I opened a shopping mall in Xihuan

West of Luos City, Bilindro Town.

No matter how the outside world is, the underground tavern under the brothel will always accept all kinds of unidentified passers-by and races. It is chaotic and orderly, and full of vitality amidst the noise.

It is precisely because of its inclusiveness that Orfina was able to enter here with a lich and a little devil wrapped in a black cloak, order a bunch of food, and then have a full meal.

Gnabbing on the grilled lamb chops, Abdul asked vaguely, "Master, we have no money, how are we going to get out later?"

"Be quiet, do you want to be heard?" Ofina glanced at the ear of the dog orc who was watching the door at the stairway, and then replied: "I have recovered a lot now, use a space once or twice There's nothing wrong with magic, as long as you don't hold me back."

Abdul shrank his neck and dared not speak any more.

He ate the lamb chops harder and harder, crunching the bones into his belly, and emptied the food in a short while.

The little devil touched his still flat stomach, glanced at the lamb chops on Ofina's plate, and dared not reach out, so he turned his gaze to the roast chicken in front of the Lich, and said, "Ashhar, you can't eat it. give it to me!"

The dark flames in Yashar's eye sockets jumped, and he stretched out his bony hand from his sleeve, pushing the plate over.

"It's a pleasure to eat with you!" Abdul said happily, and then he unceremoniously pulled out a roast chicken leg and bit off a large piece of meat.

When he was eating vigorously, a strong food aroma suddenly floated in the air. Abdul leaned close to the roast chicken and smelled it, and found that it was not the smell of chicken, so he raised his head and looked away, muttering: "It smells so good Ah, it smells so good..."

"Which table ordered the spicy hot pot with beef offal!" shouted the guy holding the iron pot.

At the table next to them, a burly man immediately waved: "Here, here, we ordered."

Ofina also smelled the tempting aroma, looked through the crowded guests and locked on the iron pot directly, raised her eyebrows and said: "It's really interesting that the pot is even served."

Abdul watched helplessly as the guy came over with an iron pan, and put the steaming and fragrant iron pan on the small stove at the next table.

There were only two guests at the next table, one was a strong man with a bushy beard, and the other was mysterious and wrapped in a black cloak like them, but judging from the right hand holding the tableware, he should be a normal human race .

After the hot pot boiled, the aroma became stronger and stronger. The strong man scooped out the cooked meat from the pot with a large iron spoon, blew it cool, and poured it into his mouth to chew. Abdul watched his movements , couldn't help but swallowed, the roast chicken in his hand suddenly tasted bad.

I could only hear the burly man eating and saying: "The human girl I bought yesterday tastes really good."

The black cloak beside him laughed: "Have you tried it?"

"It's about to change hands anyway, so I don't have to eat it first." The strong man raised the corners of his lips, blushing and said, "How about we go together tonight...hehe..."

The black cloak said without interest: "Forget it, it's not clean."

The strong man snorted, took a couple of sips of beer in disappointment: "No matter what, it's always cleaner than those whores upstairs."

At first, Abdul's eyes were all about the hot pot on their table, but after hearing a few words of their conversation, he immediately retracted his gaze, and murmured to Ofina, "Did you hear that, the tall one?" The human race said that he ate a human girl last night, it's really scary!"

"Shut up." Ofina yelled impatiently: "Let's not talk about how they eat, even if they really ate a girl, what's so scary? Is cannibalism not a daily routine of the demons? Do you still have it?" Look like a demon!"

"Ah, have you ever eaten people?"

"Of course I..."

Halfway through the conversation, Ofina suddenly felt that the noisy voices around her were strangely silent, and she immediately stopped talking.

Turning around, before she could figure out what happened, she saw a human head rolling towards her with a gurgling sound. While rolling, unchewed food mixed with blood flowed from the head's mouth and Leaks from the throat.

Ofina glanced at the thick beard on the head, and suddenly raised her head to look at the next table. Sure enough, the burly man who spoke just now had become a headless corpse.

He still kept his eating posture, with blood dripping from his neck.

On the wall next to the corpse, a black iron sword was stuck, dripping blood.

The audience was silent for less than two seconds, and then there was a burst of more chaotic and noisier screams than before. Gamblers, drunkards, diners, and those with ulterior motives all got up and rushed up the stairs to escape.

Abdul's eyes lit up, and he jumped up from his chair: "Master, let's run too, so we don't have to pay!"

"shut up."

Ofina scolded him severely, and focused all her attention on the battle ahead.

After the head of the strong man was cut off by the sudden attack, a tall young man in black and black hair stepped on the table and passed through the chaotic crowd, pulled out the iron sword stuck on the wall at a very fast speed, and rushed straight The black cloak next to him attacked.

The black cloak kicked the chair away and backed to the counter, took out a skeleton staff from under the cloak, and said the spell quickly and clearly: "tardusactio (slow action)."

The young man's speed suddenly became stiff and slow, and the leather rope dotted with bird feathers and brass slid across his cheeks due to the sudden slowdown.

The black cloak jumped onto the table, kicked over the oil lamp and hot pot, turned and ran towards the stairs, but the young man recovered after being slow for three seconds, stepped on the table and quickly chased after him.

With only two seconds left to react, the black cloak jumped off the table abruptly to avoid the attack, stepped back a few steps and tapped the wand forcefully on the ground, and recited the spell: "manusossafracta (broken hand bone)."

The young man let out a muffled grunt, the extreme pain made him frown, the right hand holding the sword suddenly went limp, and the iron sword fell heavily to the ground.

Hearing the crisp sound of the iron sword falling to the ground, on the other side of the tavern, Lich's shoulders could not help but tremble slightly.

Abdul asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Yashar?"

Yashar stretched his bony hand and said in a low voice: "Although it doesn't work on me, the name of this magic really makes the lich uncomfortable."

The black cloak that used the vicious magic seemed to have paid a certain price for this, and the movement when escaping was obviously much slower.

Les bent down to pick up the sword with his left hand, squinted his dark eyes, estimated the distance, and threw the sword end straight towards the black cloak.

It's a pity that the black cloak escaped the attack by just a little bit.

Les bit his lower lip and was about to catch up, when he saw another figure in a cloak appearing next to the black cloak for no reason, and before the black cloak could react, he cut his neck extremely hard .

Les made a move, and recognized the man as the guest who was originally sitting in the northeast corner of the tavern.

He recalled the straight-line distance from the corner to the stairs, at least fifteen steps away. Obviously, the other party used space magic to teleport there, and apart from supernatural dragons, to be able to use space magic, it must be at least high-level. Master level.

Just when Rice was hesitating whether to have a VIP with this high-ranking mage who suddenly appeared, the other party walked over with a black cloak first, and threw the corpse in front of him.

"Your skills are good, but your reflexes are a bit weak." The visitor took off his hood as he spoke, revealing long black hair and a bright and flamboyant face. She stared into Rice's eyes, with a half-smile He said calmly: "To deal with the mage, you should screw his head off before he can say the spell."

Les glanced at the black cloak on the ground, and then raised his eyes to see her smiling expression, only then was he sure that the other party was here to help him.

"Thank you." He said without a tone, then took out a healing potion from his pocket and drank it with his head up.

The shattered bone in his right hand quickly recovered under the action of the medicine, but the process was extremely painful, and even Rice, who was used to the pain, couldn't help sweating.

After a while, he stretched his right hand, summoned the iron sword to cut off the head of the black cloak, and put it and the head of the strong man before it into a black cloth bag.

Les held a black cloth bag in one hand and a sword in the other, and was about to walk towards the stairs. When passing by Ofina, he stopped suddenly, hesitated for a moment, took out three silver coins and put them on the table next to her, and said again Thank you, and then walked up the stairs without looking back.

It wasn't until Les disappeared at the top of the stairs that the shop assistant, the boss and the remaining customers dared to emerge from their hiding places.

The boss let out a breath, and quickly recovered, urging the guys to clean up the headless corpses on the ground as usual.

"Just throw it into the stinky ditch outside the town!" the boss ordered.

The man curled his lips and muttered, "It's such a hassle to have to come here every week."

Ofina sat back at the table in the corner, and sighed dully: "How cold, it's a pity to have a good face, I still like gentle and pleasant people."

Abdul had already brought over the three silver coins Ley left as a reward, and said excitedly: "Master, look, three silver coins, we have money to eat!"

Ofina glanced at him and sighed again.

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When You Xia waited for Rice at the back door of the club, the sun had already set, and there was only an orange-pink sunset glow in the sky, which made the surrounding buildings black.

Seeing Rice for the first time, Youxia felt something was wrong, his face seemed a little paler than usual.

He first checked whether the other party was injured, and after making sure that there was no blood on the clothes, he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Les shook his head, and brought three gold coins to him in his right hand.

You Xia raised his eyebrows: "So much?"

"Ah."

You Xia frowned, she didn't feel anything before, but now seeing the other party's appearance of recovering from a serious illness, she couldn't bear to accept his money.

He said: "It's fine for you to punch a card from time to time in the future. There's no need to pick up jobs just to make money. It's not that I can't afford you."

"I'm fine." Rice said, put the money in his hand, and suddenly praised: "I'm very special today."

You Xia knew that he was changing the subject, but he continued along the topic: "Is there?"

"Well, it's pretty cool."

You Xia looked down at his clothes, not sure if he really thought so or just said it casually.

Because the "Forest Messenger" is actually just a different color of the holy suit, which is no different from what he usually wears, and it is not as special as the "Poet". At least the "Poet" is matched with the white cloak Modern shirts, vests and trousers.

"Let's not talk about that, the banquet is about to start, I'll take you in and change your clothes."

"it is good."

There is a large garden behind the Karak Club, and the auction of this dinner was held in the garden, so now both the front hall and the backyard are full of waiters and guests who arrived early.

Youxia led Les through the back door, walked through the long corridor of the building, and walked around to the door of a lounge near the garden.

Opening the door of the lounge, Silio and Il were sitting on the sofa inside waiting for the banquet to start. Les was obviously taken aback when he saw them, probably because he was surprised by the costumes of the two wood elves.

"I told you, two elders of my clan." Youxia said.

Rice nodded and saluted the two of them politely.

You Xia handed him the clothes prepared for Rice and said, "Go to the dressing room inside and change."

Les took the box and opened it, only to see that there was a set of neatly folded dark gray clothes inside, and he couldn't see anything else, only a silver eagle badge with wings spread on the chest of the clothes, and a set of clothes on the shoulders. There are also golden tassels and hanging silver chains, which are unique in style, but inexplicably serious.

"This is?"

You Xia smiled embarrassedly: "Teacher Silio listened to my suggestion and made a custom-made... dress for you. It's beautiful, don't worry."