Doomsday Bandits and Tramps

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"Sorry, you've got the wrong person."

Seth bowed his head and left, the cold wind swept over his ears, he stepped back half a body, a pitch-black army staff pierced the wall, and the extremely thin staff was no more than a punch away from his throat.

Seth narrowed his eyes, reached down with his right hand and pulled out the dagger, but a force clamped his hand and pushed back, the dagger returned to its sheath, and then his right hand was caught backwards, pressed up and buckled behind his back, and his right knee was pushed behind his back. , the center of gravity was deviated, and he fell to the ground on one knee.

A set of movements took less than two seconds, and Seth was subdued to the ground, unable to move.

He smiled blankly, the sun shone on his eyes, and when he looked up, he could only see a dark figure: "Sir, you really misidentified the person."

The man didn't speak, and pulled off the mask on Seth's head, revealing a glaring red hair: "Don't you still admit it?"

Seth lowered his head and smiled, and suddenly swiped his left hand, a sharp cold light flashed across the tip of the man's nose, the man took a step back, Seth lost control, turned the dagger in his hand to catch it, the man raised his arm to block, and hit Seth with the knife in his hand wrist, the dagger slid into the air.

The man grabbed the dagger one step ahead of Seth, Seth punched the man's face, the man raised his hand to block it, quickly drew his gun and pointed it at Seth, Seth followed up with a step, gripped the gun body tightly, and held the gun with a backhand Hold on, the magazine fell to the ground, he stepped on it with his foot, and kicked it backwards.

The man gave up the pistol directly, grabbed Seth's wrist and swung it outward, Seth leaned forward, and the moment he fell forward, his other hand covered his neck to block the man's knee, and he turned his head and hooked the man The corner of the mouth, and then the center of gravity sank and broke free, followed by a sweep of the legs.

The man dodged easily, Seth followed up with two punches, the men blocked them one by one, Seth hit the man's side neck with a flying kick, the man raised his hand to catch it, but the wind of his leg knocked over the man's military cap.

"It can't be wrong." Seth praised.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, let out a soft snort, flicked away Seth's kick, and hit Seth's face with two fists, Seth blocked them one by one, but the man also threw a flying kick, his posture and movements were exactly the same as Seth's.

With a thought, Seth caught the man's kick with the same momentum, then lowered his focus, clasped the man's calf, and threw the man out with a twist.

The moment the man was about to fall to the ground, a blue-white current surged from his body, and there was a faint roar in the air. The light touched the ground, and the man was suspended above the ground steadily.

Seth picked up the military cap on the ground and patted it, as if he was used to the scene in front of him: "Sorry, I won again."

The man landed smoothly, smacking his lips unwillingly: "I miss you every time."

"It's no shame to lose to me."

Seth threw the hat back into the man's hand: "Anyway, you never beat me once."

"Hmph, you don't feel complacent."

The man put on his military cap and pulled out the military staff nailed to the wall under Seth's watchful eyes: "In a real fight, it's not certain who will win."

"Conroy, your stubborn mouth has not changed."

"Isn't your narcissism also the same?"

The two confronted each other tit for tat, smiled at each other knowingly, and opened their arms for a big hug.

"I thought you were out of town."

"You evil bandit is coming, how dare I not be here."

The two came to a rooftop, and under the parasol was a bottle of chilled sparkling wine prepared: "I asked someone to bring it back from Covinion City. You are lucky."

"So grand?"

"You are a very tricky person. You only drink expensive ones and don't drink the right ones. You must be a bad habit developed by bandits."

Conroy got up to drink, but was held down by Seth.

"Huh?" Conroy frowned.

"Keep it," Seth said, "Prince passes the test before driving."

Conroy had no objection, and sat back on the chair again: "It's the third year, is he sure?"

"Who knows, I don't have time to take care of him, it all depends on his self-consciousness."

"Duplicity," Conroy sneered, "When the exam is not your pick-up and drop-off, you are more professional than the butler of a rich family."

"I haven't seen any rich people come to ask me to be their housekeeper."

"Hehe, people are housekeepers, and you are stealing house, can it be the same?"

Seth followed suit with a smile, and looked downstairs with his chin propped on his hand. Seven or eight soldiers were standing guard downstairs with a straight posture, motionless in the wind and sun.

"Recruit egg."

"See?" Conroy asked.

"Just look at how they stand."

Seth moved his neck, suddenly thought of something, took something out of his pocket and threw it to Conroy.

Conroy reached out to catch it, it was a mechanical watch: "If I didn't catch it, this thing would not be in vain."

"Throw it away quickly," Seth said, "This thing is easy to break and hard to repair, so why keep it?"

Conroy smiled, and put the watch into his inner pocket: "People don't just think about it when they're alive."

"Reluctant to throw it?" Seth asked.

"Well," said Conroy, "it's as much as you hate this fortress."

"How can I be willing to leave such a good place?" Seth put his hands behind his head, shaking his feet leisurely, "Maybe one day the whole city will be in my pocket."

"Oh, just be stubborn."

Seth laughed and said nothing, and then threw a rag to Conroy. Conroy didn't even look at it, and whistled to call his men.

The guard saluted Conroy. When he saw Seth sitting beside him, he was slightly taken aback, and then pretended not to see him.

"Commander, what are your orders?"

Conroy handed the rag to the guard: "Before tomorrow morning, the things written on it will be ready."

"Yes."

The guard saluted again and took away the chilled sparkling wine.

"How is the old man recently?" Conroy asked after the guards left.

"I can eat and drink, and snore loudly."

Seth said full of complaints, but his expression was a little gloomy. After a long time, he asked, "Ma'am..."

"She's fine," Conroy said, "just keeps talking about you."

"Naming about me?" Seth couldn't help trembling, as if he had heard a terrible thing, "That tigress didn't speak ill of me behind my back, so I'm thankful."

Conroy shook his head with a wry smile, and asked, "The sentinel at the city gate told me that you helped a strange man sneak into the city of Tinis, and you made a fuss in the city because of him. What's the situation with that man? The newly-acquainted brother ? Aren’t you quite old-fashioned?”

"No," Seth said, "just a client."

"Client?" Conroy wondered, "Why did you become a bodyguard, a robbing bandit?"

"It's not a bodyguard, and he doesn't need a bodyguard."

Looking down from their angle, one could see an open window. Xiu was still sleeping deeply on the bed, but his sleep was very restless, as if he was haunted by a nightmare.

"He's a tramp and a supernatural being."

"A wandering superhuman," Conroy thought thoughtfully, "Then you care so much about him, because you intend to lure him into your gang, and plan to persuade him to become a bandit together?"

"Don't be funny," Seth waved his hands and smiled, "I'm a bandit just to make a living. He is righteous, so how could he fall in love with bandits?"

"Understood, you met a pushy fool."

Seth didn't answer, but instead asked Conroy, "Do you know why he is wanted?"

Conroy shook his head: "His arrest warrant was issued suddenly this morning. It is said that he has exceeded the authority of the military. Madam doesn't even know about it."

"When did the Presbyterians start signing arrest warrants?"

"I also find it strange," Conroy said, "except for the portrait and the bounty, there is no other information about this person on the arrest warrant. For a wanted criminal worth a hundred gold bars, the words of the ability user are understandable, but the ability person There must be a mark. The maximum bounty for a treacherous bandit is no more than twenty gold bars, and the group of people you often rob cannot be worth half of this tramp."

Seth knocked on the table dissatisfied: "Hey, there is a bandit worth [-] sitting in front of you."

"You pull it down, if it's just a bandit, you won't be worth the price if you reincarnate ten times or eight times."

"I'm not so cheap."

"What do you think?" Conroy quipped curiously, "Aren't you very close to him, have you figured out why he is worth the price?"

"Perhaps." Seth suddenly looked at Conroy seriously, "Do you still remember Albion?"

The afternoon wind carried a fiery temperature, but it was chilly when it blew on the two of them.

"You mean Albion who was massacred?"

"kindness."

Conroy gasped, recalling what happened at that time.

"Five years ago, Albion, the sea cliff city, was suddenly attacked by a wave of alien beasts. The residents in the city were slaughtered overnight, and the city was destroyed. They didn't even have time to send out rescue before the city was destroyed. It is said that the rescue sent by Tinis City When the team arrived at Albion, there was nothing left but blackened bones, and there was no one alive.

After the destruction of Albion City, large-scale riots and demonstrations were triggered in the city. The residents demanded that the defense measures of Tinis City be strengthened, and that foreign population and refugees be rejected. beast.

The riot lasted for nearly a week before subsiding. The result of the coordination was to strengthen the military defense line, intensify the development of heavy weapons, and "undocumented personnel" were not allowed to enter the city of Tinis.

"Is this tramp related to Albion's downfall?"

"Well, I suspect he is a survivor of Albion."

"Are you sure, Albion is really a survivor?"

Seth asked: "Do you remember the characteristics of the Albion people?"

"Albion is located at a high latitude, and the most typical features of the people there are cold white complexion, white hair, and blue eyes," Conroy said with sleepy eyes, "His skin color is fine, but his hair color is Black. Where are the eyes?"

"It's blue," Seth said.

"Based on these two points, are you sure that he is from Albion?"

"I can't be sure for the time being. That kid doesn't say anything about himself, and his mouth is very strict."

"It's been five years since the fall of Albion. If he really escaped from that disaster and wandered around until now, his personality will be somewhat closed." Conroy thought for a while, and asked Seth, "Is there anything in him? Something about Albion?"

"No, but he's been carrying it around."

Seth took out a small white ball from his arms.