if you lose, you lose, and Lanlie didn't make any excuses. Leng Yue didn't say anything consolation. After the gesture, they went back to their own houses. The onlookers also dispersed one after another.

Lan Lie took a cold shower in the yard, wiped it clean and returned to his own. Strictly speaking, it was Yafei's room.
Chapter completed!