This made Thales and Quick Rope breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, this is where Tampa is.

"It seems they are indeed from Tampa," Quick Rope squeaked dissatisfied: "That stingy guy is really getting more and more suspicious."

The female swordsman in red knocked on the door of the tavern four times, rhythmically.

"Listen, I'll negotiate later..." Kuaisheng whispered.

But looking at the familiar sign above his head, Prince Xingchen suddenly thought of something.

If these people are bodyguards hired by Tampa, looking after his house...

That house in Tampa…

Why is it locked from the outside?

And tonight, isn’t “my” pub being...

The door to the tavern opened.

Before they had time to think about it, Thales and Quick Rope were pushed into the tavern by the swordsmen behind them.

The moment Kuaisheng and Thales walked into the tavern, dozens of pairs of eyes shot towards them.

The two people carrying the sacks were stunned.

There were many people in the tavern, all of them armed and ready.

A suffocating murderous aura rushed towards his face.

"They..." Kuaisheng murmured.

Thales recognized it without him needing to remind him.

It's "Blood Whistle".

That mercenary team known as the Hundred.

That's right, they booked the tavern tonight.

But there was no such scene as the imagined scene of drunkenness and partying all night long.

On the contrary, the tavern was eerily quiet.

Even the whispers of these mercenaries were low-key and quiet, appearing to be well-trained.

Thales felt uneasy in his heart.

How is this going?

What happened to the tavern?

What about Tampa?

"Go inside," the female swordsman in red turned her head and said, "Tampa is inside, discussing business with our boss."

The blood-whistling mercenaries were sitting or standing. Some were leaning against the wall, some were leaning on pillars, some were holding tables, and some were even sitting on the steps, lying on the railings on the second floor, and even cats were in the corners.

Some people have relaxed postures, but their eyes are intense.

Just like soldiers guarding a bunker, Thales shook his head inwardly. Judging from the atmosphere, they were like soldier ants guarding an ant nest.

Seeing the two princes coming in, the expressions of these people changed.

His eyes were fierce and malicious.

Thales panicked and glanced at Quick Rope, who was equally surprised.

well……

Something doesn’t seem right?

Kuaisheng gave him a worried look in return.

rest assured.

Everything is under control.

Facing dozens of pairs of cold and terrifying looks, Thales braced himself, carried the sack, ignored the malicious smile of the fierce man on his left, and followed the female swordsman forward.

A mercenary holding a sword and carrying a shield stopped in front of them, raising his hands to stop them in their tracks.

He squinted slightly and looked at Thales and Quick Rope.

"Marina," the mercenary said coldly:

"They have weapons."

The swordsman in red named Marina looked back at Thales, looking at the daggers, scimitars and arm crossbows on their bodies, and then laughed out loud: "What, Sonny, do you think Boss and the others are afraid of this?"

Following Marina's laughter, many mercenaries who looked at Thales also laughed.

But compared to Dante's sword, compared to the friendly and casual atmosphere, Thales could only feel waves of murderous intent and coldness in the "blood whistle" crowd.

these people……

Thales looked around with an ugly expression, feeling like he had fallen into another pit.

It's still full of mud and water.

Sonny, the mercenary blocking the road, smiled and seemed to be amused by the joke. He patted Marina on the shoulder and moved out of the way.

Feeling anxious, Thales and Quick Rope walked into the center of the tavern carrying sacks.

Here, the mercenaries kept their distance and were scattered relatively sparsely.

There was only an empty table in the middle, with four people sitting there.

Thales recognized the man with the scar on his neck at first sight.

"Tampa!"

Kuaisheng's expression relaxed, and the sack rolled down from his shoulders. He endured the strange atmosphere around him: "Hey, I said why can't I find you..."

But Thales noticed that Tampa's expression was extremely ugly at the moment and his sitting posture was stiff.

"Quick rope? And you?" The tavern owner frowned and looked at the two people who entered in disbelief.

"Of course it's us! I said, you are really..." Kuaiseng's face stiffened, and his voice slowly became smaller: "Did I interrupt anything?"

Tampa didn't answer him, but his face turned even darker.

The other three people at the empty table turned their heads.

Thales's heart moved and he recognized the person in front of him.

Ricky with a smile on his face, a middle-aged man from the North with an indifferent expression, and a vicissitudes of life swordsman with his face covered.

It's them.

"Blood Whistle" was the first three people to come to the tavern to book a table.

"The only two people we met just now," Marina put her swords back into the scabbards on her waist and curled her lips at Ricky: "They were obviously picking locks, but they said they wanted to do business with him."

Ricky nodded and looked back and forth between Thales and Quick Rope.

What he looked at gave Thales a horrifying feeling of being seen through from the inside out.

"Thank you, Marina," he said politely, "It's been a big help."

Marina nodded knowingly and stepped aside.

"I recognize you," Ricky looked at the two of them and smiled softly: "Dante's big sword."

"And he's a newbie."

Thales and Kuaisheng forced out two sad smiles.

"Listen, Tampa," Quick Rope spoke first, looking like a heartless fool:

"We've finished the business you asked me to do. Come and hand over the business tonight..."

He kicked the sack under his feet.

At the empty table, Tampa looked strange.

Ricky turns to Tampa.

The tavern owner's face twitched and he coughed: "Okay, I understand. Listen, quick rope, you go back first, I will find time to discuss business with you tomorrow."

"Ah, I can see it," Kuaisheng rolled his eyes: "You are a bit busy right now...it's okay, we can do it again tomorrow..."

Marina on the side burst into laughter.

Ricky was thoughtful.

Thales gently tapped the rope, and the two of them bent down in unison, preparing to pick up the sack.

But Thales had only bent halfway when a boot stopped on the sack and blocked his chest.

"Listen to your mother and stand still, you thieves." Marina sat on a chair on the side, raised her slender thighs, and smiled and hooked Thales's chest.

Thales and Quick Rope glanced at the two swords on Marina's waist, and glanced at the mercenaries in front and behind, and could only straighten up in embarrassment.
To be continued...