"Nine hundred and ninety-one, ninety-two...Nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand! You sister, you want to be exhausted!" A wide and thick sword that grew more than your height was inserted into the ground. The exhausted Cloxi fell softly on the soft grass and his chest was undulating. He gasped heavily. The attendant waiting beside him hurried over and brought a dry sweat towel.

I was just trying to play a few casually in the sea breeze, but I couldn't help but complete a thousand swings at a time. Clossi was really helpless with his thick nerves.

Lying on the hillside, looking at the sea that dyed the sunset red, and rested for a while, Clossi jumped up with a grass carp, drew out a thick heavy sword and inserted it behind his back. He ordered one of the servants to pack up the other things and send them back to the castle. He led the rest to walk towards the town of Leka under the hill.

In the town covered by dusk, there are many pedestrians on the main road paved with stone slabs, which is the most leisure time of the day. Because there are often merchants from other places who come to buy salt, the main roads of Laika Town are mostly taverns and hotels, and shops selling groceries. There are also temporary stalls on the roadside. The vendors are busy and peddling their own goods. The farmers and craftsmen who have worked for a day also rest at this time, squatting or standing in groups of three to three on the street to chat and spank, and discuss the quality of women who are carrying baskets in the market to choose supper materials.

Passing through the stone arch at the entrance of the town, Clossi walked towards the market. Everyone who saw him bowed his head and bowed and took the initiative to make way, but no one would take the initiative to come forward and say hello, mostly avoiding the fear in his eyes from afar.

Although the townspeople have always been like this, Clossi still feels a little unhappy. After the Rhine family has a wealth of finances, he can directly exempt the agricultural tax that he cannot collect. It is a bad idea to be a good rule! Now he looks very worthy of the audience. Although he carries a big scary sword, he is blonde, blue, pink and cute, pure and honest, whether he is bullying a man or a domineering woman. When he sees him, he wants to hide home and lock the door, just like he is a leper.

In fact, this is not a big deal for the people. Since Clossi came back from the Ghost Gate, he built bridges and roads and salt fields, which made the Rhine family, which almost finished playing, flourished. A child was a little bigger and exaggerated sword. Three or five adults were not opponents, so no one would treat him as an ordinary child. In the eyes of ordinary people, the nobles always felt a little mysterious. In addition, the ignorant people in the other world passed on the goose, so he almost said that he had horns on his head and a tail behind him. But even if he came to the town in his spare time every day in his spare time of hard practice, he would still feel much better.

Walking to a fruit stall, the stall owner was trembling after shaking his eyes. Clossi picked up a red apple, took a bite and threw it back. His arrogant and cold attitude was a kind of power in itself.

"Bah, it's really unpalatable." After saying that, he picked up another one from the pile of fruits, held it in his mouth and shook it to another stall. The guard behind him threw some money at the stall owner with a bitter face and hurriedly chased after him.

After visiting the stalls to make a lot of money, the sun almost completely set, and the originally orange-yellow sky turned into navy blue. As the servant who resisted the big bags of small bags, Clossi rubbed his yelling belly, and then gave up the plan to continue walking and walked along the road toward the exit of the town.

When passing by a hotel called "Maple Leaf", Clossi suddenly stopped, and the guards stopped. Clossi stared at the hotel for a moment, his pointed nose twitched, and his brows subconsciously frowned. Although it was not very clear, it seemed to emit a strange smell inside, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Sir." A tall guard with a blindfold on his right eye walked forward, lowered his head respectfully, and said, "It's getting late. If you don't go back, you will be worried."

The blindfolded man named Clark is one of the leaders of the Rhine family's guards. It is said that he was a mercenary before and had killed many famous swordsmen under the sword. Because he admired the combat skills of the Hundred Mans' Guards, he has followed him to play with him. It is certain that Clark has certainly had a few tricks. He is also the only swordsman who cannot defeat in one-on-one except the Hundred Mans' Guards' Commander. When Al was not here, he was responsible for Clossi's guard work.

After hearing Clark's words, Closs nodded, his eyes stopped in front of the hotel for a moment, and he moved his hands to instruct everyone to follow and continue to walk along the stone road toward the outside of the town. What exactly is it? Maybe it's just that he is too sensitive.

On a window on the second floor of the Maple Leaf Hotel, the sound of bones twisting and muscles intertwined. A pair of glowed with golden light, eyes tightened, pupils that were like beasts gradually faded away and disappeared in the darkness.

As the night became late, a maid sent a candlestick covered with a white gauze lampshade and placed it on a few tables beside the wall. The warm luster flowed silently inside. The table removed the sweet soup main course, leaving only the wine and snacks.

Clossi, who was sitting in the main seat, held his cheek, and was angry while listening to the butler's report on his recent income. The head guard sitting in his right hand carefully wiped his sword. After checking the accounts with the housekeeper, Clossi asked the head guard for some martial arts skills. It was not until the sleepy bug came up that he returned to the bedroom, and the attendant was serving him on the four-poster bed and pulled the sheets.

The practice of the whole day made him exhausted. He almost touched his head and fell asleep exhausted. It was another ordinary night. When he fell asleep, Clossi thought like this...

I don't know how long it took, but Clossi woke up the noisy discussion and panic footsteps.

He blinked and sat up on the edge of the bed. The fire in the fireplace had gone out and the light in the bedroom was a little dim. The windows were gray and the sky was not yet fully bright.

Clossi's two slender eyebrows couldn't help but frown. The servants in the castle did not have such commotion under normal circumstances after being selected and trained. In the early morning, nothing could happen.

The old saying is often said, but it is true. As expected, after a moment, the collision of armor pieces, heavy footsteps sounded from far to near, and knocking on the door, and the anxious voice of the guard captain Ar's captain came from outside the bedroom.

"Awakened? Clossi."

Putting on a coat casually, Clossi got off from the bed, opened the bedroom door and raised his eyebrows to look at the serious guard.

"Is something happening?"

"Someone in the town is dead." The guard's voice was short and low, and he seemed a little anxious.

"Oh?" Two delicate eyebrows frowned. Clossi looked up at the guard with a solemn expression. It was just that the dead man would not have made him look like this.

"It is said that the deceased has a strange condition."

"strangeness?"

In a small alley southwest of Leica Town, a male body fell deep in the alley, and dark red blood was painted everywhere on the wall and the ground. Several blood marks brought out by blood handprints seemed to tell the victim's final struggle and despair.

When Clossi followed the captain of the guards and the brigade of guards to the scene of the murder, the alley had already controlled the idle people and could not enter. Despite this, the entrance of the alley was still surrounded by three layers of the inner and outer layers, and the crowd was filled with miserable and terrifying comments and sighs.

The guards separated the crowd, and Closi followed Al into the alley. He could have not come, but he was responsible for maintaining world peace. How could the time traveler scare a body? Al didn't seem to want his most proud disciple to be too weak, so he came to the scene of the murder.

The corpse that was limped was dead there for about a while. Except for most of the blood flowing out from the corpse, it had solidified. Although there was still some blood in the air, it was not heavy. Even though he saw the victim's death, Clossi still rolled in his abdomen and had his face turned pale. If he had not had to maintain his demeanor in front of his subordinates and covered his mouth with his hands, he would have spit out yesterday's dinner and bile.

The victim's face was distorted, and the final stage of his life was probably tormented by great fear and pain. He opened his eyes and seemed to be about to burst. He had never seen the dead man before, but the state of death made him extremely calm. Despite this, he forced himself to take two steps forward.

Al glanced at the disciple and nodded slightly. He tucked up the cloak that might have been dirty, drove away the mosquitoes and flies that were buzzing around him, and slowly squatted on the wounds of the corpse with his hands fiddling and checking something.

As time passed, Al's face became more and more gloomy. He raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself: "All the internal organs have disappeared, and there are still this scar..."

Although Al's voice was not loud, clever and clear-eyed Clossi still heard it clearly, and he couldn't help but swallow. It was not fun to find something that loved the internal organ collection enthusiasts in his territory.

Swipe the blood on his hands, Al stood up, his expression becoming more gloomy than ever before.

"Captain Clark!"

When he heard his old friend call him for his official position, his tall one-eyed head walked forward two steps, stroked his right hand and stood attentive.

"Ass you, Chief Guard."

"From now until you catch the evil man who committed the murder in the town, the guards around the Lord must be at least ten, and you must stay by the Lord at all times, do you understand!" Al pursed his lips tightly, staring at the one-eyed head and his expression was serious, as if he knew something.

"Respect your orders, Chief Guard!" He bowed to Al again, and the one-eyed leader walked to the guards, yelling with his throat: "The First Team..."

Don't worry, how Clark arranged the staff, Al walked straight to Clossi, with a serious expression and said solemnly: "It seems to be a little troublesome. Please stay in the castle before everything is over and try not to come out..."

Clossi's two thin eyebrows were tightly together, not because Al's arbitrary behavior made him unhappy. The reason was that under the cover of blood, he also smelled another strange smell that seemed familiar. Although it was not very clear, it did exist, it was a smell that made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it...

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Chapter completed!