"Lord Raymond, the matter of crossing the front line has been arranged in advance, and I will wait for you at the sixth gate of the front war zone early tomorrow morning......"

Hegel, the attendant of the gray-robed Matthews, bowed down to take his leave, was a sturdy man with a large figure, who did not speak much but seemed very capable.

After he left, Raymond entered the room and sat down, then pointed to the sofa opposite and motioned for Scar to sit down with Freya, the dark elf.

Scar, who looked excited, as if he had not yet shaken off his excitement, was quiet when he sensed that the atmosphere was not right, his eyes became a little evasive, and his large, black-haired hands had not left his waist since Raymond saw him.

And Freya, the dark elf with a confused and dazed expression, also seemed to have lost her soul, Raymond's gesture was not noticed by her, but a person staggered into the room next to her, and finally seemed to knock over something, accompanied by the tinkling sound appeared, and then returned to the hall with a panicked face, with a blank expression but doubts in his eyes.

Seeing this, the scar that laughed at Ha Lu Ha Da Lu seemed to have seen the most interesting thing, and the dark elf Freya, who was still standing there with doubts in her eyes, did not get angry, but glanced at Raymond and her cheeks turned crimson in vain, and then sat on the sofa at Raymond's signal, and it was extremely rare that she sat with her knees together in a very upright posture, with a little bit of ladylike taste.

On the way back, he noticed a change in the mood of the two people, but Raymond, who had roughly guessed the reason, did not speak, but focused his eyes on the scar who was still smirking at the dark elf Freya with his stomach in his arms, and waited patiently.

Scar's calm gaze quickly stopped his big smile, and he sat up stiffly, but his right hand was still on his waist. His eyes became even more flustered.

Raymond, who still hadn't spoken, stared at Scar calmly, until his face became pale and couldn't sit still, he straightened up and pointed to the table in front of Scar. "Take out all the things and come here, what the owner of the munitions store has given you, and what he has explained will be said together!"

Hearing the sound of Scar's pupils, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his muscles tensed in shock, and his buttocks raised a posture of wanting to escape, but the calm Raymond and the suspicious eyes of the dark elf Freya next to him finally made Scar sit down again, and reluctantly removed his right hand that was holding his waist. He took off his bulging pocket.

But he grabbed the scar that didn't open his waist bag, but he coughed a few times and laughed dryly. "It's nothing, it's just that the shopkeeper wants me to ask you for a good word, and wants to say something nice to the gray-robed Matthews through you, so that he can explain......"

Raymond, who didn't respond, looked at the waist bag in Scar's hand and his face. After a few moments, Scar suddenly understood, and opened the waist bag. Put the contents on the table in the same way.

First some silver and gold kri. Then there were some miscellaneous things, as if he was struggling with himself, and Scar's forehead, which was moving more and more slowly, began to sweat, and his cheeks twitched from time to time.

And Freya, the dark elf sitting next to her, finally came to her senses completely at this time, and she was finally annoyed by Scar's hesitant movements. Jumping up, he rushed to Scar's side, snatching Scar's waist pouch and shaking it, causing everything inside to fall onto the table.

There was a loud bang, and a pile of unconventionally shaped mid-grade hedron fell out of the bulging waist bag.

A spar that shimmers with a faint glow. There were at least thirty or forty of them, and the soldiers rolled on the table before stopping after a moment.

Seeing this, the dark elf Freya gasped with a flash of surprise in her eyes, and the stunned Scar's face changed instantly, and she turned her head and was about to get angry, but the dark elf Freya, who had already stared, looked even more fierce than him!

Scar, whose expression was completely collapsed, sat back on the sofa and muttered very depressedly. "This, this is what the shopkeeper asked me to talk to, and it definitely has nothing to do with the previous transaction......

But Freya, the dark elf who was clutching the waist bag, sneered sarcastically. "It doesn't matter? So many spars just let you bring a word? What ability does your scar have to help the shopkeeper bring a message? Are you planning to start blinding people again!"

"That's true! That's what the shopkeeper said when he called me to the side!"

Scar's justification made the dark elf Freya's face full of disappointment, and she roared after a little thought. "Say, is there something wrong with the goods sent by the clerk? These hedrons are your hush money?"

He jumped up with a smack, and Scar, who suddenly came up to the dark elf Freya, roared. "You fart! Lao Tzu hasn't fallen to that extent!"

The sneering dark elf Freya no longer spoke, and her face became more and more red, as if the scar that was about to explode, also clenched her fists, and the sword rattled as if she would start fighting in the next moment!

And Raymond, who had been observing the two, finally opened his mouth at this time. "Okay! Scar wouldn't do such a thing, but his mind really isn't bright!"

His face turned pale, but then Scar, whose face turned red, tore open his robe and violently pounded his chest and roared. "Lord Raymond, my scar is a benefit from the shopkeeper, but it definitely has nothing to do with the previous transaction!"

Freya, the dark elf standing next to her, wanted to speak, but Raymond, who had already understood the reason, waved at her. "Pour me some water......"

Sensing that Raymond seemed to want to avoid himself, the dark elf Freya was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked into the end of the corridor next to the hall, pushed open the kitchen door but did not pour water, but pointed her ears and began to listen.

Raymond, who was sitting on the couch, ignored the Dark Elf Freya's careful thoughts, and said after letting Scar sit down. "The shopkeeper must have been cleaned up by the gray-robed Matthews, because he has no eyes...... Although this matter has nothing to do with you, since you have accepted his favor, you will definitely not be able to do what he asked, so now I just want to ask how you will deal with it?"

He opened his mouth to explain, but soon Scar's face turned pale, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and finally his expression became panicked.

Seeing that Scar had woken up, Raymond began to analyze. "Gray-robed Matthews is one of the two giants of the front war zone, even if a small munitions store has a bit of a big background, it must be impossible to make the gray-robed Matthews back down, which is related to his authority in the front war zone......"

Raymond, who deliberately stopped at this point, waited for Scar to figure it out before continuing. "But you can't do anything after you receive the benefits, even if the shopkeeper is unlucky and won't come to you for trouble, he will always think of you, and when the time comes, it will be very troublesome and dangerous to resist the entanglement of the shopkeeper with your strength......"

Hearing this, Scar was stunned, and after a while, he muttered to himself in a daze. "Impossible, right?, just a little hedron that bastard doesn't have to target me like this, right?"

Seeing that Scar still had illusions, Raymond, who hesitated, pushed his palm on the table, and hundreds of intermediate spars appeared there. "After I met Pompeii, I have had some friendship along the way, and these can be regarded as your reward for helping me before...... It's just that the momentum behind the shopkeeper is not something you can resist, so if you want to leave, then I suggest you leave now, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to leave when the shopkeeper reacts......"

Scar, whose eyes became glazed, stared at the pile of hedrons on the table for a moment, slapped himself in vain, and muttered a little out of control. "Make you greedy, make you greedy, greed will die......"

The sound of crackling echoed through the hall, and soon Scar's cheeks swollen, and a figure rushed out of the hallway, accompanied by the fluctuation of energy that struck Scar in the back of the head...... (To be continued......)