In the blink of an eye, the news of the re-emergence of the Temple of the God of War had spread all over the streets. For a while, there was a lot of talk in Storm City, and most of them didn't know what it meant. It didn't matter, though, as the mercenaries who had retreated with the temple boasted about their experiences with the Dark Regions and enough to keep them entertained for a while.

For those mercenaries, good rewards and adventures are the best rewards. Many of them have been in the tavern since arriving in Cardiff, boasting about their experiences in the Shadows and brandishing the strange loot they have brought from underground. Enjoying the admiration and flattery of everyone, I have to admit that they succeeded. People are fascinated by the mysterious tunnels, terrifying and dangerous monsters, and death in the darkness of the Shadows. These things, which had appeared only in their imaginations, were now presented to them in the form of a physical entity. This made everyone excited, and for a while, the taverns were overcrowded, from the natives of Cardiff to the merchants and travelers who roamed outside, to listen to the stories of the mercenaries who had ventured through the dark regions.

"You know what? There are thousands of those salamanders!! ”

The mercenary standing on the table was foaming at the mouth of his story, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes. He grabbed the flask next to him and poured a few sips into his throat until the alcohol revived his fluttering heart. He took a deep breath before continuing.

"They just pounced on us! Did you know? Those damn bastards will still spit fire!! They open their mouths. The flames are almost going to roast us jerky! Their sharp teeth are the size of daggers, and giving it to you is enough to stab you through!! ”

As he spoke. The mercenary took out a salamander's tooth from his bosom and "snapped" it on the table, which immediately aroused the audience's amazement again. Many people rushed forward, looking at the sharp and huge teeth, and let out an exclamation of disbelief. And seeing this scene, the mercenary was even more proud.

"Even an elite army would be hard pressed to survive such an attack!!"

He waved his hands vigorously, once again attracting the attention of the audience.

"But we survived! Not only did we survive, we also wiped out those damn reptiles!! Do you know how we do it? ”

The crowd shouted again, urging the mercenary to continue. There were even a few generous guests who asked the boss to give the mercenary a good bottle of ale as a sign of encouragement. And for this bottle of ale. The mercenary unceremoniously took it, drank it in one gulp, and then spoke aloud again. As the people in the tavern listened to him, they made exclamations or exclamations of admiration from time to time, and the whole bar was as hot as boiling water.

But not everyone likes to be lively.

Cotton sat in the corner of the bar with a depressed expression, staring blankly at the noisy scene in front of him. On the table in front of him, there were several empty wine bottles, and Cotton himself was also depressed at the moment. He leaned back in his chair, no longer in high spirits, and looked like a down-and-out beggar.

For Cotton, he never imagined that he would end up in such a situation.

In the beginning. He asked Viscount Balf to trouble Jenn, just to use the power of the other party to teach the arrogant bastard a lesson. But the next Qiē was completely unexpected by Cotton, who did not expect that Viscount Balf would not only be able to take down Jenn. Instead, he lost his own life. This put Cotton himself in danger, during the time Jenn was away. He was shivering like a rat and hiding in the stronghold. He didn't dare to go out at all, Cotton knew it well. Viscount Balve's family will definitely not stop there, they will sort out the whole thing, and in this way, they will naturally want to find out why Viscount Balf would want to find trouble with a down-and-out nobleman, and at that time, once they find out about their existence, Cotton can imagine that he will definitely not end well.

It was out of this fear that Cotton took the opportunity to blend in with his ranks as Locks led the group in retreat. He had feared that he would be discovered by Jenn, and then kicked him out of the way, leaving him to die in this terrible dark place. Luckily, Jenn didn't notice his existence, which reassured Cotton, and eventually, he managed to leave the Valkyrie Duchy with his squire.

Since Cotton also played a part in dealing with the salamanders, he received a number of quite generous rewards. But Cotton didn't just want to get rich, he wanted to be recognized by the temple and become a decorated nobleman. But when the news of Jenn's Medal of Honor arrived, Cotton knew that his hopes had been shattered.

At this moment, Cotton huddled in the corner, sipping from sip to inferior ale. His attendants have left him and started a new life with great rewards. They had broken their oath to Cotton, but Cotton didn't find it strange. The only one by his side now is Dobby, who has always been loyal to the Cotton family, and has been a family guard for Cotton since he was a child. And now, he is the only one who remains with Cotton.

"Dobby ..............."

Cotton shouted indistinctly and knocked on the table. Soon, a middle-aged man in warrior leather armor walked over and stood respectfully beside Cotton.

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

"One more bottle of wine............"

"Young master, you can't drink anymore, I'll help you go up and rest."

"One more bottle!!"

Cotton slapped Dobby's outstretched hand away, his eyes wide open, and he picked up his glass tremblingly. Then pour the ale from the cup into your own mouth. Feel the cold and exciting feeling flowing down your throat and eyes, the next moment. Cotton's consciousness was plunged into the abyss of darkness.

An icy cold wind blew.

When Cotton woke up again, he found that he was no longer in the messy tavern he had been before. It was dark all around. He opened his eyes in a daze, and looked around blankly, and was greeted by the light of dim torches, which seemed to be an underground wine cellar from the barrels scattered next to him.

How did you end up here?

Cotton shook his head, intending to stand up, but it wasn't until this time that he realized that he was tied to a chair. I can't even move.

"Dobby!!"

Cotton looked up, blankly looking around, and called out the names of his squires.

"Dobby !!"

Just when Cotton was confused, suddenly, a voice quietly emerged.

"I really didn't expect you, Mr. Cotton, to have so much strength."

Hearing this voice, Cotton's originally hazy mind suddenly cleared up a lot, and he straightened up and stared ahead. Soon. In Cotton's eyes, a figure in a luxurious costume slowly walked in front of him. And by his side, he was respectfully followed by his most loyal attendant, Dobby.

"Long time no see. Mr. Cotton. ”

With his usual graceful smile, Jenn looked at the man tied to the chair in front of him with a mocking expression.

"Frankly. I really didn't expect that, after offending me like that. You still have the courage to stay here and not leave. But that's okay, there's a good saying. If you have revenge, you don't want to take revenge, since you gave me this opportunity, then I naturally have to cherish it. ”

"You ....................."

Hearing this, Cotton glared at Jenn viciously, but he couldn't say a word. In the face of Cotton's glare, Jenn's expression was still so leisurely and complacent.

Jenn certainly knew why Viscount Balve's idiot would stupidly come to his own trouble, and in front of Enoa, no one could hide his secret. A little investigation of the corpse will reveal the truth of the matter in no time. It was Cotton who instigated Viscount Balf to go against him that brought him such a problem. Although for Jenn, this trouble is not strictly a trouble, but as a demon, flaws must be reported is a natural skill. Don't say that the other party is stumbling you behind your back, even if others stare at you, if you don't make him ruined to the death, can you still be considered a demon?

"Great, sir."

At this moment, Dobby, who was standing next to Jenn, was pale, and he looked at Cotton in a dodgy manner, and said to him in a low voice.

"I've met your requirements, isn't it ............?"

"Of course, I've always been a man of words."

Hearing Dobby's words, Jenn glanced at him and nodded. Then he reached into his arms, took out a bag of coins from his bosom and threw it over. Dobby, on the other hand, reached for the purse, opened it and looked at it, and from his joyful expression, Cotton knew that his loyal squire must have sold his master for a good price.

"Well, then I'll go first."

Putting the purse away, Dobby glanced at Cotton again, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he gave Jenn a flattering smile, and the somewhat squire turned to leave.

And at this moment, Cotton suddenly saw a huge, pitch-black figure fall silently from behind Dobby, and then, before the poor squire could react, he was crushed under him by the pitch-black giant beast that fell from the sky, accompanied by a terrible scream, and the next moment, the splash of blood and the sound of gnawing were muffled.

"I have always believed that loyalty, like trustworthiness, is a virtue to be followed."

Looking at the pale Cotton, Jenn chuckled, and then he stepped forward and came to Cotton, staring playfully at his sweaty face.

"Trust me, Mr. Cotton, I'll give you a memory you'll never forget." (To be continued......)