Joel pulled Hemi to hide in the stable. He had no time to count how many people had arrived in total. However, the snow in front of the pub was already full of horses. He held torches and flew off the horses one after another. They were silent, and the only sound was the sound of one of the stout men kicking open the door of the pub.

Joel took advantage of the fact that they had not found themselves and wanted to take the horses away from the stable, but he did not expect that the mercenary who had been beaten to the abdomen and fell to the ground when he got up, and was seen by several people guarding the tavern door. Joel found that the people with steady steps were walking towards the mercenary, and his eyes also looked in the direction of the stable. At the same time, they noticed something and accelerated their pace.

When they arrived, Joel had already handed the lantern to Hemi and let her hide under the cloak. Hemi pulled Hemi and hid under the wooden fence of the stable. The hand under the cloak silently pulled out the black sword at his waist to "silence". The horses in the stable seemed to notice his movements and breathed uneasy.

The interface of the "backpack" appeared in front of the fingers of his other hand, and several crossbows with good arrows in the "backpack" were quietly listed next to it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man in front asked the mercenary who was coughing while covering his stomach. He spoke in a silence and showed a sense of sophistication. This guy was a little bit unsimple. Joel thought about it, and he knew that there were many wanted criminals in the Beggar Brotherhood who were wanted in the south, and these guys were not fuel-efficient.

What to do? Do you want to take Hemi directly to rush out on a horse? Joel thought quickly in his mind. No, no, he frowned and thought that they all had horses, and they seemed to be prepared, and maybe they had crossbows. Doing so might hurt Hemi. And even if he rushed to the city gate, the guards there might not let them go.

Just as Joel hid in the stable and was thinking about various countermeasures, the mercenary stood up, holding the wall with one hand, obviously still breathing heavily.

"What are you asking?" the man asked in dissatisfaction, but after he reached a certain distance, he did not get close to the mercenary anymore.

"What do you do?" the mercenary replied in a irritable tone, and at the same time, one of his hands was held onto the hilt of the sword around his waist. The men who were approaching him looked at each other, and one of them spitted and wanted to rush forward, but were stopped by the man in front.

The man looked in Joel's direction, and Joel immediately retracted his head and hid in the shadow. He was not sure whether the man had seen him, but he knew that the other party must have become suspicious.

What should I do if this fierce battle is inevitable? Joel was thinking about the order to kill those people.

After the man stopped his companion, he glared at the mercenary fiercely, then turned around and walked back to the open space in front of the tavern, but the man said to the mercenary: "Be careful when speaking, snake cub. Otherwise, I promise that the guards will definitely curse when they find your body tomorrow."

The mercenary's actions surprised Joel. He pulled out the iron sword on his waist, and shouted fiercely at the few people without fear as if he had drunk strong wine: "Then I can guarantee that they will never give you a good face when they find your corpse!"

Yes, he showed the qualities that many mercenaries have - the qualities of real outlaws.

And those people were also silent because of his performance.

Yes, few people can be as fierce as most mercenaries - they are really not afraid of death.

After knowing that they would not be truly killed - at least they believed so firmly - Joel gradually understood why they were so brave. Because their life was like a game to them, they called themselves "players". Life and death were just like the winning or losing of the game in the eyes of many of them. Although it is important to them, it will not really harm them.

Several other people also walked away from the mercenary holding the sword, while the man asked after a moment of silence: "Have you seen anyone pass by here?"

"I did not answer your obligation." The mercenary replied coldly.

The man pursed his lips again, and Joel could tell from his voice that he was talking patiently: "I can give you money, as long as you tell me which direction the two of them left."

Seeing that the mercenary did not answer, the man immediately asked, "Hmm? What do you really know?"

The mercenary let out a breath, and the snow was still falling. He raised his eyes and looked at the man and replied word by word: "I don't know."

The man seemed to have lost his patience, and he turned his head and shouted at the two who had walked away, "Hey! You two go to the stable to see!"

Joel noticed that the mercenary glanced at the stable, and the two ordered people walked slowly over the mercenary. Their hands were holding the handle of the weapon at their waists, and looked at the mercenary with bad eyes, as if threatening him.

What should I do? Joel was holding the black sword and began to get a little irritated. He really didn't want to do it here anymore. After all, he still had to wait until tomorrow to go to the market to purchase the food required for his journey. If there was a conflict here, he would definitely get into a lot of trouble like when he was in Lengshi Town again.

Thinking of this, Joel pulled Hemi and asked her to hide beside him. The two of them leaned against the wooden wall of the stable and lowered their breathing sound. Because there was only a torch that was about to be extinguished in the stable, it was very dark. The two men walked to the door of the stable, raised the lantern in their hands and looked inside.

"There are four horses, just like the boy Fandu said." One of the two men replied loudly, "It seems that those two people have not left yet."

"Look carefully," the man standing in front of the mercenary replied in a deep voice, "I heard that man's head is worth a bag of gold in Jinhu City."

"Ha, Dean Killer, right?" The man standing in front of the stable laughed and then sniffed, then touched his almost frozen snot, "Damn it, I'm so cold!"

Although he said this, the two men took off the weapons at their waists and walked into the stable carefully.

"Hey! Killer, if you are here, I have to make it clear to you first!" The person who walked into the stable shouted loudly, "I am a person who takes money to do business, but I am not a mercenary. I will not die for the little money to go to the Red Gaw Tab, so you'd better not do anything random!"

"Our boss just wants to talk to you and that little girl, we are very friendly!" another man shouted.

At the same time, the man stared at the mercenary, "I remember you, boy." The man said to him with a threatening meaning.

But the mercenary seemed to disagree. He frowned, then looked at the two people who walked into the stable and asked, "Who are they looking for? Did I hear the little girl just now?"

"It's not your business," the man replied coldly, "You'd better take care of yourself, or I think you'll probably not see next spring."

At this time, someone came out of the tavern. It was the one who started kicking the door and was bloated. He had a loud voice, as if he had drunk wine: "Boss, the hotel owner said that the two people had left!"

The man frowned and said, "But in the stable-"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the shouts from the stables: "Hey! Who are you-"

"Damn it! You-ah-"

Then there was no sound of horses neighing or lantern breaking in the stable. The man and his subordinates immediately pulled out their weapons, but the man immediately found that the mercenary was gone at this moment. A bright fire light appeared in the stable. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the stable, but he was almost stabbed by a crossbow arrow shot out of the stable.

He stopped suddenly, and then saw a figure riding on the horse's back and a face as gloomy as white bones illuminated by fire. It was as terrifying as a bone crawling out of the tomb. The eyes with black holes on their face looked at the man, and then the shadow immediately pulled the reins and drove the horse out from the other side of the stable.

The neighing and screaming of horses from the stable led to the people in the tavern. After they found that the stable was on fire, they immediately followed and helped to put out the fire. The crowd of people watching the fun blocked the man who wanted to chase people on horseback. He and his subordinates threatened to yell at them, but when they rode on the horse, the figure disappeared.

The man's face was gloomy and then ordered his subordinates to search for those who had fled on horseback. He immediately set off to report what happened here to the beggar's son.

...

"You killed them?" Hemi, who was holding Joel's waist, asked nervously.

"No, no." Joel replied in a deep voice, his eyes always looking at the snow-covered road ahead. At this moment, he had to be very cautious. If the guards saw it, there might be trouble. He had to find a safe place as soon as possible.

"But the stables are on fire," said Hemi worriedly, "maybe they will be burned to death."

"No, they won't die." Joel replied in a cold tone.

He didn't care about the lives of the two men at all, but Hemi would be uneasy about it. Because he knew that this would happen, Joel had no intention of killing them at the beginning. Joel just knocked them over and did not kill him. He lit the stable just to delay them. The fire in the stable could not be burned and would definitely be put out soon.

"Where are we going next?" Hemi asked uneasy.

Joel did not answer. Before they left the stable, the mercenary rushed into the stable and told them to go to the church, and he said he was waiting for them there if Joel believed he could help. After that, the mercenary quickly fled out from another exit of the stable.

Near the church? Joel looked up, and in the dark he could not determine the direction of the church.

He slowed down the horse's running speed and looked ahead. He had unknowingly returned to the gate. He looked back and saw that the people had not yet caught up with him, so he drove the horse toward the gate. "Don't make a sound." Joel said softly to Hemi behind him, and the little girl nodded and responded in a low voice.

When he approached the door, the guards holding a spear in his arms frowned and asked, "Are you going out?"

Joel did not answer immediately, because he noticed that the door of the tower on the side of the city gate was wide open, and warm fire came from inside. Several guards wrapped in cloaks and holding weapons, looking at him suspiciously. He remembered that the door there was closed when he came in.

Who are they waiting for?

"No, no." Joel replied before the guards' suspicion became heavier, "We were just looking for a place to live. Do you know what places to live nearby?"

The guards' brows were slightly relieved, and the guards in the tower heard Joel's words and walked into the tower from the door and sat back next to the warm brazier.

"There are still iron lanterns hanging in the town now. But at this time, except for a few taverns and hotels, only brothels are closed." The guard replied impatiently.

Joel nodded, then reached out and handed a copper plate to the guards and said, "Thank you very much."

The guard naturally took the copper plate without hesitation, then waved to Joel to drive him away: "The city gate is closed, I'm going out and come again tomorrow!"

Joel didn't continue to talk to him, and immediately turned his head and walked towards the town.

"Someone of them has followed." Hemi, who was sitting behind Joel, whispered to him.

Joel replied without looking back: "I know."

...

Ronnie held his chest with his hands, his cloak and thick wool sweater could resist the cold well, but his face could only be covered with a scarf, and the hood blocked most of the wind and snow. After the hot air exhaled from his mouth and nose cooled, he felt very sticky and uncomfortable.

No matter what, it would be uncomfortable to stand outside the house in winter nights. Ronnie thought depressedly, so why should I stand in such a place? Ronnie could hardly feel her feet, and her knees were frozen, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Her abdomen was warm because of the wine I had drunk in the tavern before. When he thought of this, he reached out and touched his abdomen. The punch of the man wearing a mask made him feel very uncomfortable.

Although that punch made Ronnie very annoyed, Ronnie hated the Beggar Brotherhood more than that irritable man. During the period of staying in Sentinel Town, he had had more than one or two frictions with them. The mercenaries were rejected by the locals in Sentinel Town. Ronnie learned that this was because the people in Sentinel Town thought they were "descendants of the king's army", so they felt an inexplicable sense of pride, so they usually treated mercenaries with bad reputations.

Bah, he was so stupid. Ronnie thought disdainfully, but he had to admit that he had been rolled a lot of eyes in Sentinel Town because of this stupid idea. He had always planned to leave Sentinel Town, but as a lone wolf player, traveling alone after winter was coming is a very dangerous thing. Other players in the town did not want to return to the south, and the road to the north was extremely dangerous in winter, so they could only wait for the end of winter before heading to the Golden Waterfalls in the north.

So Ronnie was trapped in Sentinel Town. Although new players would arrive in Sentinel Town from time to time, they all wanted to go to the north, but because they were afraid of the natives of the Valley of Snow and Wind, they chose Sentinel Town to temporarily station and wait for the end of winter.

Until today, Ronnie finally waited for the people who wanted to go south to arrive at Sentinel Town, and the other party actually came from Golden Falls, which made Ronnie extremely excited. Unexpectedly, he was beaten up.

What was going on? Ronnie thought in confusion that the person was following... it seemed like a little girl? Speaking of the north and the little girl, wasn't the saint of Lengshi Town immediately thinking about it? Ronnie saw someone discussing the saint of Jin Falls on the forum, and the craftsman player who claimed to be from Shifu Castle replied: "That's indeed a saint, even the dragon is protecting her."

However, the end of the post said that the so-called "saint" was rescued from the dragon and lost its trace. It was said that he had left Jinshui City.

No matter what, the little man who followed the man was very suspicious, right? Ronnie thought to himself. But it seemed that the little man showed no sign of coercion. It would be better to say that the masked man was still protecting the little man, and even letting that Fan approach him (her?).

Maybe it was the cause of the mission? Ronnie shook his head. No matter what, as long as he could follow him and leave this damn place, I'll talk about other things at that time.

But... when he thought of this, Ronnie raised his head, looked at both ends of the street, and finally looked up and saw the spire of the church not far ahead.

Because sacred trees are worshipped in the church, the church is built in all parts of the kingdom. The people in charge of the construction must be sent by the church. No matter what the architectural style of the city is, the style of the church will almost never change.

When did that guy come? Ronnie thought depressedly, would that guy come? Ronnie could feel that the person was a very suspicious and very alert person. Although Ronnie knew that he would not trust him, he must know that Ronnie was the best choice to help him at the moment.

In order not to disappoint him, Ronnie also thought about plans after leaving the stable. Ronnie is a perfectionist. Although he knew that many of the things he did were not perfect, he never gave up on pursuing the best. He began to build plans based on his memory and experience in Sentinel Town.

He knew that the man brought the little man to Sentinel Town in the wind and snow to buy food, but they seemed to be targeted by the Beggar Brotherhood, so it might be extremely difficult for them to buy food alone.

I need to appear at this time, but I am not a bad person who only knows how to do good deeds. Although people often say this to me, I also have the conditions and care about the rewards.

Ronnie had already thought of several plans. He couldn't wait to discuss the shortcomings and problems of these plans with the masked man, but that guy never showed up.

Damn, I wouldn't have been ignored again, right? Ronnie thought irritably, the cold made him more and more anxious, and the wind and snow were getting heavier.

He suddenly found someone coming towards him, and the wind and snow covered the sound of horse hooves, so he didn't notice their arrival until he saw the fire. Just when he thought it was the man who had finally arrived, he found that the person he seemed not to be waiting for - their number was a little wrong.

Ronnie immediately hid in the alley. He did not light up the lantern, so that he could hide faster under this situation. After all, he offended the Beggar Brotherhood people again, so it is always right to be careful.

The rider was running through the street with a torch, and at the same time, he was looking left and right on the horse's back, as if looking for something. In order not to be discovered, Ronnie retreated deep into the alley, but unexpectedly bumped into something.

It was a human. He realized immediately, and was so scared that he was about to scream, but a hand with leather gloves covered his mouth, while a cold sword blade pressed against his throat.

"Who are you?" Ronnie asked when he heard the man's hoarse and ugly voice.
Chapter completed!