Elven Reaper

"Yeah" Little Richard nodded, turned around and ran back to the guest room diagonally across the corner.

As a magician, Akto's mental power can actually easily detect the presence of someone outside the door.

But it was too tiring to concentrate on observing the surroundings all the time.

Secondly, he did fall asleep, and Richard's hands and feet were very light, so he didn't hear anyone outside.

Although the weather is clear, the outside world seems not as pure as the Elf Forest, and even the stars at night are very rare.

The moonlight stretched Akto's figure very long.

"He's coming."

"He actually took the initiative to find him."

"He's a second-level magician, I'm sure."

"We must not let him go out. God knows how many shiny gold coins he still has hidden in his body."

"It's so exciting. Killing a magician. This is the first time in my life that I have done such a thing."

"I like this kind of pretty boy best. I want to lean on his ass hard."

"Shut up, don't let him hear it" was the voice of red-haired Miranda.

Akto's ears twitched slightly, and these words were clearly heard in his ears.

People in the bar may not know that Akto is not only a magician, but also a renowned elf archer, with hearing and vision far beyond those of ordinary people.

He smiled and shook his head. It seemed that the outside world was very unfriendly to him.

He reached out and pushed open the greasy bar door.

There was a lot of noise inside, and the originally dim lights looked very bright against the dark night.

I have to say that the soundproofing of the bar is quite good. The inside and outside are like two different worlds.

Suddenly, Akto felt that this place was very similar to his previous life. In the small town, he often went to the little black Internet cafe where he played all night.

The red-haired Miranda leaned on the bar and looked at him with a smile.

She was wearing a very short suspender dress that looked like a nightgown at home, and even her pink triangle lace panties were barely visible.

A lean middle-aged man sat on a high stool at the bar.

The bar owner Hank smiled: "Welcome, distinguished guest."

Akto nodded to him.

Miranda stepped forward and hugged his arm. It seemed that it was her habitual action to hug a man's arm casually.

She looked up at the little boy who was a head taller than herself: "My dear little handsome magician."

"I know that young people can't stand the loneliness of the long night. I'm waiting for you here."

The smell of low-quality lipstick came to Akto's nose. He still pulled out his arm and gave her a harmless smile: "Yeah, I can't sleep, so come out and walk around."

Immediately, Akto glanced at the drinkers in the bar.

There was a table of noisy drinkers on the left. There were three or four people, none of whom were neatly dressed. Some had their round beer bellies exposed, and some were shirtless.

Most of the content of their noise was about where the girls were beautiful, where there were more prey, and who picked up a magic material in the forest and made a small fortune.

At the table on the right were three men dressed as businessmen, sipping brandy from very small cups.

They looked much more elegant than the drinkers on the left, wearing jackets and clean-looking sneakers.

There were also a few drinkers scattered around the table, both men and women.

The bar smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap cosmetics on women.

Akto silently counted in his mind that apart from himself, there were six people in the whole bar who were practicing.

There are two third-level fighters and four second-level fighters. Two of the third-level fighters are the charming Miranda and the bar owner Hank.

The bar owner, Hank, was thin and slim, and his originally slim-fitting shirt and vest looked a little loose on him.

With a smile on his face: "Dear sir, what would you like me to order?"

The red-haired Miranda twisted a goblet between her fingers, blinked, and looked at him.

Akto looked at the wine glass in Miranda's hand. It was covered with old stains and hadn't been cleaned for who knows how many years. He sneered "haha" in his heart.

But Akto smiled politely and said, "No, I can sit here wherever I want. If you have a newspaper, it doesn't matter whether it's old or new."

Hank raised his eyebrows, turned around, took out a stack of newspapers, and handed it to him: "Of course, you can do whatever you want."

Akto found a seat against the wall, casually pulled off a piece of newspaper and spread it on the seat, and then sat on it gently.

Open the newspaper and the front page headline is:

"Produced by Mage Tower, about the possibility and rationality of gun bursts."

Akto looked at the date in the newspaper, which was June 601, 6.

Newspapers from three months ago.

This report is about a scholar from Mage Tower and his scientific literature on improving firearms.

But it can be seen that people outside do not have much hope for guns, and they all believe that fighting spirit and magic are the purest and most classic powers in the world.

The appearance of guns is just accidental, just a trivial skill, a work of art for aristocratic young men and ladies to play with, and a self-defense weapon for lowly and poor people.

Akto turned over the newspaper and continued to pay attention to the situation in the bar.

Sure enough, six warriors with fighting spirit had silently surrounded him, blocking all his escape routes.

The gold-rimmed glasses became a little white. Akto took off his glasses and gently wiped the lenses with a dust-free cloth.

"I just want to go to Couric City, then transfer to Styre City, and finally return to Pok City." Akto said in a gentle tone, "Can you guarantee it?"

Miranda was suddenly startled, and the expression on her face became slightly solemn.

She and Hank looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Why did this extremely handsome young man say this despite his gentle tone?

Looking at Akto who was sitting calmly and calmly in his seat, the two of them felt a little confused.

"You, what did you say?" Miranda was stunned for two seconds and then showed her signature smile. "You are free to go wherever you want. This is also the famous saying of the great Ryan XV."

A dark-skinned man sat on Akto's right. He was only wearing a jacket with the buttons open, revealing two neat rows of abdominal muscles.

This is a second-level warrior. He stepped on the table in front of Akto and said with an arrogant smile: "You damn freedom boy, you are so beautiful. To be honest, I want to take off your pants and take a look at you." It’s a boy or a girl.”

"Speaking of which, I can't wait any longer. Take off your pants first and let me see. Then I will give you your freedom again. Do you understand?"

Akto chose to ignore this second-level warrior, still facing Miranda, and said with a smile: "I think it's best that way. I'm not interested in who you have robbed and killed before, and who you plan to rob and kill in the future. But I think tomorrow We boarded the bus to Couric City smoothly, do you understand?"

Although his tone was gentle, there was a vague coldness in his voice.

The smile on Miranda's face disappeared again, her eyebrows gradually raised, and a hint of murderous intent flowed in her eyes.

Akto shook his head slightly. It seemed that these people were still a little hesitant and unwilling to decisively give up the idea of ​​robbing and killing him.

"Or let me put it another way, if I can't arrive at Couric City smoothly tomorrow, I will make you pay a heavy price." Akto glanced at the few warriors in the bar.