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"The lords summoned?" Milin, who was leading Alori and his party back to the camp outside the city, was stopped by the guards at the city gate.

"Yes, Lord Milin."

Maybe it was because they had gotten a lot of benefits from Milin on weekdays, or maybe it was the request of the lord, but the guards who stopped Milin and his party did not do anything excessive.

Of course, it's possible that you don't have the guts.

Compared with Alori's uniform, the equipment of these city guards can be described as crude.

"And only me is allowed?" Milin continued to repeat what the guards said when they stopped him.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the lord seems to be planning to entertain you?" the guard nodded.

"e..." There was no attempt to hide the taste of this Hongmen Banquet.

But this also explains why Marcus was so nervous before. After all, in the six months since his boss was away, that guy has reaped many benefits.

Gray Feng, who was standing behind Milin, looked at the half-surrounded guards with indifferent eyes.

Attila, who had put on a leather chest protector over his cotton coat at some point, also put his hand on the dagger hanging at his waist.

Alori, who was still dressed as an elite knight, took a step forward with a clang and stood between Milin and the guards.

Milin and his team looked like they didn't want to cooperate at all, which immediately made the guards who "invited" him nervous.

Compared with other mercenaries, Milin, the mercenary leader who has been fighting security wars around Escalon for half a year, is no stranger to these guards.

Just when the guards were mentally prepared to fight and then pretend to be dead, Milin said:

"Fine."

"Hey, boss?" Alori shouted in confusion. Gray Feng and Attila also looked at Milin.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Milin patted Alori hard on his shoulder armor and said, then passed Alori and came to the guard and said, "Let's go."

"Okay, okay, Your Excellency." The guard who had not yet calmed down stammered.

Alori, who had been watching Milin being "escorted" by the guards, disappear from sight. Alori, who was still wielding the imperial lance, first looked at the height of the city gate around him, then lowered his head and looked at Gray Feng. Their eyes met.

"What should I do, Hui Hui?" Alori asked.

Hui Feng, whose title changed from Sister Hui Feng to Hui Hui, glanced at Alori but did not give a reply. He simply turned around and left the city gate.

"Hey, don't you care about the boss?" Alori, who didn't understand what Gray Wind wanted to do, hesitated for a moment, then dragged Attila and followed him.

Ignoring Alori's yelling all the way, Gray Wind walked all the way to the camp which was only four or five miles away from Escalon City, and then Gray Wind spoke to Alori:

"Start Plan B."

"Plan B?" Probably because there were not many planned plans, Alori, who immediately realized what Hui Feng was talking about, said in surprise: "Hui Hui, are you sure?"

"This is the commander's order." Gray Wind stared at Alori with serious eyes and said.

"When did she give you the order?" Alori asked even more strangely.

Gray Feng directly answered Alori's question with action, and the girl whose body was all gray and white suddenly collapsed into dust on the ground as if she had been evacuated.

In the face of Alori's face, and the shocked expression on Attila's face, the dust that fell on the ground turned into a pool of liquid after a brief pause and got in along the gaps in Alori's armor.

"Gently, gently, it's so itchy." It was obvious that the process of being attached was not that comfortable. Alori was like a puppy that had just taken a bath and wanted to shake his whole body.

"..." Although this is not the first time I have seen a similar scene, and I have long regarded Milin as a shaman-like existence in my heart, the fact that a whole person turned into flowing dust in front of my eyes still challenged Ah. Three views of Tira.

"Don't look, you have a share." Alori noticed Attila's expression and slapped him on the shoulder.

After being slapped, Attila immediately felt something cold, crawling from his shoulders to his neck and recently into his ears.

Then an indifferent voice belonging to Gray Wind sounded in Attila's ears:

"Start executing plan B."

Just when Attila was trying hard to calm down his shocked outlook, Marcus, who had appeared on the city wall at some point, looked at the mercenary camps east and west outside the city wall, and finally set his sights on At Milin's camp

Compared with other mercenary camps that are like large garbage dumps, Milin's camp is so tidy that it can cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Marcus, with a serious look on his face, asked the guard beside him:

"Are you sure they all went in?"

"I've been watching, Lord Marcus." The soldier in question slapped his leather chest protector loudly.

"Have all the soldiers been assembled?" Marcus then asked.

"Except for those who stayed in the castle, the rest have been assembled, Lord Marcus." The soldier who had just slapped his chest protector with a "puffing" sound replied.

"How many?" Marcus asked immediately without pausing.

"Forehead……"

"..." Marcus looked at the stuck soldier with somewhat angry eyes.

"Probably, there should be a hundred people." The soldier said with an uncertain look in his eyes.

"Idiot, if this thing goes wrong, you and I can't afford it? I don't want you and your brother to go to the front line together, so just concentrate on getting this thing done!" Marcus used the most substantial threat to said the soldier.

"Yes, yes, sir, I will go and count again right away." the soldier said quickly.

"Wait a minute." Grabbing the soldier who was about to turn away, Marcus continued: "After counting the number of people, bring fifty people directly to my place. The rest will follow the planned plan."

"Yes, sir!" Under the threat of being sent to the front line, the soldier who was like a yes man nodded quickly.

Marcus moved his gaze to the camp outside the city and reviewed it in his mind, thinking about whether there were any omissions in these arrangements.

At the same time, Milin, who was ready to go to the Hongmen Banquet, was not taken to the castle by the guards, but was brought back to the Colosseum.

Milin looked at the Colosseum that he had just left not long ago, feeling really speechless.

The Hongmen Banquet was a Hongmen Banquet, and Mi Lin was still looking forward to seeing the eating habits of the aristocrats of this world.

Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, at least it can gain some knowledge, right?

Unexpectedly, the opponent directly chose the Colosseum. Did he skip the challenge of throwing a cup and go straight to the axe?

In addition to Milin, there were also about a dozen faces seen in Avigo's tavern that were brought to the Colosseum.

Compared with Milin's relaxed expression as if he was out on an outing, these mercenaries who were "brought" rather than "invited" were much more nervous.

By the way, Milin also discovered that these mercenaries were not all alone, there were also gangs who were "invited" together.

Only one person is invited to co-author it. Is it a limited edition of Milin?

Although he knew it was unlikely, Milin still doubted that this limited edition was because the lord who was going to host the Hongmen Banquet learned about Alori's maximum food intake from others.

"A sneeze, a sneeze." Alori, who was trying to put on the walking armor that had just been repaired a few days ago, sneezed several times in a row.

"Hui Hui, can you add some heat?"

"It's hot, it's hot, it's almost done, lower it."