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Chapter 116. A Ripe Orange

It had been two months since the change in Golden Butterfly City. The knights of the United Holy Empire had also been stationed outside the city in the name of eliminating demons. It seemed that they were not going to leave.

However, the strange thing was that the demons in the city had long retreated, and even Annapula did not have a single one left. However, the number of "reinforcement guards" had increased instead of decreasing. The church's team was expanding, and so was the army sent by the Sunfire Court. Both sides seemed to have regarded this place as a competition of strength.

Duke Saxson had appeared for a short period a month ago. He had opened the Khorium ruins under the castellan's residence to the public and sold passes. It had caused dissatisfaction in the church. They said there were demons inside, so they had to seal it.

Saxson's response was straightforward and very much in Char's style.

"Then give me the money."

Therefore, after extorting a large sum of money from the church, the Duke brought his people to move to the nearby town. It was as if he did not want this field and let the people of both sides do as they pleased.

"You guys can play with it. I'm out."

That was probably the case.

The players' quarrels lasted for a long time.

The [Fuyan Knot] had given up on Annapula's demons and had found another way to enter the Khorium ruins in advance. The one-week exploration had been fruitful, and this move had set off a huge wave.

After all, the church had sealed off the Khorium ruins after they had had fun for a week. If people wanted to enter again, they would have to gain a reputation with the church.

As a result, the members who had left the Guild beat their chests and stomped their feet, sighing in regret. In an instant, the reviews were reversed. Those who wanted revenge took revenge. The haters and fans were bickering in the forum, and the matter had long separated from [Fuyan Knot].

In addition, the people who had experienced the Annapula demon-slaying war also contributed many topics of discussion, such as a very annoying ID, "Mia is my wife," how he really pointed out the country, and also the picture of the two hundred light armor knights charging forward, which was both a zither and a violent one.

There was nothing more impactful than this dramatic event. After all, about 60% of the players were still trapped in the novice village, and 30% were still doing missions in the basic town. Everyone looked forward to such a magnificent life, and all the players longed for an extraordinary gaming experience, which indirectly accelerated their leveling speed.

...

On this day, Pelican Town, a small town to the east of Greenland's forest capital, as a town close to the economic and political center of Elfheim, was not an area that players could set foot in for the time being. Most of the people in the tavern were elven NPCs. There were a few nobles among them, but most were poets and musicians. They were talking in low voices accompanied by cheerful lute music, and the flames in the fireplace were crackling, forming a warm white noise.

"Duke Saxson's move is brilliant. The current situation is turbulent, and this group of abominable humans is pressing harder and harder," Someone sighed.

"I don't think so. Maybe the monsters in the ruins haven't been completely exterminated. 'The Night of Pine Wood Bay' is a common event."

"You believe in the 'Night of Pine Wood Bay'?" Someone immediately sneered. A Knight Commander of the United Holy Kingdom died that night, but only three elven civilians died. What? Did that Knight Commander choke to death after exterminating the demon?"

"Why don't you want to believe in the possibility of him sacrificing his life to save others? Could it be that a noble heart is not as good as malicious speculation?"

"Shut up. Are you an elf or a human?"

Seeing that a dispute was about to happen, a woman's scream suddenly sounded from the tavern.

Everyone looked over and saw a noble wearing the sun crown badge lying on the ground with blood flowing out of his chest.

The one who screamed was a lady sitting opposite him.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos. The customers fled in a panic, tables and chairs collided, wine bottles broke, and the noise was mixed with screams. It was a foul atmosphere.

The owner shouted to sound the alarm. At the same time, a barrier blocked the doors and windows of the tavern.

From the outside, the runes floating around the tavern were "warning: no entry," and only entry was temporarily allowed until the patrol arrived.

A few of the bolder ones stepped forward to observe. One sighed, "This technique... It seems to be that guy again."

"How many times has this happened?"

"It's the fifth time. It's the second time in this tavern."

"Move, move!"

The tavern owner leaned over and spoke in an agitated tone. He seemed to be quite familiar with this assassination method.

"A one-hit kill. The wound was burnt, and the target was a noble..."

The owner raised his head and looked around. His gaze swept across the faces of every customer, and it quickly turned into a cold snort.

He undid the black vest on his upper body, revealing the soft metal protective shirt he was wearing inside. Then, he rubbed his face, revealing a determined face that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"Sheriff? Where's Boss F-Finn?" Someone exclaimed.

"Back at Pine Wood Bay. After the third assassination, we commandeered this place to catch the murderer."

The sheriff casually explained, took his sword from under the counter, and knocked on it twice.

Bang Bang!

"Ladies and gentlemen, raise your hands behind your heads. Please squat down and cooperate with the security department. This lady, please stay where you are and cooperate with our inspection."

The woman kept crying and didn't respond.

The director shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the young elves who had come over to check the body. "And you guys, the same."

"I understand!"

A few young guys immediately squatted in the corner.

Only then did the sheriff approach the woman who was still crying and carefully looked at her.

She was a beautiful elf, probably a half-elf, with less obvious ears.

She was tall and wore a pair of high heels. Her full bosom made people unable to take their eyes off her. Even though it was wrapped in cloth, the beautiful arc was still enough to make people fantasize.

He carefully examined the pointed soles of her shoes, even her fingers, but he found nothing.

She didn't have a weapon either.

The sheriff thought to himself and then put on a friendly expression, "Ma'am, please tell us what you just saw."

"This is too terrifying. A black shadow killed him and then disappeared. It is too scary!"

The female half-elf cried her eyes out and kept repeating this sentence. The sheriff asked many times to no avail. Instead, he was upset by her crying and asked a disguised subordinate to help her to rest while he kept an eye on the others.

He was sure that the criminal was hiding in this tavern, and everyone could be a murderer in disguise.

Two minutes later, the security department's main force arrived, and more than a dozen people rushed through the door. One of the mages in charge of dispelling and screening disguises was at the back of the group, and the sheriff quickly went up to welcome him.

However, just as the mage stepped into the door, the half-elf, who was crying, suddenly leaped up like a cheetah and held the mage's neck and right hand!

The latter was quick to react. He flicked his left sleeve, and a short wand appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, the sheriff's heart shook, and he realized something.

"Damn it. Don't-"

However, it was too late. The mage subconsciously tried to save himself. The tip of the wand exploded into a ball of light, and the flames and airwaves instantly swept through the tavern.

The next second, everyone heard a "whoosh" sound in the smoke, and fresh air rushed in.

There was a big hole in the wall.

On the ground, there were two ripe oranges and a pair of high heels.