Chapter 516

The home of the serpent of yevolk.

"Sister, you drink too much!"

The archer sat in the practice field of the camp, watching his sister with a large glass of ale shaking there, every few steps to belch wine, she is not only drunk, but also full.

"What's the matter! I'm so happy today! Those irritating things in the head are out! Keya, you come too

The woman tried to put her arms around the archer's neck, but the archer dodged her cleverly. The woman's body fell on the wooden post where the archer sat and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the contented smile on the woman's face, the archer could not help but breathe a little sigh of relief. He found a blanket to cover his sister and looked to the other side of the camp.

There are a lot of strange things in it, which are called "drum" and "electric guitar".

But it was these strange things, the strange sounds they played, and the singing of leader reyke that made his sister temporarily out of that painful state.

"Commander, someone is sleeping near the camp of our mercenary regiment."

A member of the regiment trotted into the camp and told reyk bad news.

"How many?"

As soon as the other members of the regiment heard the news, they immediately entered the state of preparing for war.

The serpent of yevolk has several enemies all over the world, and they occasionally encounter similar attacks when they camp in the wild.

But the members didn't expect that these guys would dare to do such a thing in Nolan.

"The number is three for the time being, and the other party seems to be very sure, so we have not started for the time being." The member said in a low voice.

"Chief, is it possible that the Earl of the iron and steel country hired a killer?"

An insider guessed the identities of the enemies who were lurking outside.

The solemn expression on reyk's face also made the members feel nervous.

"It seems that my identity has been revealed. Am I finally here?" Said reyk in a dull voice.

"Commander, even if your identity is exposed, it doesn't matter. There are only three people, and those guys look down on us."

A member of the regiment picked up a weapon and was about to go out of the camp to kill all the three sneaky guys, but reyk held out his big hand to block his movement.

"It's probably my fans who are waiting outside." Reyk said to the other members in a serious tone.

"Fans Chief, is that the name of the new killer organization? "

Some unidentified members asked about reyk, but most of the members who knew the meaning of the word "fan" immediately understood what was going on.

"In short, it's the people who worship me. The person in charge of the Music Association once told me to pay attention to the handling of this problem."

Reyk looked at the chaotic demon swordsman standing on his side, as well as a man with black skin.

"Although I only practiced for less than ten days, it still has something in common with the sword. A fixed score should still be able to play."

The swordsman replied quickly, and the other nodded in the affirmative.

"Then it's almost time."

Reyk got up from the stump of the camp, picked up the instruments stacked nearby and walked outside.

"Are there any new tasks to carry out? How can I never know? "

"Chief, where are you going?"

Most of the members of the yevolk snake are in a state of confusion.

"There will be a performance by the team leader this afternoon!" The archer finally couldn't look down. He told all the members the truth in a loud voice: "didn't you hear the leader's performance just now? This afternoon, on the west side of squirrel street in Nolan, the team leader is going to give the same performance. If you are interested, you can go and have a look

"Performance? Like the bards? "

There are also buskers on the streets of Nolan, but most of them are bards playing and singing with xylophone, and the scale is generally very small.

But the way reyk carries his instruments doesn't look like a "small-scale" performance.

"You talk too much! Just follow me honestly

The archer's sister suddenly woke up from her deep sleep and held up the glass that did not exist in her hand.

"Sister, your body..." The archer was worried and wanted to dissuade her from impulsiveness. But after she gave her a look, a sense of fear that a fierce beast like a man eating lion would stare at her made the archer shut his mouth.

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Mrs. sizer sat in the magic van to Norland center.

The portal she used was built by a sinful demon. The portal was built in the city of Norland's underground dwarves. The nearest exit from the ground is squirrel street.

Mrs. sizer contacted the housekeeper of the farosi mansion and asked him to drive a car and wait at the exit of squirrel street."It's almost a month since I left the city last time."

Mrs. sizer sat in the back seat and looked at the prosperous view of the street.

"It's hard to imagine that this street was once the most unpopular street for mankind."

"The change of people's concept always starts with a trial." Morgan sat in the co pilot's seat, staring far away at the CLIA station at the end of squirrel street.

Now the station has become a famous tourist attraction in Nolan, especially the statue of "loyal dog Bagong" erected in front of the station.

This is just a fictional story, but it has attracted countless people to see this fictitious hound statue.

Morgan watched the tourists stroll in front of the statue. Some tourists who had bought the recently launched "camera" took pictures in front of the statue.

Morgan has an indescribable sense of pride as the star of loyal dogs.

"But to be honest, I prefer the streets of farosi to here."

Mrs. sizer looked at the goblins and dwarfs passing by from time to time in squirrel street, two races that were very rare in farosi, and bards playing xylophone were often seen on both sides of the street.

"Madam, the road ahead seems to be blocked." Suddenly said the housekeeper, who was driving.

"Those people What do you gather there for? Does Nolan have any missionaries now? "

Mrs. sizer looked through the window into the crowded street, and on the other side of the street a makeshift stage made of wood.

It is said that the highest treatment that missionaries in the holy land get when they preach their doctrines is to allow such wooden stage to be set up on the street.

"It doesn't seem to be a missionary. Mother, there seems to be a performance in squirrel street today."

Carolie, who was browsing the caster forum, had just seen the news and materialized the magic net so that Mrs. sizer could see it.

"Concert?"

Mrs. sizer looked at the content of the post, which described that there would be a street concert on the west side of squirrel street today.

Before Mrs. sizer could see whose concert it was, the sound of electric current suddenly rang through the audience, and the atmosphere in the street was instantly ignited.

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