I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"This is your reward, nothing has been touched, it's all here."

Grande took out a large amount of banknotes from the bag, handed them over, and casually asked, "How is living here, are you still used to it?"

Ada chuckled.

The rank is low, no, I don’t need you to remind me, I will do the same.

She took one-third of the bounty and sent it back: "I have to trouble you, can you arrange a house with a roof for us?"

"That's what it should be. At least the two ladies can't be allowed to live outside. I'll go and see if I can get a room."

Grande directly stuffed the money back into his bag, as if he had expected it.

Ada immediately followed up again, took out part of the bounty and handed it over again, her voice was low but firm: "Please, the ten of us are like brothers, I can't bear to let them be exposed to the sun and rain outside!"

"Ah, but, where is such a big room?" Grande was a little surprised.

The female swordsman's request was beyond his expectation.

"We still have to sleep separately, after all...it's a bit inconvenient, right?" Ada simply returned all the reward money: "And that elf doesn't sleep well at night, and it snores very loudly, so it can only sleep by itself." one room."

Grande held the money in his hand dumbly, and stared blankly at the deep figure not far away who was leaning silently on the stake with his eyes closed.

Unexpectedly, such a thin body can have such a great energy.

"But, if you look at it according to your requirements, there is only one house that meets the requirements."

His hand finally pointed to the big house that Ada had planned long ago.

The house is near the edge of the square. It should have been a church or something before. It was built very tall, and there was even a spire on it for decoration.

Ada has already drawn up a rough plan in her heart, and the first step of the plan is to occupy this place.

"Who lives there, is it difficult?"

The girl is leaning back against the wall with her hands folded around her chest, highlighting her feminine charm.

This is the pose she leans on the counter whenever she wants to sell more wine.

With contempt in her eyes, she looked at the man in front of her. As if she had just discovered it, she raised her eyebrows and looked at the badge on the man's chest: "Oh? You've been promoted?"

"Yes, I'm a non-commissioned officer now," Grande puffed up his chest, "I guess I'll mention it again after those who verified the battlefield come back."

But his complacent look didn't last long, and he was once again defeated by Ada's contemptuous gaze, and withered away.

Grande didn't want to be looked down upon by such a beautiful woman, and added the glory of being promoted and promoted, finally gritted his teeth and stuffed the stack of money into his bag:

"There are only three people living there, and they are assigned to such a big house. It's really wrong. I'm going to correct this mistake."

He stomped his feet and turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he turned back and cautioned:

"The three of them are currently following the convoy, escorting a batch of supplies here from Koriyama City, and they are not expected to arrive until tomorrow morning. Take advantage of this vacant period, you will live in.

But when they came back, they found that the residence was occupied, and they would definitely come to the door.At that time... I believe that with the young lady's martial arts skills, it should be enough to ignore it, right? "

"It's okay, don't worry!" Ada understood Grande's meaning: "You just need to help me settle the formalities at the official level, and if anything happens, blame it on me."

She had to live in that house in order to carry out the plan.

After Grande left, Deep Shadow leaned over with a weird smile on his face.

"It's done, my acting skills are not bad, right?" Ada crossed her arms again, put on a contemptuous gesture, and boasted to the elves: "This trick is when I was cheating in a brothel, with an old prostitute. A female student... well, that was the first time I suffered a disadvantage and spent a lot of money on her."

"Hum hum."

Deep Shadow sneered with itchy teeth.

Whether it was the overly protruding posture of her friend, or the bragging content, they all added fuel to her already irrepressible anger.

"I sleep very dishonestly, right? The snoring is still loud?"

Purple magic energy glowed in the elf's eyes.She can use the power of the wind to eavesdrop on distant conversations.

"Oh, don't be so irritable, don't be so irritable, think about nature, will your mood be more stable?"

Ada wanted to calm down the elf calmly.

But after receiving the first punch, it turned into a tearful accusation: "You have changed, Deep Shadow, you are getting more and more irritable, and you are no longer the innocent follower you used to be."

"Who are you calling a follower!"

Chapter 121. The Tragic Song

The house is a very traditional church, on the steeple used as decoration, it can clearly overlook the three granaries on the other side.

Each one is larger than the scale burned under Guanglang Mountain.

Doug led the brothers to sing and dance in the lobby. Although there was no wine or meat, they used the tables, chairs and washbasins as drums with different timbres, beating and roaring various out-of-key songs.

They made their voices as loud as possible, and the noisy neighbors and the mercenaries sleeping in the square couldn't sleep at night, staring at the house and gnashing their teeth.

Deep Shadow sat quietly on the top of the steeple, watching the moonlight outside the window, accumulating magic power, and waiting for the signal.

At the window of the downstairs lobby, Ada was lying there, exposing her entire upper body, screaming at the outside with all her strength: "The big river flows eastward, the stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper—"

Not a single word is in tune.

It's a pity for such a good voice.

In the square, someone finally couldn't bear the torture, and yelled loudly: "You are crying, can you let people rest!!"

"Sleeping you, wake up!"

Ada was unmoved, full of drunkenness, slapping the window frame, sprinting and beckoning behind: "Come on with a loud voice!"

A soldier with a wide waist and a fat body immediately took her place, leaned on the window frame, and shouted excitedly; "Next, I will present a tenor for everyone—"

"I can't take it anymore!!"

Finally, a warrior appeared again, and under the expectation of all the mercenaries, he rushed to the fortress of the devil.

The mercenary dodged the stones flying around, smashed away the iron object that suddenly pierced his thigh, avoided two vines, and rushed all the way to the church door.

"Shut up! Or I'll burn you!"

He opened his left hand, and there were flames on it.

He is also a master of both magic and martial arts, so it's interesting!The mercenaries who were suffering from the noise in the square cheered up and cheered for the warrior from the bottom of their hearts.

The first few people who challenged the theory were all beaten up by the inexplicable sundries, and couldn't even pass the first level.

This should be the handwriting of that elf, a wizard who inherited the way of primitive mana cultivation, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved.

But now, with the dawn of hope, the brave mercenary has appeared in front of the church!

The door of the church was opened, and a tall figure stood out.

The proportion of her body is almost perfect, and her face is handsome. Under the infiltration of the warm light in the church hall, she looks like a Valkyrie from heaven and earth.

"Call, call, call you M! Let me not let anyone sing properly!"

She was swearing, her shoulders were slanted, and she stood like a hooligan, which was in stark contrast to that appearance.

"Is that what you call singing?" The mercenary who went to argue, was fooled by that pretty face and forgot the anger in his heart.

But immediately after his previous tragic experience, his voice became sharp again: "Anyway, shut up right now, or I won't let Firefist - uh -"

The mercenary's words were interrupted in the middle, and the woman who looked like a Valkyrie suddenly appeared in front of him, and bent him down with a punch.

"Bad guys die because of talking too much, you know, get out of here, or I will use a sword next time."

Ada waved her hands and walked back to the church on her own, the door was closed again.

Soon, her singing voice sounded like howling ghosts and wolves.

"Who is the bad guy..." The challenging mercenary, nicknamed Fire Fist, clutched his stomach and walked towards his station step by step.

Through the previous fights, he has been deeply aware of the gap between the two sides.

In the group of tents around the square, discussions erupted one after another.

"Did you see what that girl did just now?"

"No, Lao Li, your sword is so fast, you should be able to see it clearly?" Someone called out to the person who was balling cotton in the nearby tent.

The mercenary named Lao Li shook his head slowly: "I just saw a few afterimages, so don't think about it, either join, or just plug your ears and sleep!"

The rest of the mercenaries were dumbfounded.

This Lao Li and Huoquan are both middle-level fighters, and they can only do this. Is it unreasonable for anyone else to control that group of people?

In that church, the tragic singing of the girl finally ended, followed by a man with a hoarse voice, who unexpectedly sang well.

Finally, I can clean up for a while.

All the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief.

In the church, Ada drank a whole glass of water and moistened her throat under the fearful eyes of Doug and others.

"Okay, I'm going, and, this guy sings so well, what are you doing up there, change me to a mourner."

She pointed at the hoarse soldier lying on the window, not polite at all.

After finishing speaking, she got out from behind the church without looking back, and disappeared after a few dodges.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

It's too scary. I thought the singing of these rough guys would be hard to hear, but I didn't expect there to be someone more cruel than them.

Is that a sound that humans can make?

Conscience of heaven and earth, when the chief came up with this plan, they were quite looking forward to it when they heard the girl's crisp voice.

"Boss, you are so close to the officer, yet you still don't change your face. How did you do that?"

Doug looked at the colleague who was slapping himself, opening and closing his mouth, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Don't talk to me, I can't hear you, who will sing next, hurry up!"

In the church on the square, there was another one crying and howling. The mercenaries sighed, and the granary guards not far from the wall also cursed and turned around to cover their ears.

Ada walked through the shadows and gaps created by the magic sound.

But that's not the main purpose of her church singing convention.

In fact, she was doing it to create an alibi for herself.

'呵——'

A slight deflation sound, which is the sound of the human body instinctively exhaling its last breath before dying.

Ada's sword was pulled out from the back of the dead man's head, and slowly dragged the body into the shadows to make it flat, before pinching it twice.

The deceased was wearing an astrology robe and was a female magician. Unfortunately, she was not tall enough, and she was much worse than her by visual inspection.

The second person killed was a male magician, visually it was worse than Deep Shadow, but it was limited.

Then came the third, the fourth...

The hidden legendary assassin shuttled among the three granaries, and basically killed the mage who could release magic to extinguish the fire.

It's a pity that with Deep Shadow's magical power, he can only control the flames of the two nearest granaries, otherwise half of the mission can be completed at once tonight.

The remaining one happened to be managed by Cousin Grande.

"You're lucky."

Ada grumbled, and poured the few small flats of kerosene she carried with her on the top of the grain pile.

At the gate of the granary, the guards covering their ears and immersed in the depressed singing heard a faint sound of snapping their fingers.

A few breaths later, in the church, the dog girl with a human face and heart came out again, singing tragically:

"Fly to the center of the flame, willing to be burned—"

On the steeple, Shen Ying, who had received the signal, withdrew his gaze from the moon and looked at the granary. Sure enough, he saw a few small flames that had just ignited.

"Moon God, please protect me—"

She yelled softly, holding out her hands.

Then the flame suddenly expanded, magnified, rotated, and even scattered in all directions.

In the two granaries, a fiery red storm blew up almost simultaneously.

Chapter 122. Gambling