Belan said it takes time to study riding a gun.

Maybe a few days, or more...

Adam knew in her heart that she was waiting for her to make a decision. If she didn't show her face at Leslie, she would probably never get these weapons in her life.

He took out a piece of paper from the waste paper and wrote the hotel where he was staying, but did not hand it over to Belan, but put it in the concave bag of the sword belt.

Adam said goodbye to the female repairman and turned away from the room.

There are frequent exchanges in the maintenance shed, and parts and raw materials are quickly transferred.

Many rooms were full of fire, and workers and apprentices used scraps to exchange wine, and the unkempt blacksmiths and frown designers cursed...

Adam opened the door curtain with a skeleton tattoo.

There were three strong men, sitting or leaning against themselves, obviously staying for a while.

Three brothers of vendors.

They are now working hard to watch others unload the goods.

Adam did not make a reminder, raised his chin, raised his gaze, crossed his shoulder, and also caught a glimpse of the situation in the distance.

Belan's maintenance room received the Nether Crystal, so the laborers under her name were working hard. The group was thin, covered with age spots, and gray hair and harsh-Moss.

That was one of the lonely clans of Kundia.

Even history does not record what ancient race combined with humans, thus leaving behind this bloodline.

Their bodies are very weak, but they are born to use secret techniques.

At this time, several Moss men in fish-skinned gowns were tremblingly raising their arms, their pupils were dissipated and gathering, and they murmured.

Ming Jie Jing is two steps away from those palms, but it is wrapped in a tiny blue light and floats smoothly off the ground.

They were holding a pot of thick soup from the air, and they kept their hands moving, and chanting in slight rhymes, all walking to the back of the maintenance shed, where there was a consumables library.

"Mr. Duheng, are you out?"

The vendor stood up and spoke.

He was already absent-minded, so he first discovered Adam behind him.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me. We haven't introduced ourselves yet. I am Ang. These two are my brothers. We have been on the battlefield together."

【Down-out Knight Ang】

【Special skills: military governance, stick technique】

Adam nodded, raised his hand and took a step forward, signaling them to say as he walked.

【Obesy Infantry Paul】

【Special skills: gambling, broad sword】

When Paul didn't use a knife, his smile was a bit kind, and he sighed and said some pessimistic thoughts. He was also a person who could chat. Because of his hobby of playing cards, he was the poorest of the three brothers.

【Zaniu, Hunter】

He was a silent strong man, his kneaded muscles were heart-pounding, and his clothes could not cover him, all of which had tattoos of symbolic meaning.

"Which priest is your nation who believes in?"

Adam took the lead in asking questions.

He had a little understanding of this kind of seaside aboriginal people. Judging from the remaining part in his mind, this opening remark is an act of respecting the other party's beliefs.

Zaniu was quite surprised, with loneliness flashing in his eyes and lifting up his sleeves.

"This is a tomb record."

The patterns on it are very regular, and use different pricking techniques of different depths to leave patterns like stories: prey from childhood, the harvest of survival in the dense forest, the gift of natural gods, and the blood foam of villains and enemies...

Going out to find a future means giving up the mission of protecting the tribe.

They forget their faith, record their lives in this way, and then die on strange land while wandering.

The bay is mixed with humans, and ancient tribal descendants similar to Zaniu, or mixed-race descendants of the Mos, all live in the sea breeze with busyness and difficulty.

Elf, orc, dwarf.

Vendors, nobles, warlords.

Bloodline and identity will eventually bow their heads in the joke of fate. Any turmoil and material robbery can force one group to death and feed another group of people.

The chaotic and bloody card game gradually broke the surprise brought by the opposite sex.

Adam suddenly stopped and turned his head to stare at Ang's eyes. He could see the other person's hand was pressing on his waist, and there was a brand new [Tooth Knife] there.

"Four people, behind the fishmongers, there is an alleyway. The intersection in front is blocked and cannot move forward."

As the boss, Ange is the best at ease and has the most accurate intuition to detect dangers.

Adam shook his head.

“It’s twenty.”

He turned his head and glanced around, clapped slowly, and deliberately met those people's eyes, with a clear idea - I discovered you and hid you very well.

This move was so shocked that passers-by avoided it.

"Who are they and how do we do it?"

Paul was a little nervous. This kind of formation would never be as simple as a fight.

They have been cheating for a while. Although they are not very good at making a fortune, they cannot guarantee whether they offended any big shot. If they are of the ship's deputy level, it will not be a good ending.

"Relax, man."

Adam spread his arms, held the two guys down, and then pushed the knife back into the sheath with a little force.

The click sounded and the opponent buried the weapon low.

The sailor wearing a black vest had a gloomy face. His wrist was retracted with regret. He reluctantly threw the copper bell and sent a passing guy to the slaughter shed to report.

"If you have good luck, you can see Leslie himself and warn you in advance not to act rashly and keep your panic and respectful."

Adam turned around and said.

When Ange and the others heard this, their throats surged.

Adam discovered this detail, and he twitched a few more times, showing a puzzled smile.

"You may have a future, and you are sure to be so nervous to meet someone you are about to offer your loyalty? The bay is so big, does the captain have such deterrence?"

"Stop saring me, okay, who are you? You can see through me, and I can smell your strangeness."

Ange was a little upset when he was ridiculed. The gradually formed encirclement next to him gave him inexplicable pressure, so his tone was fierce, but his voice was low and he fought back.

"I've asked about you, please, the average customer of Chijin Casino is talking about you."

He saw Duheng showing a surprise expression, and he licked another layer of depression in his heart.

The sailor in the distance stared at this place with a fierce look, so the volume of the conversation between the few people was lowered.

"I have commanded the troops. Your behavior, your eyes when you look at people's lives, and even your way of breathing and walking... I am definitely not the captain of the guards who came out of the battlefield!"

Ange glanced down, and raised his eyebrows confidently as if he had recovered the scene.

"You haven't been riding for too long."

Adam never spoke, and his expression was very good, but his eyes felt very textured, as if this insight and calm were the hidden part.

Now, it was Ange's turn to be scared.

"Well, sir, I can shake it out, but I definitely don't have that kind of thought at the moment."

This period has been so bad that the wine last night was not mixed with water.

Ange was a little annoyed, and this emotion became stronger and stronger as the other party silenced, and the frequency of swallowing increased, but he did not dare to look at the other party's eyes.

He was afraid of seeing blood.
Chapter completed!