Stanpek fishing port

This is a small town, which belongs to the three-regardless zone. However, the residents have a relatively stable and peaceful living environment. Because of the abundance of fish here, the quality of life of the residents in it is neither high nor low, at least in terms of food and clothing.

Of course, this is the appearance. How can an unblessed fishing port exist so securely?

Behind this town is the murder god Ciric, but not many people know about it. More people think that the people in charge behind this are a group of down-and-out knights who wander here.

The light pours down, and the sense of comfort that is unique to the harbor city is very pure here, and you can smell the salty smell blowing from the sea as you walk along the road.

There are not too many people on the road, and the fishermen have already gone to the ice to fish, and this is the fattest time of the year. This fish is highly nutritious and is usually served as food on the dinner table.

The so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to draft nothing more than this.

A young man with a tall and strong man, this strong man's eyes were very special, his pupils were golden on the periphery, and his eyes were shining, and the person who was stared at was like the prey that was being watched by a hunter.

The young man, dressed in a soft blue coat and with a pair of deerskin boots under his feet, was in the sky and the earth in the coarse linen clothes of the inhabitants who passed by.

The strong man behind him was dressed more casually, but the weapon on his side made him look more domineering, and the people around him hid far away, for fear of provoking these two guys.

In the center of the fishing port is a large exchange, where residents sell their catch and replenish their daily necessities. The owner of the exchange was a middle-aged man in his forties, with an untended beard that grew like a weed.

The man had a steaming mashed potato in his hand and ate it with relish. Seeing the two of them walk in, they just glanced up, and continued with the matter at hand, seemingly indifferent to the business of the door.

However, he ignored the others, and the two men walked up unceremoniously. I didn't seem to see the man struggling with the plate in front of him.

"Is there something wrong?" The boss was a little impatient when he saw that the light in front of him was blocked.

"I don't do business at the door, I'm afraid it doesn't match the behavior of the store owner." The young man had a smile on his face, but the boss didn't buy it.

"You can pick whatever the things in the store, and after you have picked them, you will come and check out." With a wave of his spoon, he tossed the mashed potatoes all over the place. However, it did not leave a trace on the two of them at all, which made the boss's gaze have a hint of discoloration.

"When the dark sun is empty, the true God is eternal." The smile on the young man's face was still the same, but what he said directly changed the face of the boss in front of him.

"Who are you?!" The guy finally let go of what he was doing, and his hand was already under the table.

"Come find a guy called, Jerónimo Jor." Seeing this boss's behavior, the young man did not make any unnecessary moves. Speak directly about your purpose.

"Who are you?" The boss didn't reveal much, but there was more vigilance in his eyes.

"Tell him that an old man from Abraham has come to him. He'll understand. Also, these movements in your hands mean nothing to me. And this young man was none other than Raphael. But seeing that his hand shook slightly, a rice bag behind him was instantly cut open, and it tilted to the ground. But in the next moment, they were back inside the rice sack.

Seeing this, the boss stopped what he was doing. Pressing another button, a closet behind him opened a passage for people to pass through, and he walked into it quickly.

Raphael didn't say much, just looked at the exchange, and seemed very interested in it.

But a few minutes later, a slightly rickety figure stepped out of it.

"I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for so long, you didn't even change a little bit. It's not like me, they're all old. "This guy's face is very kind, and his tone is very kind, and the first feeling is that of an old man next door. However, the occasional sly glint in his eyes greatly ruined the amiable appearance.

"Jerónimo Gior, it looks like you've been doing well all these years." When Raphael saw the visitor, his eyes were fixed on it, and a wooden chair floated from behind, and he leaned in.

"Thank you, if it weren't for the information you gave me in the first place. I may have been a corpse long ago. Speaking of which, I owe you a lot of favors. Jerónimo Giul spoke with emotion.

"You don't have to be so clear about human affection or something." Raphael would not have been naïve enough to expect a believer in a god of murder to repay his favor. Wouldn't that count on weasels to give New Year's greetings to chickens?

"Did you come to me this time for something?" Jerónimo Gior knew that Raphael would not just come to him for boring. However, he was interested in how Raphael was able to escape the battle in the first place. It seems that he needs to adjust his 'benefactor' well.

"Of course, it's another good deal for you." When Raphael saw Jerónimo Joor's eyes flashing, he knew that the other party must have some bad intentions. These guys of Dark Day are no worse than those of the Dark Hand, and on the contrary, they are more notorious and annoying.

It can be said that he really doesn't want to come to this place at all if it is not necessary. But the irreconcilable enmity between Hirek, the god of murder, and Bane, the god of tyranny, is the best card in his hand. As soon as the contradiction between the two is aroused, how can Bane, the god of tyranny, have time to come to him for trouble?

"Oh?!" When Jerónimo Gior heard Raphael say this, he immediately became interested, and last time because of Raphael, he sat in the position of commander. If he makes a great contribution this time, then he will have the opportunity to hold the position of the commander in his heart.

Don't look at it just one more word, the identity between the two is very different. He doesn't count on the Seven Sons of the Dark Sun, but it is still very promising to work hard in the position of the Great Commander.

"A holy hand of the hand of darkness, how is this deal?" Raphael didn't have the appetite to catch the other party, and just threw his chips out.

"What?!" This sound can completely express the shock and irrepressible excitement in Jerónimo Gior's heart, the wrinkles on his old face are all opened at this moment, and it looks a little scary.

"What do you want me to do?" Jerónimo Gior also knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch. Raphael is willing to take out a holy hand, and the price offered will definitely not be small.

"I need your help to spread fear among the Ottore Empire." Archduke Louis Perchens has been moving a lot of money during this time, and he does not intend to engage in a senseless collision with the other party, and Dark Sun is a good hand in this regard. If you don't need such a good move, won't you wait until it stinks? And if you give away your chips without making a request, wouldn't it seem that you have bad intentions?

"Yes, that's easy." For the sake of his position as the Grand Commander, as long as Raphael's request is not too excessive, he is willing to accept it. And spreading fear itself is their favorite thing to do in the dark, which does not contradict their teachings. And this will further strengthen their position at that time. It's like sending money to the other side, and I also made extra money.

"Then it's a pleasure to work together." Raphael said, with a hand, and a coffin came out of his hand. The coffin grew from small to large, occupying a corner of the hall.

"Dead?" When Jerónimo Gior saw the coffin, the smile on his face stiffened. The price difference between a living holy hand and a dead holy hand will be hundreds of millions. A superstar becomes a third-rate player, and this psychological gap is indeed not small.

"Of course you're alive, how could I make a fuss with a dead man." Raphael said, and the coffin dissipated into the air. Adonis couldn't move, his mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't say a word.

Jerónimo Joor stepped forward to 'inspect' the goods, touched Adonis's body, and confirmed that it was a real living man, not an undead. If he had mistaken these things, the god of murder, Syric, would have sent him to death with this fellow.

"This man's name is Adonis, and I guess his name won't be missing from your dark intelligence network." Raphael also didn't care about Jerónimo Joor's distrust, and when he saw him get up, his voice came out.

"Well, I have a bit of an impression of the name. So that's the end of our deal? "Gironimo Gior is impressed, just impressive. However, he was afraid that he would be too excited, so Raphael raised his request.

But what he didn't know was that the expression on his face that he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh was like he was constipated.

"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with." Raphael swept his eyes to Adonis, who had lost his former vigor. The aura of malaise and despair kept emanating from his body, like the remnant sun coveting the last bit of heat.

"Happy cooperation, if there is such a good deal next time, you must find me." Jerónimo Giul rubbed his hands, apparently taking Raphael for a wronged man.

Raphael nodded his head and walked slowly out of the exchange.

"Master, where are we going next?" The strong man behind Raphael spoke in his slightly lame continental lingua franca.

"Go to Blomerta, although this guy promised very happily, but he can't always pin everything on someone else." After Raphael finished speaking, the body of this strong man suddenly changed, and a very strong Theodore eagle appeared in front of Raphael, a teleportation spell was cast, a crisp chirp, a burst of dust, and a person and a sculpture disappeared in this peaceful harbor in an instant.

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Jerónimo Gior watched Raphael's departure, how could he still hold back the desire for power in his heart, and he didn't let anyone help, the old body suddenly burst out with endless power, and directly carried Adonis on his shoulders like a bag, and walked quickly into the open passage.

Below, there is another world. The interior is darkened and surrounded by gray-white stone. Everywhere hung white skulls surrounded by purple-black glow. On both sides of the road, two men in gray-and-white robes stood every few steps.

The murder god Shirek is a narrow-minded, completely self-centered, believing himself to be the best of all gods, and the other gods are not even a fart compared to him.

Therefore, he can be said to be an extremely extreme deity, which makes his followers spread strife and murder everywhere, so that the enemies of the god of murder can be said to be all over the place, and the believers of the good gods hate the evil deeds of these evil people, and the conspiracy, murder, and strife they spread, which disturbs the normal life of all people.

It stands to reason that his behavior should be loved by the gods of the Chaos Faction, but this is not the case. They believe that the extremity and stupidity of the god of murder have greatly affected them. The god of murder has a great thirst for power, which makes him willing to use any means and any means to gain power.

The Lord of Lies has also proven on more than one occasion that he is willing to use almost any means to gain power, including killing the gods who are hostile to him. This behavior undoubtedly put pressure on these high gods. You would never tolerate a person with a dagger lying peacefully on your bed.

Especially since this guy is still a madman, and he could send this dagger in his hand into your heart at any moment, and it may just be because you say something that makes him feel uncomfortable.

So this makes the situation of the dark day very severe, and it is appropriate to describe it as a street rat. Therefore, it is not surprising how tightly defended it is.

Jerónimo Giore hurried forward, and the members of the dark sun on both sides of the passage looked at the ruler of the fishing port of Stanpeik with the corner of their eyes, not knowing what could make him abandon all his usual calmness and demeanor.

"Quick! Set up the altar, I have a gift for God! Jerónimo Giul spoke loudly to his cronies, with irrepressible excitement in his words. It also made Adonis on his shoulders extinguish the last bit of hope in his heart.

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