Anthony stared at the ceiling. The guys who kept asking him questions when he was dizzy had left for a while. The dizziness was finally lifted, and the hp bar in the upper left corner of his vision began to slowly recover. Anthony finally felt like he had survived the disaster.

"I almost died." Anthony murmured involuntarily, suddenly being chased by a masked man, and suddenly a notorious "mad dog" came out.

"Mr. Anthony, are you awake?" Anthony looked in the voice, Simoken rubbed his eyes, while her other green eye looked at Anthony, who seemed to be dozing off just now.

"Ah...well." Anthony felt his throat dry. He struggled to get up. The wound on his head was still hurting, and the dizziness had not completely left, but it was much better. At least he could move freely now.

"Isn't it okay to move around like this?" Ximoken asked with some concern, then she handed over a cup, Anthony reached out to take it and took a sip, and found that it was clear water. "I think it's better for you to rest for a while, after all, you're hurting your head."

"Don't look at me like this, I'm also a mercenary," Anthony smiled at Simoken, "Don't worry, it's okay."

Then he looked in the room, "Where are the Alps?"

"I don't know very well. They walked out not long after I came up with a glass of wine. Mr. Joel put on the mask. Lord Al was silent. Only Mr. Feiyu's face was a little nervous. He didn't tell me if I asked him." Ximoken showed a worried look, "I'm the only one who might be doing something dangerous."

Dangerous things...? This surprised Anthony. After learning about the information about the Beggar Brotherhood and the Black Tree Party from Feiyu, he kept thinking about the connection between them, and did not notice what the three of them were communicating. Perhaps it was also the negative effect of vertigo. Anthony lay in bed for a while and fell into a "false dizziness". He was completely unaware of what happened outside, but his consciousness was still clear. When he was freed from the false dizziness, the three people were gone.

Where did they go? Anthony thought in confusion. "Who has been here when I was in a coma?" Anthony asked at Simoken.

"Yes, let me think about it." Ximoken thought for a while, "Two ladies in red and blue cloaks have been here. They seem to be very powerful. Lord Al and Mr. Feiyu are both very respectful of them. One of them is wearing a red leather hat with big white feathers, and the other one is wearing a hood. Both of them are pretty beauties! Why do such people go to be mercenaries..." Ximoken showed a confused expression, and then she immediately explained to Anthony nervously, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm not looking down on mercenaries... I just... I think mercenaries are very respectable professions!"

"Well, I understand." Anthony nodded slightly, not caring about Simoken's panic. He handed back the cup in his hand to Simoken, "Can you help me prepare some food and drink first? No need to go downstairs immediately." As he said that, he gave Simoken another silver coin.

"Yes." Ximoken stood up and walked towards the exit, but when she walked to the door, she turned around with some concern and asked, "Is it okay for you to go downstairs alone? Don't you need me to help me or something?"

"Hmm? Ah, don't worry, there's no problem at all!" Anthony smiled thankfully to Simoken. Anthony couldn't help but think of Joel. The rumored incident in the city about the "cheater" fighting the boss alone, it seems that it must find time to talk to him. This is a very important thing.

After Ximoken left, the smile on Anthony's face disappeared immediately. Those guys... If they were right, they should have rushed up to kick the Black Tree Party's door, right? Although Anthony felt very pleased with their idea of ​​helping him stand out, would their behavior alarm? Anthony, who had planned to investigate secretly from the beginning, was very worried about this. What if he disturbed the "wizard" now?

No, no, Anthony suddenly felt that he was too underestimating the two guys Joel and the Alps. If Meka and Kassba had already been here, they were likely to have found the Black Tree Party stronghold with the help of Meka. After all, Meka can get NPC assistance with the "special investigation order", and it should be easy to find their stronghold. When Meka was discussing the matter with him that day, Joel was also next to him. He knew about the matter, he would not want to cause trouble for Anthony, right? After all, Joel and the Alps were cautious. Anthony had long seen the caution of Joel and the Alps. When he just came to Golden Falls, it was the two of them who acted.

And if Meca is helping by the side, they should not interfere with Anthony's investigation. It would be better to say that they may even bring unexpected clues to Anthony.

After thinking about this, Anthony immediately stood up and said, "You can't be left behind by these guys." Anthony thought so and then pushed open the door and walked out, but ended up running into someone who was about to enter the door.

"Oson?" Anthony was stunned, "What are you doing here?"

...

"Stop! Stop! We will answer! So you stop!" A man finally couldn't stand the cruel and bloody torture method of Joel and Feiyu screamed out.

"Bastard! If the brothers know that we have spoken..." Another man shouted at his accomplices in even more horror.

"Who cares about them! I'm going to die now!" The terrified prisoner roared back again. In addition to the smell of stench and dust, the entire narrow cellar was filled with their nervous gasps and screams.

"It's so noisy." Joel sighed, then took a step forward, kicking the broken limb at his feet away, and then continued to walk forward, "Who are you talking first?" he asked hoarsely, the flames of the lanterns in his hand set off his mask incredibly terrifying, but he himself was completely unconscious.

"I! I!" the man who begged for mercy at the beginning rushed to shout, his voice was also broken by himself, but even so his voice was much better than Joel's. "I, I just want to ask one question first! If you answer me, I will tell you everything I know!"

Joel frowned, but because he was wearing a mask, these people couldn't see it, so he said patiently: "Ask."

"Who told you about our affairs with the Brotherhood?"

Joel looked at the man's eyes, and he widened his eyes, and under the faint light of fire, he could still see his faint red light. The man's face seemed a little ferocious, but his voice could not hear a threatening tone, and he was more afraid. So Joel just turned around and looked at Feiyu, and then Feiyu was stunned and walked up.

When the flying fish walked into the range of fire, the man immediately stared at the flying fish.

"It's you!" The man seemed to recognize the flying fish."

Feiyu obviously recognized that person. "Oh, it's you." Feiyu said coldly, "I'm really destined to be together." However, Feiyu's voice was not happy at all, but it had some threatening meaning. After all, he is playing such a role now.

"He told you?" The man looked at Joel again.

Joel nodded slightly.

"Let him leave!" the man said to Joel, "As long as he leaves, I will tell you what I know!"

"Don't be too arrogant!" Feiyu said with some dissatisfaction.

"Flying fish, you go up first," Joel said softly, "If you need you, I will call you down," then Joel looked at the man again, "If he told us nonsense, I will kill him." Joel saw the man swallowing at his mask, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay." Although Feiyu was a little dissatisfied, he climbed out of the cellar along the stairs. At this moment, only Joel, Alps and the six prisoners of the Black Tree Party were left in the dim cellar.

When the flying fish climbed to the cellar exit, the man shouted at him again: "Don't stand at the cellar door! Leave this house!"

"You guy!" Feiyu, who had just crawled out, immediately shouted angrily at the cellar, but Joel spoke to stop him just before he cursed.

"Do what he said." Joel said lightly.

Then they could hear the flying fish cursing and gradually fading away.

The Alps looked up at the exit of the cellar above, and could not tell from the light whether anyone was standing outside. Then when the sound of flying fish was completely inaudible, he looked at the man, and he walked to Joel, "Why let him leave?"

"because……"

"You guy! Do you want to kill us?!" The man's companion suddenly shouted, and then he tried to stand up, "If the brothers knew that we had betrayed them, we would end up even more terrible than death!"

Joel kicked the man again, then handed the lantern to the Alps, walked forward, punched the prisoner who was lying on the ground, and the sound of something breaking made several other prisoners present gasp. The man also let out a dull scream, and Joel obviously punched his nose.

Then Joel drew out the black sword. Although there was no sound, the fire reflected on the blade was still noticed. "Whoever dares to interrupt him next time will cut his tongue." Joel's unquestionable voice made the others shut their mouths honestly. Then Joel pointed the prisoner with his sword, "You keep going."

"Yes, yes," the man also felt the existence of the sword blade, so he cleared his throat before speaking, for fear that Joel would suddenly hurt him because he didn't hear any of his words. "Because, because, ache, because some of you... Some of you became traitors."

Joel and the Alps were both stunned, and then they looked at each other. "What does it mean?!" Alps squatted down and asked in a low voice, "You should lower your voice, too."

"Ahem, yes," the prisoner said nervously, as if he was afraid of something, and the others stared at him with wide eyes, fearing that he would say the wrong thing, "because, because our connection with the Brotherhood has always been through our boss..."

"Seve?" Joel pronounced this name that he disliked. He knew it from Anthony. This guy almost killed him, and even made him branded by the goddess of disaster.

"No, it's Marty, he became our boss after Sevi." The man said nervously, "because of his relationship with the Brotherhood, no one dared to object to him becoming our boss."

"Where is he now?" Alps asked in a deep voice.

"He's dead," the man said in a low voice, "he was killed in his room that day after meeting one of your mercenaries, and he had never left that room before that."

"After meeting a mercenary?" Alps looked at the man in confusion, "Who?"

"I don't know him, he was wearing a cloak and a hood. He left shortly after he came. The boss told us not to pursue his identity," the man paused, "but he didn't expect that our boss would be killed soon."

"How did your boss die?" Joel asked in a deep voice.

"I was shot and killed in the room," the man replied, "he has been recovering from the injury of the crossbow."

"Cross Bow?" Joel frowned.

"Yes, Crossbow, he was attacked with a Crossbow while he was going to carry out the mission arranged by Sevi." The man nodded.

"Who killed your boss?" Alps asked again.

The man was silent.

"Who is it?" Joel asked again in a more stern tone.

"It's the guy just now." The man raised his head, "It's the guy just now! It's the guy holding a bow and arrow!"

Joel and the Alps looked at each other again.

"There is a traitor among you," the man smiled sarcastically when he saw that Joel and Alps did not speak, "He contacted the Brotherhood through us, and the Wizard..."

"Do you know the wizard?" Joel's heart sterned. He walked forward and put the sword on the man's neck, "Tell me everything you know."

"Hey, hey hey." But the man was laughing. At first, he just laughed in a low voice, and then he turned into laughter, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Hey!" Joel frowned, no, something was wrong.

"It's a wizard! It's that wizard!" Suddenly, the others screamed in extreme horror, "Hurry! Stay away from him! Stay away from him!" All the people tied up struggled to get up and stay away from the laughing person.

Joel kicked the man over and then quickly retreated, while Alps decisively held up his shield and blocked Joel and the prisoner who had become laughing wildly.

Suddenly, a sound of flesh and blood exploding, followed by the flesh and blood mixed with bone fragments exploding, jingling on the iron shield and armor that hit the Alps, while the other prisoners were not so lucky, and screams echoed throughout the narrow and dirty cellar.

...

"Oh, it's Feiyu who is afraid that someone will attack you again, so I will act as your temporary bodyguard." Orson said with a calm face.

"This is really rare. It can make you, a busy man, take so much time." Anthony said, pulling the corner of his mouth, then took another sip of the warm fruit wine that Simoken prepared for him, and then took a bite of the boiled egg that had been peeled.

"It's true," Orson shrugged, "but I finally felt much more relaxed after the president came back. But it's not bad to be able to have a temporary holiday, and I'm not just here to be your bodyguard."

"Oh? Did Barolwu ask you to discuss something with me?" Anthony asked after swallowing half of the boiled egg in his mouth.

"Well, it's about the strategy dungeon." Orson nodded and replied, then he pressed forward, "We have found a way to sneak into the church, but the real implementation is still completely clue. After all, diving in is only the first step, and the strategy dungeon is the top priority."

"How many people have you gathered?" Anthony asked.

"In addition to our guild people, more than 60 players without guilds have signed up. This number may be increased after the Duke opens the city gate and allows the army and mercenaries to enter the city. It is expected that more than 100 players, or even more players, can be recruited to guide the dungeons."

"Can you make up for the quality by quantity?" Anthony nodded. Although this is not the best way to guide the copy, it is the most suitable method at present.

"After all, we know nothing about the situation in the dungeon," Orson said, pausing, "Did that guy tell you other details?"

Is that guy… referring to Joel? “No, no,” Anthony replied, “but I will go back to find him after that, and I will share with you the information I know.”

"It's really great," Orson smiled, but he looked at Anthony again, "Actually... there are some other things..."

"Huh? What?" Anthony looked at him in confusion.

"Actually..." He sorted out his tone and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's actually like that. The president hopes that you will be responsible for the command of the team in the strategy copy."

"Ha? Has Barrowf's bald head been kicked by the monster?" Anthony immediately showed a dissatisfied expression.

As expected, Osen exclaimed. "Well... no, he said at least he had to let you serve as the staff of the strategy team," Osen said hesitantly, because he really didn't expect Anthony's reaction to be so great, although he had heard from Barrowf, "After all, we have no chance of failure this time."

Anthony fell silent, he picked up the wine glass and took another sip, as if he was dissatisfied.

"Please think about it." Orson replied, "The city gate will open tomorrow. We want to start the strategy copy in three days. Please give us a reply before that time. Of course, our Iron Chain Knights will not disappoint you." As Orson said, he stood up.

"So, now that you're awake," he said, looking towards the entrance of the tavern, "and someone is coming to you, and I don't have to act as a bodyguard for you."
Chapter completed!