Wrong!

The black shadow similar to the 'Fallen' before can still be interpreted as a sentry or something, but what is the sudden team of alchemy transformation warriors in front of you?

Sent to death?

After Qin Ran squinted his eyes and judged the strength of the alchemy transformation warrior in front of him through experience and breath, he became more and more puzzled in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Alchemy Transformation Warriors may be much stronger than normal people.

But compared to him, it is completely inadequate.

With Barry's cunning, it is impossible to send his men to his death knowing this.

Unless......

"The other party can't completely grasp the situation in front of him!"

"Maybe because of the death of that sentry, he found a new intruder, but he didn't know who the intruder was...... No, it's not! ”

"If I set up such a big stage, I would definitely know everything about this stage, and there would be no mistakes with this girl!"

"But the appearance of this team of alchemist warriors ......"

The doubt in his heart made Qin Ran gesture towards O'Hara, and then, with his [Arrogant Words], he rushed towards this team of alchemy transformation warriors.

He needed more information to figure out what was really going on.

And the clue is naturally the alchemy transformation warrior in front of him.

Chop melons and vegetables in general.

Qin Ran swept through the group of alchemy transformation warriors in front of him.

Then, he examined it carefully.

From the most basic carry-on items, to the stomach pouch.

Everything, Qin Ran didn't let go of the things that needed to be checked.

When he saw something, Qin Ran's eyes narrowed.

"Is that so?"

Qin Ran maintained a skeptical attitude towards the clues collected in front of him.

Even if he found it with his own hands.

……

Mysterious members in red leather armor and cloth clothes are busy.

Some of them depicted magic circles on the ground, while others carried large and small bottles and jars into the magic circles that had just been drawn.

Of course, this painting is good, but it is just a matter of pointing to a certain part.

A part of a complete magic circle.

But even this part of it occupies the central square of the whole city of Ceylon.

The fountains, sculptures, benches, street lamps, gardens, lawns and other facilities that originally belonged to the site were demolished five days ago.

The flat floor was covered with a thick layer of grease-like stuff.

The magic circle is depicted on this layer of grease.

As soon as the palm of the hand was swiped, a depression appeared in the grease, and the excess grease rushed to both sides, and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A faint foul odor appears with such solidification.

In the solidified grease, looming human faces began to emerge.

Struggling, dazed.

Prayer, despair.

The look on every face was so real.

But it can't impress these mysterious members at all.

Everyone involved in the arrangement of the magic array looked indifferent and serious.

Even, they have a striking resemblance in some of their movements.

Coupled with the same color of clothing, it looks like a robot.

There is only one exception.

The same red coat, sewn entirely from linen, with three belts rising from the back of the garment to taut the excess between the garments.

There was another wider belt around his waist.

On the left side hang two leather pockets.

On the right is a short sword.

In his hand he held a long metal stick of human height.

A finger-wide scar spread from the top of his bare head to his chin.

Judging from the hideous scar alone, it looked as if the head of the person in front of me had been cut off and then stitched together.

"What about our allies?"

He asked.

"Same as the other day!"

He replied.

"What about our guests?"

He continued.

"Coming towards the trap!"

He continued to answer.

The scar twitched as the corners of the person's mouth opened and closed, like a huge centipede writhing its body, but what was even more frightening was the other party.

Every question and answer comes from the same person's mouth.

This is enough to make ordinary people feel shocked, but the people around them are blind.

It seems, I've long been used to it.

……

Ceylon City, city center.

Somewhere underground.

Barry carefully and carefully trimmed the cigar in his hand.

Instead of using cigar cutters, smaller scissors are used, similar to those used by ladies to trim their eyebrows.

Click, click.

In a unique way, Barry trimmed the cigar into a cone.

Then, light it directly with a small pine oil torch.

Barry hummed an old ditty in his mouth, and his right hand holding the cigar was twisting and turning.

Because of the special pruning method, the cigar is quickly heated and lit.

There is no rush to feel the aroma inside the smoke.

Barry sandwiched his lit cigar between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and in his right hand he held a wine glass filled with ice cubes.

The golden liquor swirls through the gaps in the ice.

Barry watched intently as the wine flowed.

Then, he drank all the wine in his glass, including the ice cubes in his mouth.

Crunchy.

The ice cubes are then chewed up.

The hot liquor and ice were intertwined, causing Barry's tongue and mouth to go into a paralyzing feeling, and at this time, he took the cigar in his mouth.

Fragrant smoke was swallowed out.

In a few moments, the whole room was filled with cigar smoke.

Barry, however, continued to gulp down his cigar as if unconsciously.

It didn't look like a cigar admirer at all, but a reckless man who didn't know how to appreciate cigars at all.

Especially the wine glass in his right hand.

A mixture of fine tequila and 100 roots of liquor is constantly being poured into it.

A normal person can't carry a glass of mixed wine at all, but Barry drinks it cup after cup.

Until you get drunk.

Syllable!

The glass fell to the ground.

Then came the bottle.

Mixed with a barrage of slang and insults, the half-lit cigar fell from Barry's mouth to the ground, and the sparks splashed in all directions, and after several consecutive flicks, they were motionless, exactly like Barry who was drunk on the ground.

Minutes and seconds passed.

About two minutes later, the door to the room opened as Barry's snoring rang out.

One is an ordinary wooden door.

And the other one?

But it is an iron fence made of stainless steel.

The two doors are joined together......

Prison doors!

Anyone who sees it will subconsciously think like this.

And naturally, the room where Barry is located is naturally a prison cell.

A very chic cell.

Two tall men walked in.

With a blank face, he lifted Barry onto the bed, then turned and walked out.

There was no exchange of words, no gestures.

Only the brawny man who grabbed Barry's arm seemed to have something different.

Slightly heavier on one side and slightly lighter on the other.

But from the outside, you can't see it at all.

The door closed again, and Barry, who was facing the sky, continued to snore under the influence of alcohol.

And the snoring was getting louder and louder. (To be continued.) )