87_87643The red-robed mage tavern in the corner of the colony is also a solid stone structure, with narrow and small windows, and there is not even a conspicuous sign on the outside, which at first glance may have thought it is a warehouse.

It's more like a place for the staff inside the colony to rest and have fun. Merchants, guards, clerks, and apprentices who have not yet attained the red-robed qualifications - outsiders would generally prefer to spend a few minutes in a tavern outside than spend the night in a stronghold unless they really have something to do and have to stay overnight. There is no drunkard with flying eyes, you can't tell vulgar jokes, let alone see exciting tavern fights, here you even have to pick up the drink yourself, and settle the bill first, break anything else, if you really don't know the drunkenness, you will be kicked out by the guards immediately, or even put in an underground prison as an intruder, and can only be released after paying a fine...... The red-robed mage is not a talkative bartender.

The only thing that makes sense is that the wine here is really good.

Morrill and Forty-Seven pushed the door open and entered, causing a small commotion. They turned their gaze to Moriel, but immediately turned back when they saw the tattoo on the female mage's face, and two other mages quietly got up and gave way to a well-positioned table closest to the wine rack.

"I didn't think you were quite authoritative here. Forty-seven glanced inside the tavern and saw that almost half of the people were bald—even a few women, and even more tattooed.

"Is this the underworld Shaolin?" he muttered in a low voice.

Morriel sighed imperceptibly. After years of evasion, she was back entangled with the Red Mage Society—in a way she hadn't thought of. The red-robed mage barely left the tavern. Even the taverns in the base are rarely visited. The red-robed mages considered this kind of place to be crude and vulgar, and full of dangers, which did not suit their identity. They were more accustomed to feasting on food and wine in their luxurious private residences and feasting on their secret and evil pleasures...... But Moriel loves taverns, and she wants to get rid of the traces of the red-robed mage as much as possible, not to reject the simple superficial work of the red robe and to hide the tattoos on her face, but to keep reminding herself in the depths of her mind that I am different from them.

Therefore, even if she decided to spend the night in the stronghold, she was not willing to stay in the luxurious suite that Jia Li had prepared for her to work and rest for high-level red-robed mages.

But now the reaction of these people reminded Morriel once again. made her have to face up to her current status. She was a red-robed mage, and she was probably the highest-ranking in the entire stronghold right now, because in terms of the power of the caster alone, Jia Li was indeed willing to bow down. This meant that Morriel was now almost the queen of the colony, wielding enormous power and being able to use it as she pleased with the people in front of her - the thought made her a little uneasy, was she reintegrating into the life of a red-robed mage?

The thought swept away Moriel's good mood and almost wanted to change his mind. Immediately left the base.

Forty-seven has no consciousness of being a construct. Seeing Morrill stand still, he strode around Morrill to the vacant seat.

Now that we've decided to cooperate, let's think about other worries later. Whether intentionally or not, Forty-Seven always made Morriel feel a heartless lightness—and even with her. Now Morriel must stop him before he knocks over the chair or the wine rack. Forty-seven sat down on the chair first, then tilted his head back to reach the wine rack behind him, and the poor wooden chair was already a little overwhelmed because it could only support Forty-Seven with two hind feet.

"They have a tattoo that looks handsome, and I want one too. Forty-seven said, looking at three well-armed tattooed warriors on a table not far away.

"Don't stare at them. It's rude. Moriel warned Forty-Seven, knowing that the only reason the two men and a woman who were enduring Forty-Seven's unbridled scrutiny did not rush over and draw their swords against each other was because they had no dignity or status in front of her, the red-robed mage. They are the bodyguards of the red-robed mage. Thugs, playthings, lackeys, slave samurai who swore eternal allegiance. Enough is pitiful.

But maybe you can ask them something. Morriel didn't know how many red-robed mages there were in the Deepstream stronghold besides Jia Li, and which factions they belonged to. These should be understood, and she didn't want Jia Li to tell her all the news. A business stronghold of such magnitude and staggering profits as Deep Stream would not be controlled by a single mentor investment, but would have to maintain a delicate balance of power and interests at mutual compromise - and Morriel should take advantage of that balance as much as possible. Instead of recklessly breaking it. She was alone here, without the support of her mentor, without her own intelligence sources and trade network, and with only her magic and Forty-Seven's lethal force - Moriel didn't want to be a spearman for anyone else, let alone Forty-Seven for someone else, especially since this guy's consistent appearance proved that he didn't seem to mind it.

Morrill hooked his finger at the female tattooed warrior in one of them, motioning for her to come over.

"You may be seated. ”

The female warrior hesitated for a moment when she heard this word, she was not used to being treated politely by a red-robed mage, but she still obeyed the order.

She was tall and shoulders about as wide as a man's. Beneath the tight leather armor were the powerful muscles of a female leopard, and half of her head had been shaved off

The intricate magical tattoo on her forehead was revealed, and this strange look made people - but in front of Moriel, she looked very respectful, bowing her head slightly, avoiding eye contact with the female mage.

"What's your name?" asked Moriel, abandoning the idea of inviting her for a drink, in a commanding tone.

"My name is Nancy, honorable Miss Morrill. The female warrior replied cautiously, trying to ignore the red-red gaze of the forty-seven.

"Oh, do you know me?" Morriel put down his glass, "Are you Teacher Jia Li's guardian warrior?"

"No, Miss Morriel. Nancy said, "Actually, I'm ......"

The door to the tavern was slammed open. A soldier barged in: "We're in trouble!

Except for non-combatants and a handful of outsiders. All the mages and warriors belonging to the Red-robed Mage Guild stood up. Nancy saluted Morriel, and immediately turned to pick up his sword and shield after receiving Morriel's slight bow, and shouted in a snarky tone that was completely different from Moriel's when he spoke, "Go get a bow and arrow!"

The regular guards and tattooed warriors quickly walked out of the tavern, with the mage following behind. They were decisive and well-trained, and knew at a glance that they would not be soft on anyone who dared to offend the interests of the red-robed mage—Forty-Seven and Morriel looked at each other and decided to follow suit.

The atmosphere at the gate was already tense.

Upon hearing the news, the soldiers of the Red-robed Mage Society joined the camp of the night guards, forming a semi-circular formation to block the intruders at the main entrance. The archers on the sentry tower had already wound their arrows, and Morriel and Forty-Seven were far away when they heard Nancy screaming angrily, "Let her go! you psychopathic bitch! Or do you want to have sex with my sword?"

Seeing Morrill approaching, the soldiers in the stronghold stepped aside, allowing the focus on her to be focused all at once - this was not Moriel's intention. Nancy stopped cursing, and several other tattooed warriors immediately gathered around Morriel, blocking the angle where anyone might sneak up, ready to protect the female mage with weapons and bodies. This very professional gesture made the hanging forty-seven also stand up straight and whistle approvingly—though it sounded more like the sizzling sound of a viper inhaling.

"Evil red-robed female mage. You're here!"

In the field, he used a long sword shining with white light to cross the neck of a little girl in a red robe, and the paladin Morriel met Difiona at noon. Her jewel-like blue eyes reflected the glow of weapons and torches, and there was a holy anger on her face, which could have been an ambassador of the divine fight against evil if it weren't for the poor little girl she was holding back to her chest and abdomen.

But it wasn't a real little girl. She was a Confucian—Moriel recognized this from her woody brown skin and slightly different image traits from that of humans. Fiona's blade clung to the girl's neck, her skin would be cut through even if she spit out a single syllable, and the white-gloved paladin's white-gloved left hand tugged at her shoulder, and the wide red robe wrinkled as a result. It seems that the female Confucian is even thinner.

Behind Fiona were four knights on horses, also dressed in silver-white armor, as solemn as statues at the entrance of the temple - but the marks of a recent battle could be seen in their weapons and shields.

Morriel frowned. Purely because of Fiona's aggressive attitude and sympathy for seeing a spellcaster coerced by brute force: "What's going on?"

"This red-robed mage Ru is suspected of engaging in illegal drug deals with the criminal organization of Deep Stream, and has injured several paladins while we are arresting!" said Fiona haughtily, as if she were facing not dangerous mages and warriors, but a swarm of ants, "As a servant of the Lord of Splendour, a member of the noble Knights of the Dawn. I will now take this nude and put her to a just trial!"

If Morrill hadn't been there, it would have been a fight right away. To take a red-robed mage from the stronghold, the archers on this side of the stronghold have already drawn their bows - the horses snorted. The knights on horseback also raised their shields, ready to meet them.

Morrill raised his hand and motioned for everyone to calm down. Now in this situation, she also has to come out, who made her a red-robed mage?

"You're a Fiona knight, aren't you?" she looked at the paladin in front of her, her gaze determined and fearless. Such people are the most difficult to convince, because they do not allow the things they believe in to be tarnished a bit, and are convinced that black is black and white is white, and that there is no middle way to go.

"As far as I know...... The red-robed mage has autonomy within the commercial stronghold. The red-robed mages will manage their own strongholds, and others have no right to interfere, do you want to violate the agreement between the red-robed mages and the rulers of Deep Stream?"

Fiona smiled contemptuously.

"But the residents of the stronghold also have to abide by the laws of Deep Stream!" she said loudly, "This female was discovered by us when we met with the criminals in the dock area of Deep Stream, so naturally she will be punished by the laws of Deep Stream!

"Who is this girl?" Forty-Seven stabbed Nancy suddenly.

Nancy didn't expect Moriel, a metal-skinned retinue, to interject when his master was negotiating. But it's not good not to answer: "...... She's the morning light ride

Paladin, thug of the Temple of Splendour!"

"Oh. Forty-seven looked at Fiona, "I thought she was the law." ”

Fiona's face turned white with anger: "No matter what......"

In the distance of the street, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

It was the guards of Deepstream, the chainmailed cavalry that sped in, blocking the street from both ends.

The two leading men jumped off their horses.

Fiona still held on to the female mage, but bowed respectfully to the unusually tall middle-aged warrior in blue full-body armor and the slightly shorter aristocratic man behind him, "Teacher Cassins, Sir Brown. ”

The two nodded slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

The aristocratic man glanced at it and saw that Moriel was now the supreme leader of the red-robed mage's side. He walked over and saluted: "Good evening, respected female mage. I'm Galen Brown, commander of the City Guard in Deepstreamers. This is Lord Cassim, the Holy Knight of the Knights of the Morning Glow. Isn't Master Jia Li here?"

Indeed, Jali has yet to show up - perhaps he sees this as a good opportunity to push Morrill to the forefront.

"Hello, Sir Brown. Morriel deliberately ignored the tall paladin, who was standing beside Fiona and whispering something to her, causing the paladin's face to darken.

"About the Knights of Dawn's seizure of the red-robed mage this time...... May I ask what the officials of Deep Stream City mean?"

Galen Brown groaned for a moment, not answering immediately.

Morrill now concluded that the paladin didn't have any of it—at least not the red-robed mage.

After waiting for a moment, Brown pondered and said, "The Knights of Morning Light are a noble organization that is respected and loved by the inhabitants of Deep Waterstream...... We are glad to have their assistance in combating the criminal activities of the City of Deep. ...... about today's dispute"

"Why don't you ask the person concerned?" Forty-Seven suddenly pointed to the female confucian under Fiona's accusation, "She has the right to remain silent." But it doesn't have to be. ”

"Fiona. Kassim of the Blue Armor gestured to the paladin. Fiona moved her sword away a little, but didn't let go: "But, Mr. Kassim......"

Accompanied by a crisp syllable, the colorful ripple-like dazzling light suddenly exploded centered on the female girl. Everyone was dizzy by the light, and by the time the light was gone, the female mage had broken away from Fiona's pincer and ran towards the red-robed mage's camp. Fiona leaped to her feet and reached for the back of her neck, met Nancy and another tattooed warrior with a furious sword and axe—Fiona's glittering white sword shook their weapons apart, but the female mage was already hiding among the soldiers. If you want to arrest her again, it will inevitably end in an all-out war.

"I didn't do anything, you stupid paladins!" the barmaid stroking her throat and screaming, "I'm just drinking in that tavern!

Whatever she had done before, she had now left herself alone.

"You despicable ......," Fiona's sword lit up. But Cassin put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her.

The other party had no hostages, and the soldiers in the commercial base were immediately ready to move.

"Nancy, teach me a lesson about this cocky bitch......" The female mage cursed at Fiona in hatred, but there was a sharp pain in her shoulder. The terrifying hand strength far surpassed that of the female paladin, like a vise that was gradually tightening. She looked up in astonishment to find an angular one. The face reflecting a strange metallic luster was looking at him condescendingly, his eyes as red as the fire of the abyss, and the other hand of the owner of the face grasped Nancy: "Adults are talking, children don't interject." ”

I didn't think that Forty-Seven would actually stop the war. Morrill thinks that she has to be tough now, and she is sure that this Sir Galen Brown has not brought so many people to attack the stronghold of the red-robed mage: "Sir Brown, do you insist that the Knights of the Morning Light take this red-robed mage? I think we should solve the problem in a more rational way...... I'm just a newcomer to Deepstreamer, and I don't really have a strong binding force on them. ”

Brown glanced back at Cassim, who looked unkind, but didn't say anything.

"I believe that magical drugs are dangerous to the people of Deep Stream. We will continue to crack down on the black market drug trade, as always, and we will not ......be relentless," Brown said, "But the Red-robed Mage Guild is also an important trading partner of Deep Streamers. What happened tonight was that we were reckless, and we will look into it carefully...... Excuse me. ”

Before leaving, Fiona glanced back at Moriel hatefully.

Morrill watched as the guards disappeared around the corner, turning back to the female mage rubbing her shoulders with a bitter face and Nancy, who was glaring at Forty-Seven.

"Miss Moriel, you ......" Nancy looked down, remembering that the tin face belonged to the female mage.

"Moriel?" the nude suddenly raised her head to look at her, and then suddenly exclaimed happily, "Moriel, don't you recognize me? I'm Kani! Oh, time flies, when we were studying the basics of spells together, you were still a little girl without tattoos!".