Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"So today happens to be Thursday. Weiwei, give me fifty gold coins to see your strength."

"What? What fifty?"

Fors was so immersed in the story that he didn't react. He held the small box in his hand for a moment, and then he realized that this long string of life-enhancing words of advice was actually a carefully designed scam.

"Wait...wait!" Fors exclaimed, "How much did you say?!"

Since the Loen gold pound was decoupled from the gold coin, Fors, who was not familiar with the underground market, could not appreciate the specific value, but only knew that it was very expensive.

"Fifty gold coins." The yellow-haired Xito shook his fingers. "I'll give you a life-saving secret book, and you give me fifty gold coins. It's a good deal."

Klein, who had been sitting silently on the side, finally finished his food at a leisurely pace. Then he took the "life-saving secret book" from Fors's hand and stuffed it into Fors's vest pocket as if nothing had happened. He spoke calmly.

“Why not just rob?”

"…Why not just rob it?"

This time it was Huangmao Xito's turn to be stunned, and then a shiny table knife attacked him in the face.

"Oh!"

With a crisp bang, the yellow-haired Xito immediately turned into a ball of flying waste paper.

This is... a paper substitute? !

Wait...the feeling just now was not right!

Klein noticed something was wrong.

The previous attack should have been just a scare, but this yellow-haired Xito rushed directly towards the blade!

Things were a little beyond Klein's expectations. He looked toward the bar and met Leonard's gaze.

The latter nodded to him.

While Huangmao Xito was chatting with Fors, Klein had been eavesdropping on Leonard's conversation with the bartender through the insect puppet in Leonard's pocket. Now he also agreed with the deal with the boss of Evernight Harbor.

Originally, Klein wanted to start the battle with a feint attack on the yellow-haired Sito, but he didn't expect the feint to turn into a real assassination.

Before the white pieces of paper fell to the ground, a thug stood up from the wine table on the left and shouted in fear: "Boss! The killers from the Coke Gang brought the police to kill our little brother!"

This is a secret doll.

Another person immediately jumped out from the wine table on the right, slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Nonsense! Boss! That killer is obviously from the Cinder Gang!"

This is also a secret doll.

Klein had been paying attention to these two secret dolls since he entered the room, but he didn't expect them to stand up at this moment.

Now we can conclude that the yellow-haired Sito just now is not just a magician, but at least at the level of a puppet master.

I originally thought this was a scammer, but I didn’t expect he was actually a troublemaker!

The already tense atmosphere between the two groups of people started shouting loudly after being instigated by the secret puppets, and a melee broke out.

The Cinder Gang's death squad on the left took the brunt of the attack. They used their geographical advantage to carry a chair and rushed towards Klein in the middle. Klein raised his hand to press Fors's head, pushing it under the table, and then dodged the roaring chair by turning sideways.

The tattered chair unique to the dungeon was smashed to pieces on the table, and the charging thug's battle cry immediately turned into a scream, and a blunt table knife nailed his hand to the table before he could retract it in time.

Klein turned sideways again, and a wine glass from the Coke Gang on the right flew past his glasses. The wine glass that was originally aimed at him ended up hitting the man on the table, leaving glass shards all over his face.

The wine here is very precious, and it can be seen that no one wants to give the other party the opportunity to take advantage of it by licking the wine on their face.

As the long-range attack failed, the thug on the right quickly slid out and threw an uppercut at Klein's face. Klein tilted his head slightly, wiped the table casually, and stabbed the flying fist with the dinner knife.

There was another scream, and the thug fell to the table, clutching his fist in pain. Klein turned around and pulled out the knife from his fist. He quickly spread the other man's fist and then used the knife to nail the thug's hand to the table again.

The knife pierced through the thin tabletop. The bright red blood soaked through the wood chips, gathered along the blade, and finally dripped at Fors' feet.

Amid the noisy and chaotic sounds of smashing and destroying things, Fors, who was hiding under the table, quickly retracted her toes and hugged the suitcase beside her.

It seems that the old and broken furniture on this Earthworm Island is of questionable quality.

In this chaotic situation, an inexplicable sense of gang identity and uncontrolled adrenaline dominated every thug in the Earthworm Island bar, causing these drunken scum to grab anything behind them and smash it at the strangers in front of them. Old hatreds and new suspicions all turned into roars and destruction.

Or perhaps these trivial, insignificant hatreds and suspicions were not enough to be called "motives". As gangs competing for interests, they only knew that if they killed the other party first, they would gain greater benefits later. Perhaps the ridiculous cooperation between the two gangs had ended long before they arrived safely at Evernight Harbor.

Klein dodged the flying fists, furniture, tableware, and people. Finally, he couldn't help but turn back to Fors's dining table and lift the ear of one of the thugs.

"Who is your boss?"

"Wha...what?"

Klein picked up the last dinner knife, pressed it against the gangster’s neck, and shouted loudly amid the noise.

"Who is the boss of your Cinder Gang?"

"The one with... the yellow tie!"

Then Klein turned to look at the other thug. Before he could question him, the other thug shouted loudly while trembling.

"The one in overalls! That bald guy is the boss of our Coke Gang!"

Putting down the thug's ear, Klein thrust the knife in his hand into the table, half of the knife was sunken into the wooden board. He then searched the thug's pocket for a pistol, held the pistol and slapped the knife hard, and the knife went straight through the table board and fell in front of Fors with a snap.

"Take it, use it for self-defense."

Fors was stunned for a moment, holding the knife in her hand, a little at a loss.

No, I can't do something like nailing someone to the table with such a blunt knife!

Just when Fors's mind was in a mess, the adventurer's stern face suddenly appeared in front of her. Without saying a word, he threw the gun and a few bullets to her, and then quickly disappeared from her sight.

Uh...why do I need a knife if I already have a gun?

No, can't you find a normal way to give me a knife! ?

Fors looked a little confused...but it didn't matter...

Klein whispered an apology in his heart. After he "sent" the dinner knife to Fors, he remembered that what he was holding was not a metal brick but a gun. He was about to go out and kill someone, but he turned back and took a few bullets from the two thugs and sent them to Fors.