Yin Hong

Yawen watched him pull out the dagger calmly, as if ready to rush out at any time, but still stood there looking at himself with expectant eyes, and finally promised him: "When I get back to Jerez, I can Let you go to the Wilken Chamber of Commerce and take whatever you want without touching our bottom line. What do you think of such a reward?"

Hearing what he said, Sanssel immediately raised the corners of his lips happily, "Deal."

After Sancerre went out, Yawen lay quietly on his back on the bed for a while, then remembered the driver who was traveling with him, so he turned over and got up, ready to check his safety.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a more clearly discernible sound of fighting, mixed with a few words of abuse from unknown sources. Yawen took a few steps outside, hiding in the shadows and poking his head to look at the scene in the hall.

A few short women dressed as servants were crouching shyly in the corner, their eyelashes and cheeks trembling together, their hands were holding their heads, and they didn't even dare to open their eyes, like a few mice who saw a cat, curled up cautiously The feeling of being in your own cave.The rest of the boys looked quite calm, but they also looked terrified. They stood cautiously together with their eyes wide open, always on guard against this group of domineering people.

The most eye-catching one is John Merrill, who is being held by a robber with a knife on his neck. He is slumping on a chair with limp limbs, his face is as pale as a smear on the wall, and his mouth is half open. , The saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth without any self-knowledge, his eyes were full of fear and timidity, as if he had already decided that the knife would eventually sweep down his neck.

But the robber who was holding him up had a calm expression on his face, and was leisurely asking him about the whereabouts of the money in his house.

Sancere went out through the window, he is not in the hall now, he should still be dealing with the robbers who stayed outside the house.

Yawen was not sure whether these servants who were driven to the corner were picked out of the room one by one. He was a little curious why these people didn't find him.However, after listening to a few words of threats from the rough man wearing a turban, he walked back to the corridor and gently pushed open the door of the driver's room.

The coachman was obviously awakened by the movement outside. He was taken aback by Yawen who suddenly pushed the door and walked in. He finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing clearly who it was.

Yawen made a silent gesture to him, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, trying to avoid making any noise.

"First...Mr. Bonardi Duran," the coachman asked urgently in a low voice, "what happened?"

"A group of people came outside, it looks like they should be robbers," Yawen explained to him in a low voice, "They are threatening John Merrill to reveal the location of the treasure, and they didn't kill anyone, so it shouldn't be too vicious, you Calm down first."

The coachman nodded in panic, and didn't dare to say anything for a while, so he could only wait quietly with Yawen.

Not long after, a roar came from outside: "You stupid ass with a pair of expensive skins! If you don't speak again, I'll cut off your useless head!"

Although such a judgment is not very good, he described it very aptly.Yawen held back a smile and thought in his heart.It is estimated that the owner of the winery who has been pampered since he was a child and has not experienced any dangers or storms in middle age has been frightened and can't say anything.

On the other hand, the coachman on the side was startled again. This time his whole body trembled violently, and then he kept patting and stroking his chest, hoping to calm down his ever-increasing heartbeat.

Sancer was quick, at least he broke open the gate before the robbers' swords could be swung down, and saved poor Merrill's life.

After the loud noise, the robbers started to commotion, and it was the man from before who spoke again: "Who are you!"

Yawen patted the coachman on the shoulder, "You stay here now, I'll go out and have a look."

The coachman originally wanted to stop him, but he opened his mouth for a long time but didn't say a word. It seemed that his bodily functions were affected by the shock just now, so he could only watch Yawen push the door and leave.

When Yawen walked to the end of the corridor connecting the hall, he just heard Sancel's joyful and wanton laughter: "Don't worry, I'm not here to compete with you for business."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The rough robber withdrew the knife resting on Merrill's shoulder, and turned to point at Sancerre, "Get out if you have nothing to do!"

"I'm not interested in the money you desire, but I have my own business." After Sanser said this sentence seriously, he pulled out the dagger from its sheath, played with it in his hand, "I accepted someone else's entrustment," he imitated the posture of the bandits, pointing the tip of the dagger at them, "to take your lives."

Yawen hid at the corner of the corridor just like before. Thinking of his handsome words, he really looked like a free mercenary wandering around the world.

The robbers were completely annoyed by his words, they rushed forward with their knives in hand, and rushed towards Sancerre without even talking nonsense.But Sancerre's movements were more flexible than theirs. He also rushed towards them. When he approached a robber, his feet slipped, and he fell backwards. The robbers' boots, which were not very protective, flipped the dagger in his hand when the robber staggered, and slashed at the robber's neck.

The blood was immediately thrown out along with the gesture of his swinging the dagger, smelling the bloody smell, Sancel even smiled intoxicatedly with enjoyment.

Seeing his appearance, Yawen directly overturned his previous description in his heart.His kind of crazy expression, which he hadn't shown in front of Yawen since he landed, reappeared again. Words like mercenary and hunter seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was still a man. Cruel and ruthless pirates deeply immersed in the thrill of killing.

The leader of the robbers seemed to be shocked by Sancer's decisive and swift blade, he stopped his forward steps almost at the same time, stood on the edge of the crowd and stared at him cautiously, this performance made him feel It's still smart, at least not as reckless as Yawen imagined.

Few people could escape the gleaming knife that Sancer held tightly in his hand, so not long after, the hall was stained with a lot of blood, and the robbers at the back did not continue rush forward.There were already two or three dead bodies lying on the ground, as well as one or two robbers who were lucky enough not to have their blood vessels cut directly by a single knife. He kept whimpering and seemed to be in extreme pain.

Sancere's expression became a little dazed again, and he was completely different from the cruel killer with cold eyes before him. He stood there in a daze, then stroked the blood stained on the dagger a few times, and stood up. The robbers who were far away from themselves laughed, "Are you afraid of me?"

Yawen couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and let out a short syllable from his throat.Fortunately, the people in the hall are now attracted by Sancerre. Even the pale-faced Joe Merrilly stared at Sancerre as if he had seen a ghost, so no one realized Movement here.

But Sancel noticed, his eyes drifted to Yawen's direction, and he blinked a few times happily like a child who got candy.

Yawen only felt that he was pretending to be crazy and asking some stupid and useless questions, like a hunter deliberately playing with the prey in the trap, enjoying their helpless and frightened mood like fish jumping on the cutting board.

Once again, he found this pirate from the high seas to be surprisingly interesting.

Hearing his provocative words, the robber couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his knife again and shouted loudly, "Go to hell with you! Who knows where you came from, you bastard! What's there to be afraid of?"

"In this case, I'm going to kill you." Sancer swung the dagger twice, trying to shake off the blood on the blade, but after several shakes, the blood clinging to the blade disappeared, so he Frowning in distress, he began to slowly rub his fingers against the blood that was beginning to condense, "Wait a minute."

His indifferent appearance looked very cheap, making the robber lose all his sanity as if he had been humiliated, and rushed over directly brandishing a big knife.

Sancer seemed to be waiting for the robber to do this. He laughed, bent over to avoid the robber's big knife, then quickly got up, bumped the robber's arm holding the knife with his shoulder, and held the robber's neck directly with his left hand. The right hand loosened the dagger and grabbed the bandit's wrist, twisting it with great force.

"Ah——" before the bandit could utter a scream, Sansel choked his breath with his left hand, his face flushed red, and his eyes slowly protruded. The inside gradually became limp.

The remaining robbers panicked and fled in all directions in a panic. One of them even ran past Yawen without noticing him.

Yawen thought for a while, and retreated into the room first.

He deliberately opened the window, and Sancer jumped in predictably a short time later.

He didn't step into the room, but squatted on the window sill, holding the window with one hand, and stretched out the bloody dagger with the other to prevent the blood from dripping into the room, "Yawen."

"Good job, pirate." Yawen rarely praised him, "It's better than I imagined."

"My name is Sancerre, Yawen, Sancerre." Sancerre said his name clearly and slowly, and said with a sad expression, "Why can't you remember me well?" What about your name?"

"Who knows, maybe I will remember it completely when I wait." Yawen said with a smile, "You can go back now on the horse you don't know where you hid, and I will let you back when I return to Jerez." Go and get your reward, now, you must not let others see you appearing in my room, or the whole city of Jerez will know that I know a certain cruel pirate, which will affect the future development of Wilken Chamber of Commerce Not so good."

"You dislike me endlessly every time." Sancer pursed his mouth, jumped back with his feet, and jumped out of the window, "Then I'm leaving, Alvin," he said to Alvin through the glass Baring his teeth, he said, "I will come to you again."

☆、Chapter 015