Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Sienna Fergenassus?"

"Yes, I am Sienna, the pyromancer who just came from Altdorf."

Franz Löner stroked his half-grown beard and couldn't help but ponder the three people in front of him.

He was an intelligence agent trusted by the Emperor and had been based in Uberik for decades. There was nothing he didn't know about the situation from Altdorf south to Montforge.

Not long ago, Emperor Franz gave this senior intelligence officer a secret order to persuade five guys of different races, backgrounds, and beliefs to fight for the empire.

First of all, Victor Salzepyre, a witch hunter who was appointed as the guard of the inner court of the Electoral Council at a young age, was a promising candidate for Franz. He was experienced, young, strong, passionate, and a believer in Sigmar.

Secondly, there is Markus Kruber, a former imperial soldier who served in Ostermark for many years. He was taken away by the elves when he was about to become a great swordsman. He has rich experience in fighting the Yankees and believes in Tal.

Again, the pyromancer Sienna Fergnathus, now the pyromancer of the Aldolf School of Magic, is the favorite student of the elf professor Ella. She seems to be specializing in some magic that is not allowed by the church and believes in Myrmidia.

"Can you explain to me why the people from the town administration office sent the bill to me?" Lona held up a very long bill, which clearly stated the chaos and destruction caused by the three people in front of him in the urban area last night.

A sneak attack by a small team of rats would not have caused much noise, but they could not withstand the passionate performance of the Flame Mage. In Sienna's first battle after leaving the academy, she seemed to have forgotten the precautions given by her instructor. The Wind of Akshay overloaded her brain and she accidentally set a city block on fire.

Victor and Marcus, who were in the sea of ​​fire fighting with the rats, lacked judgment of their surroundings and did not stop Sienna's actions. At least in their opinion, the effect of setting the rats on fire was much more exciting than fighting with swords.

As a result, and with the strong wind last night, the three people became the persons under investigation.

"I have no source of income." Sienna spread her hands and placed the silver staff of Iselamar, her apprenticeship gift, on the counter, indicating that this was the only valuable thing on her body.

Marcus pointed at Victor and explained incoherently: "Sir, you instructed me to fight... I didn't expect that rat could set the pigsty on fire."

"Silver Hammer will not compensate for this kind of...unnecessary accidents." Victor stood with his arms folded, and except for his trembling brows that showed his fear of the bill, it seemed that this was Lona's responsibility.

"Four thousand three hundred and sixty-two gold coins. Is Massawa Street made of gold? I should really check how big their promise is." Complaining non-stop, Lona put the bill on the counter. He didn't care about this little bit of gold. In the end, Emperor Franz would pay for it anyway.

But what really concerned him was that these three imperial people who seemed to be the easiest to get along with had caused quite a bit of trouble when they just met. God only knew how much more trouble the elves and dwarves could cause.

The tavern owner sighed and took out a bottle of brandy from behind him. He was just thinking about chatting with the three young heroes, but he didn't expect the tavern door to be opened again.

The person from the town administration office slapped a bill on the counter with a smile on his face, as Lona looked as pale as a pig.

"Boss Lona, you are our big sponsor. Can you come over sometime to settle the bill? We can also go to the tax bureau to calculate the amount in person, right?"

The bill deliverer pointed at the tall and short men behind him, his expression full of joking: "Early this morning, the two of them had a quarrel in a bar and found a place to fight.

As for the dwarf, he was probably unhappy with the elves, so he blew up the stable with the Troll Hammer rocket launcher, which made Baron Adelaide very angry.

As for the Elf, perhaps he was displeased with the dwarves, so he shot a poisonous arrow, which was blocked by his shield and hit the warhorse that Baron Adelaide was raising.

The Reik Guards stationed here quickly captured them. When Baron Adelaide asked for compensation, the elf said he wanted to find you. It seems that the dwarf brother doesn’t want to trouble the clan... "The Soga Elf, with a square scarf covering his face, was wearing bark protective gear with traditional Asrai characteristics. His agile posture was in line with the Empire's impression of the forest dwellers in the forest.

Another dwarf wearing meteorite plate armor was carrying a Troll Hammer rocket launcher on his back. Judging from the empty barrel, he must have looked very handsome when he shot at the stable just now.

Lona took the bill and casually glanced at the amount at the bottom. Anyway, he couldn't afford to compensate for the precious horse raised by Baron Adelaide, so he let the emperor communicate with the Baron.

"Bardin Gorickson? Kerillian?"

"Yes, I'm Gorickson, give me a barrel of Bergman II."

"Ah."

The different reactions made Lorna nod slightly to the bill deliverer: "I will handle these two compensations later."

Until he realized that Lona was definitely not the tavern owner's debt collector, he did not get too entangled with him, and he did not want to get involved in the strange atmosphere in the tavern.

"Baron Adelaide is not a good-tempered person. I suggest you try to resolve the issue through other channels."

Five people gathered together, but the atmosphere was particularly strange. When Lona turned around and searched for their favorite drinks, the evaluation and judgment never stopped.

First, the most suspicious witch hunter, Victor Salzepyre, nodded to Bardeen. It was obviously a deliberate arrangement, but the reason was not yet guessed.

But this did not prevent him from making an evaluation of the other four first.

Marcus is a good soldier, obedient and brave; Sienna is a little crazy, but her every move is full of enthusiasm; not to mention Bardin, a reliable dwarf brother, who can be more reliable than the Ironbreaker.

Only Kerillian...

As Victor's one eye swept across the elf, a dagger had already crossed the gap of several meters and stabbed in front of the witch hunter from the corner of the bar.

"Close your eyes, you short-lived creature."

"This is the Empire. I have the right and obligation to examine any suspicious individuals."

Victor no longer pretended and looked the elf up and down without hiding his feelings, which made Kerillian, who was already unhappy, become even more weird in tone.

"Oh, noble witch hunter, I remember when you were first established, you particularly liked to find women and children and use burning and swords to satisfy the church's requirements. Were you afraid of losing your job, or worried that Sigmar hated the Yankees?"

"You..." Even Victor, who is calm by nature, was extremely annoyed by the elf's sarcasm, saying that the witch hunters were cowards who only dared to attack civilians who could not resist.

But soon, Victor calmed down and drew out the dagger in front of him as if nothing had happened: "I thought the Asrai were all free. There seems to be a saying that life has its own source... But why would an Athel Loren elf appear in a remote tavern in the empire? Is it because of an irresistible order?"

"You..." (End of Chapter)