The flying rain was beating outside and hitting the ground, making a crisp sound.

In the endless rain, Adier wore a straw raincoat and walked into a unique tavern.

This is the Fengniao Tavern that he had visited once, which is the one that Shim had visited before, with countless dark creatures gathering in it.

But this time, perhaps because it is not yet time for the party, the tavern here looks very normal, with only some mercenaries drinking in it, and no other uniqueness can be seen.

Looking at this situation, Atir was a little surprised, but he didn't feel strange in his heart.

After all, this is the royal city of the Tamru Kingdom, located at the foot of the king. Even if those dark creatures are noble outside, they must be concealed.

Otherwise, even if you are not afraid of the royal family, you must prevent the sacrificial churches from coming to the door.

Especially recently, affected by the massacre of the killing believers, the number of sacrifices in various churches in the Tamru Kingdom has suddenly increased. Before the limelight has completely subsided, these dark creatures are destined to be human.

"You are here again for the sacrifice of the God of Killing."

Walking to the end of the tavern, looking at the scene in the tavern, waiting quietly for a while, a gentle and charming voice sounded in my ears.

Atir turned around and saw a woman wearing a black robe with a soft and charming appearance, looking like an ordinary maid, but with a cold temperament, quietly walking out, her deep black eyes were quietly looking at him, reflecting his figure.

"It's not time for the next party yet, what are you going to do?"

Walking quietly through the depths of the corridor, he walked to the wine table beside him, picked up twice as much orange and yellow fruit wine, looked at Adier and said.

"I want to ask you for some news."

Atir remained silent. Under the ancient black mask, his red eyes slowly lit up. In the field of killing, the endless source of killing power was blooming, and the temperament that belonged to the believer of the God of Killing was vividly interpreted, looking like a real killing believer.

"Ask, but I don't guarantee that I know, let alone whether I will answer."

The woman lazily raised the fruit wine in her hand, took a sip, and then looked at Adier, looking straight into Adier's eyes, looking at those eyes with the power of killing, and seemed to have thought of something for a moment, and seemed a little lost.

"Bloody Jazz, who is this person's true identity?"

Atir hesitated a little, but looked at the woman who looked like a maid in front of him, and finally he did not beat around the bush and chose to speak directly.

There is no doubt that as a permanent member of this tavern, the identity of this girl will definitely not be simple if she can appear openly under the eyes of a group of dark creatures and priests.

Moreover, because of the long-term organization of dark creature gatherings, this woman must have a very clear understanding of the dark creatures that exist in Tam City.

Asking him directly was much more convenient than searching for him in confusion.

"I know exactly what you asked."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Adier thoughtfully: "But why should I tell you?"

"What do you need?"

He glanced at the woman gently, and Atir's tone was plain and cold. At this moment, he seemed to play a perfect role as a killing priest and asked coldly.

Deep in the body, a little bit of red blood was slowly condensed, and the power in it was induced at this moment. The aura contained in it slowly rose, making the woman in front of her heart beat, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of danger.

"It's really a cold attitude, and it's so rough to the ladies. It's true that you always kill believers."

The woman shouted dissatisfiedly, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Atir's attitude. Her whole posture looked charming and had a heart-wrenching charm.

However, looking at his posture, Atir did not react at all. His whole face was covered by a cold black mask, making people unable to see any expression. His scarlet eyes were filled with the killing power unique to the killing believers. Ordinary people were only able to feel the coldness of their bodies when they were watched by him.

“It’s really helpless…”

Looking at the appearance of Atir, the woman gave up other plans. She looked helpless and her original expression gradually became correct: "Bloody Jazz, I know this person, but why should I tell you?"

"You can get the conditions." A faint hoarse voice spread from Atir's mouth. He stood there, quietly looking at the woman.

"The souls of a hundred good people, or a hundred evil people."

He glanced at Atir gently, and the woman threw something down and threw it accurately into Atir's palm.

It was a black crystal with some runes engraved on it, slowly condensed into a one-eyed one-eyed one.

"This is the detection crystal. Take this thing and hand over the soul you collected to me, and I will tell you what you want to know."

The woman's voice continued to sound in her ears, and then Atir looked up, but found that the woman in front of her had lost her trace.

“When?”

Looking at the woman who disappeared in front of him, Atir frowned.

The figure of the woman disappeared from him just now, and even Atir did not accurately discover the process, but only noticed it vaguely.

"It's not because of my own strength, but because of the magic circles arranged here..."

He turned around, looking around from the corner of his eyes, feeling the unique rhythm, thinking.

The power of a woman just now was only equivalent to that of a silver knight. Although her power was good, it was not much in Atir's eyes.

But when he is in this tavern, the other party can do things that the outside world cannot do. Even Atir, who is in this tavern, probably can't do anything to the other party.

"The secrets of this place seem to be much more than I thought."

Looking at the disappearing figure of the woman in front of him, holding the black crystal in his hand, Adier's eyes flashed slightly, and then turned around and walked out of the tavern.

It was not until his figure left the tavern that he lost the cover of the magic circle, and the guests in the tavern were aware of it and found his figure.

"What a cold man..."

In the hall, the woman was wearing a black maid's uniform and looked at Adier's leaving figure with a smile on her face.

"Sham, what do you want to do?"

A figure appeared behind the woman at some point, standing there quietly.
Chapter completed!