Tochite City, North City Commercial District, Kington Trading Company.

"It's not our mother. Why do we listen to those little things? He said he gave us the benefits. Who knows what it would be? The Kington family gave us a total of 10,000 gold coins, and the price was 1,500 gold per day. Where can we find such a good job?"

Sitting on the sofa in the hall, the leader of the adventure group crossed his legs, holding real tobacco in his left hand and holding a glass of red wine in his right hand. The young people who were enjoying a better life and all the peers present laughed. As members of the adventure group, they are not interested in the person from the Grassland Elf Chamber of Commerce. As conservatives, they are more willing to believe themselves.

It was beautiful until the adventurer's poet diplomat walked into the hall with a big bald head.

"Old Zhang, who is this?" Seeing that it was someone brought by his own diplomat, the regiment commander quickly put down the cigarette and wine in his hand, and stood up and asked.

"This is a diplomat from the local 'firm belief' battle group. He said there are very important things to tell you directly." The middle-aged poet also looked confused.

The leader quickly stretched out his hand: "Hello." As the largest local battle group, he naturally knew what the "firm faith" battle group was. Please, this is one of the three large battle groups that can be fought in Tohit and Anmato. Since the first opening era, this pure priesthood team has been active on the front line of fighting with the undead. It can be said that it is the most transcendent battle group in the region. It does not participate in the war between the battle group, but as long as people are afraid of being besieged by evil or seriously injured, they will help, so the reputation of "staying faith" is very high.

"Hello, Captain Gaode, this time I came here, I was asked by the local head of the Grassland Elf Caravan. The lady hopes that you will not help anyone in the Kington family. The door of friendship has not been closed." The bald head should be a paladin, but today he is not wearing armor, but a leather robe. His words made the captain frown: "Your Excellency, I really don't know that the person from the Grassland Elf Chamber of Commerce can actually walk your way."

"This group has always maintained a good friendship with the Grassland Elf Chamber of Commerce. This time, the lady is really obsessed with making everyone give up their support for the Kington family. For this reason..." The bald man paused for a moment, looking at everyone's confusion and silence, he seemed to have a sudden realization and said: "By the way, I'll ask a little presumptuously, do you think the friendship between the Grassland Elf is a bit too illusory?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." Although he was a little dissatisfied with the bald head as a lobbyist, the young leader tried hard not to cause these square and pointed ears to penetrate the Earth player battle group!

"Since that's the case, I can't say anything. Please let me say goodbye." The bald man came and left strangely. The adventure group looked at each other speechlessly, only the dwarf thieves frowned: "I have heard that the 'Standard for Faith' battle group is famous for being neutral. Is it really good that we don't sell this face?"

"Please, we will earn 11,500 gold in a day, and there will be 1,500 gold in a day. Lao Xiao, tell me where we can find such an opportunity to make money." The human mage retorted.

"But……"

"Okay, don't, since you have chosen this path, whether it is the Sunshine Path or the Single-Plane Bridge, you only need one path to the black." The Highlander said, and he walked towards the Arcane Refrigerator on the other side of the hall: "Speaking of this thing, the best proof of technology changing life, what do you want."

Ice soda, ice cream and ice beer were all there. Just as the uncle lowered his body to open the freezing door below, he suddenly noticed that the door leading to the front hall of the hall was pushed open, the panic aboriginal people and the strange human figures behind him were under the cap, but with a pair of pure white black vertical pupils.

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"They didn't agree. Sorry, it seems that not everyone regards your friendship as a treasure." As soon as the bald man left, he explained to the person in charge through the virtual screen.

"Since that's the case, the final negotiation has failed, and this matter seems to be a good end. Next, please tell other battle groups and adventure groups that in this matter, the Grassland Elf Chamber of Commerce will give up its usual policy of making money by making peace. If you can't be friends, you can only be enemies."

"Well, there's no problem, sir." The bald nodded.

He didn't notice, and at this time a humanoid made of smoke walked past him.

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He pushed open the door of the business and pulled the small crossbow that had been prepared. The crossbow arrow penetrated the forehead of the indigenous bodyguard who was watching the wind in the front hall. He did not load the bullet, but directly abandoned it. The silence spell in his left hand invisibly strangled the neck of another mage bodyguard. He wanted to run towards the door that was walking inward with a look of horror, but the next second the sleeve arrow penetrated his back heart, and the body that had lost his life hit the carpet. The precious cashmere carpet, which was originally used to show his wealth, became an accomplice of the invaders at this moment.

The cat pulled up its cap and strode towards the gate. Someone helped him open the gate. A scared waiter stumbled and pushed open the gate. The one who caught his eye was a player wearing a priest's robe. The cat took a big step. The next second, using the shaman's element to flash super powers, came behind him with a shaman's element. The cat pulled out a long sword. First, the hilt hilt tilted backwards, and then the cat swept over the priest's calf with his right foot. The attack of this opportunity made him soar into the air. Without the next second, the raised long sword cut off his head from top to bottom.

Turning around, the long sword waved away the flying sleeve arrow, the cat ran two steps quickly, jumped up and let the flying coffee table pass, and then the long sword that came out of his hand nailed the mage who wanted to cast the spell to the wall.

Going down to the ground, the left arm guard with the spike blade popped out to accurately hold the long sword that was coming from the face. The cat swung hard and led the long sword along with his master, and then stabbed the short sword in his right hand along his waist.

He took a step back and let the thief rush and grasp it. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand to grab the dwarf's belt and brought him to the ground. He handed the stabbing blade in his left hand back, held the sword that was slashing towards him, then turned around, pulled out the tactical knife from his waist with his right hand, stabbed it into the neck of the sneak attacker, and turned and pulled it. The poet fell to the ground with his wound gushing blood.

Long tail rolled up the flying axe, Marceau turned around, and the drawn air nail gun accurately sent the small path nail into the bear's head of the druid who turned into a bear. With a fatal penetration, he took his life away. The thick skin and thick flesh could not block the +4 path nails with their own penetration special effects.

At this time, the female priest had loaded the double-barrel shotgun with bullets, but the flying axe embedded in her forehead stopped her from raising the gun. When she fell to the sky on the carpet, the dwarf had already climbed up, and he picked up the chair beside him and rushed towards the cat.

In response, the cat cub caught the chair with its left hand and pressed the dwarf's forehead with its right hand. The spike blade popped through his forehead without any difficulty. Pushing the corpse away, the shaman threw a lightning bolt, but for Marceau, a lightning bolt could not penetrate the red dragon robe at all. The cat cub installed a new nail on the nail gun in his hand, raised it, and nailed the half-ling shaman who pulled out the hammer and fought desperately to the wall.

He put away his nail gun and walked to the mage. The latter, who had been penetrated by his heart, had already died. Marceau drew out his long sword and turned his head to look at the warrior who was struggling to get up. The short sword at his waist was still there, and it seemed that he had either opened some bloodline and cut off the sense of pain, or he was a real tough guy.

"Go to die!" The warrior held the long sword and charged towards the cat cub, but his attack was easily resisted by the cat cub. With a turn, the cat cub reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, and then knocked the warrior down with a backrest. At the same time, the sword was dragged out of the wound. Put away the long sword, the cat cub holding the dagger walked to the warrior, raised the dagger, stabbed the dagger through the back of the warrior, and then pressed it down with force.
Chapter completed!