Ranley ordered two glasses of ale, a plate of barbecue beef, and sat opposite Sauron. The black warrior Harry and the bullheaded man Miro ordered the same dish and sat at another table.

The business in the tavern is still good. Although Shemjin Town is poor, it is located at the junction of Rogani, Molson, and Orc Kingdoms. All the merchants and mercenaries who often come and go have to live temporarily in hotels and pubs in the town. Taverns and hotels are one of the few money-making industries in Shemjin Town.

"I wish the Marquis good health!" The owner of the tavern bowed deeply, half sincerely and half flatteringly.

"Cheer to the health of the Marquis!" There were many local residents in the tavern. They found Lanlie's arrival and raised the wine glasses in their hands.

Lanlie picked up the wine glass to greet the people around him. The people's cry greatly satisfied his vanity. Soren, who saw this scene, smiled and whispered to Lanlie: "Congratulations, Lanlie, you have reached the minimum standard of reputation as a lord."

"Is that true?" Lan Ling was very calm, but the pride in her eyes could not be hidden. She took a sip of the strong wine and looked around with a warm body, but unexpectedly found several strange gazes.

Near the stove, several men and women in black robes sat together, drinking wine while looking at him. When they saw him looking over, they raised their glasses to greet each other.

Lanlie frowned. Although the older ones were kind and handsome, the less handsome men and women were pretty, the cold and gloomy aura could not be concealed. He couldn't help but think of the black warrior Harry and Harry's former accomplice, the black-robed undead mage who had been cut off by Harry and fed the corpse-eating vulture.

Seeing Lanley's strangeness, Sauron's eyes swept across the people, and then whispered: "Three dark magicians and two black warriors!"

"Oh!? How did you know!?" Lanley glanced at Soren in surprise.

"I can feel the surging of dark elements on them!" Sauron replied faintly: "And have you noticed the magic dragon logo on their chests?? They are people from the Dark Temple!"

"Dark Temple!" Lanley was slightly shocked. He had heard of this name. This was an underground force that had been incompatible with the Holy See of Light for thousands of years. His servant Harry was also a black warrior, but he was a lonely ghost. Although he wanted to get close to this powerful underground organization, he never found a chance. The necromancer whose head was cut off was like Harry, was a lone thief who used money to eliminate disasters for others.

What did they come to the Shamjin Town to do!? Did they pass by or have another intention?? Could it be for Cialia??Landrei was alert in his heart. Although he had no affection for the old guy of the Pope, he was very nervous about Cialia who helped him wholeheartedly. He could not stand by and watch these people in the Dark Temple dealt with Cialia. Here, he is the veritable master. Whoever wants to do it must first ask the thunder wrath in his hand!

"Harry, go and ask the guests over there if there is any place to help us!" Lanley thought for a while, turned to instruct his faithful servant.
Chapter completed!