On the black street, amid the screams of black crows, a group of people stepped onto this land that had been stained with blood.

The pair of feet wearing cowhide boots melted the blood and sewage, and the blood splattered with blood.

Those people had a tattoo of a dragon head holding a sword on their chests and arms, both big and small.

You don’t need to guess what you can tell. This is the most notorious gang in the south of Black Street and the symbol of the Dragon Hunting Gang.

The leader of the Dragon Hunter Gang, the dragon hunter Finch, brought his troops to the scene, but the scene was no longer the same as Celia left.

The cowhide boots, belts, vests and other clothes on the feet of the three bodies have been looted.

There was only a bare underwear left on his body, and nothing else was gone, but everyone had already become accustomed to it.

After all, they have never seen even more cruel things. The eyes, limbs, and internal organs are worth a copper coin when purchasing a merchant.

These poor people in the black street can make you clear. As for whether they are disgusting or not, they don’t care about these things.

As long as you earn copper and eat black bread, it will be paradise for these people.

However, there are only a few such people on the black street, otherwise the order of the black street in Carando would not be like this, and it would only be worse.

But they still worried that these three corpses were from the Dragon Hunting Gang, and they did not do anything more ruthlessly, leaving Finch a little bit of face.

Finch is a strong man with a strong figure, looking like he was twenty-seven or eight years old, with hundreds of healing scars on his naked body.

The longest and deepest scars are three three-point brown scars from the right chest to the lower abdomen and navel.

Anyone who understands it understands it. This is the source of the title of Fincher Dragon Hunter, which is caused by the third-level two-legged flying dragon.

But now I am still amazed when I see them because they can't imagine that Finch was injured like this.

How did he survive and bring the dragon head back to Carando.

However, Finch, who had no right-hand man in the past, had a man in gray robe in the back of his body, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

These are what the Dragon Hunting Gang trustees who have always claimed to be the people around Finch, and they seem to appear overnight.

They could only occasionally hear hoarse voices from their black robes to judge, like an elderly woman.

The black robe leaked out, which was a pair of thin, dry hands, which further proved this fact.

The hands were covered with bones, and there was no trace of flesh and blood.

The folds are layered, as if they are molted.

The elderly spots were also densely packed together, and the patient was terribly afraid and said he was uncomfortable when he saw it.

But what made them even more uncomfortable was that the sound of the dragon hunter Finch's rough mine reached his ears, like thunder, which made them all shudder.

"Does anyone know who did this!"

I looked up and saw the extremely gloomy and familiar face and the fierce look.

Obviously, this dragon hunter is obviously on the verge of anger. If he is not careful, he will be furious.

Finch was full of anger now. He was in a pretty good mood in the morning.

After all, anyone who sees things complete smoothly will be comfortable and relaxed.

Originally, he wanted to ask his men to go to the tavern in the trade zone to relax and have fun for himself. After so long, he still had to vent his anger...

But he didn't expect that he would walk out of the secret warehouse and be told that someone was murdering someone on the black street.

It is normal to kill people in the black street, but the one who died was from the Dragon Hunting Gang and his cousin, which made Finch a little furious.

I have kept my low profile over the years and have not taken action. There are really rats who dare to come forward to test me.

However, what was reported to him was the silence of his subordinates, and no one knew who committed the crime.

Originally, the three of them had a temporary idea and did not tell others about their goals.

And at that time, most people on the Black Street were still sleeping, and Celia's solution was very fast.

There was no commotion at all. This incident was like a slight inconspicuous splash on the wide lake, and no one cared about it.

"Boss...we heard that the group of people in the West Corner were holding our clothes in their hands, maybe asking them for questions?"

Someone asked tentatively.

The west corner is a wasteland in the black street, but it has been occupied by a group of Nomu people recently. It is said that a group of fugitives, civilians and women came from across the sea.

A few people are like soldiers and usually work in the dock area.

Occasionally, I would go out of the city to take on tasks, but they were all short and would not stay outside for more than a day.

He also rarely interacts with gangs on the Black Street.

Their leader was also a burly man holding a huge broken sword, taller than Finch, and like a bear.

"No, they probably didn't do it, but you can ask and remember to have a better attitude."

Finch's anger subsided slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

If it was really done by the Noma, then he had no choice.

Although the burly man looked dull, he was like a madman when he started, and exchanged injuries for injuries. Even if he could win in the end, both sides would be injured. He always kept a distance from such people.

Besides, these days, the Noma people are just as lawful as they stay in the west corner and have no intention of expanding their territory.

In addition to the black street, there are a group of people who have killed everyone, but these are all harmless trivial matters, and Finch can tolerate them.

"The element with traces of spells has condensed here...it should be killed by a spellcaster."

A hoarse voice came into Finch's ears, which was the sound made by the man in black.

At this time, she was already at the entrance of the alley, squatting and looking at the traces on the ground. There was exactly where Celia had been.

After hearing this, Finch was a little lost in his mind. Spell?

Where did the caster come from in the Black Street?

However, when he heard the old woman's words, his face changed slightly, he walked forward with a big strode and asked in a low voice.

"It's not for us, right? The ceremony has just completed the preparation work, and the caster comes... It's a bit strange. Lord Vimil, should the ceremony be slow?... It's inappropriate if it attracts the temple..."

He has now thrown the lives of three subordinates behind him, and what he cares more about is the behavioral target of the sudden caster.

There was some concern in his voice, and there was another meaning behind his suspicion.

"No, it seems that it's just a passing spellcaster, but you still have to find a more hidden place to hold the ceremony. It's really inconvenient for your warehouse."

The woman in black robe named Vimil said lightly, looking at Finch's somewhat panicked face, and comforted her loudly again.

"Don't be afraid, the paladins in the temple will not easily set foot on the black streets, because they enter the capital of freedom, and the first one they don't allow are the noble masters in the noble area."

"There are no less evil spirits on them than those of us cultists."

There was a few jokes in his hoarse voice, and he obviously didn't take this matter to heart.

Hearing Vimil's words, Finch finally let down his hanging heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, Lord Vimil, the next batch of goods, if nothing unexpected happens, it will arrive in three months."

"At that time, we will go to the next stage in the sewer."

“It just so convenient, isn’t it?”

Finch seemed to be pointing something, and Vimil nodded after hearing this, agreeing.

"Well, just take the sewer. It's really suitable there, but it's a bit of trouble to transport that batch of goods......"

Vermeer wanted to speak but stopped.

"When the time comes, there will be no one left."

But after hearing this, Finch patted her chest and assured her.

"Then it's settled."

After Vimil finished speaking, he got up and said lightly.

"Let's go. Since we are the spellcaster, we should not provoke him recently. If we really come to us, it will not be too late to say that at that time."

"Um."

Finch nodded helplessly and said, naturally he understood this principle.

Even if Vimil didn't say it, he didn't plan to take revenge after knowing that it was the caster.

The only one who can defeat the caster is the caster.

......

sewer.

Nina carefully crawled out of the abandoned pipe, with black and blue moss blocks on her hands.

However, under Nina's dark vision, she saw the familiar and unfamiliar architectural scenes on the dry river, and the accumulation of garbage.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally came back.

This trip made Nina's experience feel more exciting than the past year, and almost forgot why she came here. After all, what she is best at is going back to the original channel.

I don’t know if Mr. Gordon was anxious to wait for so long.

Nina thought.

She jumped gently from the pipe, took a few more steps, and went down to the dry river. In order to avoid stepping on the sludge, she looked for a place to settle down from the garbage everywhere.

Soon, Nina jumped back to her residence where she was sleeping this morning, and the small space under the ruins of scrap stones and wood piled up.

The broken door panel was the bed she and Gotton yesterday.

However, after Nina entered the narrow space, her heart suddenly sank.

Mr. Gorton, who was blocking her wind in the morning, was the black young dragon that was only half her body.

Disappeared!
Chapter completed!