Chapter 186

"Catch him!!!!!"

In the angry roar of the drunk, the minions with short knives and daggers rushed up, yelling and yelling, and rushed to the black haired wizard in front of the stairs.

Loren, who turned lightly, avoided their swoop, grabbed one of his minions by the way, put his steel tongs like palm directly on the wall, picked up a wine pot and opened a ladle for him!

The splashing wheat wine and blood soaked his sleeves, as if he had a sense of soul, avoided the guy who rushed up on his back, put his elbows on the ground and grabbed the other party's short knife.

Turn, parry, and then bounce back.

The chaotic minions "tacitly agreed" with the rhythm of the black haired wizard. After passing close to the first guy, in an instant, the dagger in their hand immediately held another short knife stabbing their eyes and stood in front of them.

At the same time, the free left hand cleanly removed another guy's wrist. Before he could scream, Lauren kicked him at the minion who stabbed him in the eye with a knife!

Magically snatched the dagger from the other party's hand, and the dark haired wizard threw it directly behind him. The rapidly rotating dagger screamed, pierced his collar in the scream of a minion, and his muddy body was nailed to the wall.

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The drunk screamed hysterically and rushed directly from behind the black haired wizard. He looked like a desperate bear. His drunk head was blank. He just wanted to kill the guy who suddenly appeared!

Just now, his men were knocked over one by one like a pile of bedbugs, but they couldn't even touch this guy's hood. They didn't even know what they looked like!

The dark haired wizard with his back to him didn't even look back. His defenseless back was perfectly exposed in front of the drunk, as if the devil whispered in his ear - now is the best time to sneak attack.

Until... The dark haired wizard snapped his fingers for the second time.

"Pa --!"

Without warning, the heavy blow hit the drunkard's calf, and the bear fell directly to the ground. In a flash, Loren's foot had stepped on his chest.

"You..." the drunk, who had not yet figured out what was going on, put a dagger on his chin and stared at him with a pair of cold black pupils.

The dagger left slowly. Suddenly, the drunk who felt a play immediately secretly reached out and touched the short knife that fell to the ground. A white light flashed, and the thick palm was directly nailed to the floor with a dagger by Loren!

The heartrending scream and the pig like cry made the minions rush forward and prepare to rush forward.

"One more step forward, I'll kill him directly."

The creepy voice and the unlucky people lying on the ground wailing all around made the subordinates on the hot blood hesitate. They just held the knife tremblingly, but they had been scared to retract their feet.

"You're finished, dare to mess with us, old van Stefano will kill you!" the drunkard who was trampled on the ground and still screamed, but he didn't forget to shout: "as long as you are a hick from abroad, no one knows how to die if you are planted in the hands of our crutches Gang!"

"Then let him try, or give him an invitation, and I'll come to the door in person." Lauren said faintly, his face as silent as water: "in addition, there's something wrong with your way of threat - if you want to intimidate others, life is better than death. Remember clearly, I won't say it twice."

As soon as the voice fell, the black haired wizard suddenly pulled out the dagger and threw it aside: "now, get out!"

The screaming drunkard covered his bloody fat hand like a meat ball and got up from the ground and ran away. The remaining minions followed their fallen companions and left the messy hotel.

When the gangsters were almost running and there was no movement outside, the guys hiding behind the counter stretched out their heads one by one, looked around carefully, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

The hotel owner, who was paralyzed in the center of the hall, slipped aside when Loren appeared and hid behind a overturned table. After making sure there was no one around, he swallowed his saliva and climbed out from behind bit by bit on the ground.

Just put out his head, "smiling" black haired wizard's face appeared in front of him.

"Ah --!!!"

The screaming hotel owner was almost stunned by the direct fear. He lay on the ground and looked at Lauren leaning up. He also enthusiastically stretched out his right hand: "are you okay?"

"No, no, really no!" the smiling hotel owner kept wiping his sweat and looked at the black haired wizard smiling at him with trembling pupils: "thank you very much. Without you, we must be finished today - these guys won't leave until they get the money!"

"Oh, really? That's great." Lauren smiled and nodded, followed by a change of scene: "let's talk now about what you stole from my friend."

"What did you steal? What, what, I don't know what it is!" the sweat of Rubao kept dripping from the head of the hotel owner: "you, you must be mistaken. It's all nonsense by those guys!"

"No, you should be mistaken."

The dark haired wizard squatted down slowly and pulled the hotel owner in front of him with a smile: "I'm not asking, but threatening you - don't hand over your things. I promise you won't see the sun tomorrow, and you will spend a long time before the sun rises.

I'm a wizard. I want to fix you more than those guys, so you'd better believe me! "

In his spare time, Loren's right hand felt a picked up dagger like a magic trick and put it on the hotel owner's neck, threatening him without concealment.

Facing the threat of a wizard and a wizard who can easily clean up a dozen gangs and gang leaders, the hotel owner finally chose to give up resistance and obediently took Loren to the place where he hid his things.

Unexpectedly, the place where the innkeeper hid his things was not his room, but under a pit dug under the counter. In other words, the drunk stepped on what he wanted just now, but he never found it - I have to say, this way is really full of irony.

Slowly took out the wooden box in the pit, and then opened it with the key. The owner of the hotel with meat pain took out a thick parchment booklet from it and handed it to Loren as if it were a note: "that's it, Mr. Wizard - I found it under your friend's bed. I just think..."

"I think this thing should be very valuable. It can cover his room and make a lot of money," Lauren said sarcastically as he took the note.

For a wizard, any notes and research records are priceless, because the research of wizards is often very long, even for more than ten years and decades. It is not surprising that it even takes several generations. Many achievements are inherited from their parents and even grandparents.

Taking away a wizard's research notes is tantamount to depriving him of all the value of life - conversely, if you can get a research that has been inherited for generations or even decades, the help for a wizard will be immeasurable!

"Is that all?"

"Of course, I just found it when cleaning your friend's room after he left!" the innkeeper explained in a panic, his eyes widened and his speech became hasty: "that's all. I dare to swear to the holy cross that if I lie in time, it will make my life worse than death!"

"Your piety is amazing, but I'm not asking you." the black haired wizard glanced aside to another hotel man trembling: "really... Is that all?"

This guy was the one who leaked the news to the gangs before. He stared wide and nodded desperately. Against the fierce eyes of the boss next to him, "that's all. When the wizard moved away, many people came. This one was omitted at that time!"

There was also a group of people... Thinking Lauren stared at his notes.

Things seem to be moving in the direction they least want