Who taught him to restore the country like this?

He patted Ron on the shoulder and the two left.

"A child is missing..."

Ron thought for a moment and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Hello, Mr. Wim, I was introduced by the Adventurer's Guild to learn third-level martial arts."

"Go back, I'm not in the mood to teach you right now!"

Really very irritable.

But Ron didn't give up: "I am the adventurer who saw through the demons' tricks at the banquet last night."

The people in the room were silent for a moment, and then their tone slowed down: "Come back tomorrow."

Ron smiled slightly and said, "I'm not forcing you. What I want to say is... maybe I can find your granddaughter, Mr. Wim."

There was another moment of silence, and then heavy footsteps came towards the door.

"What can you do?"

The door opened and Mr. Wim stared at Ron, who was half a head shorter than him.

As expected of a mercenary, he was so imposing and majestic that just standing in front of him made people feel a lot of pressure.

Ron felt that if he couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer, he would be in big trouble today.

Fortunately, he had already preliminarily guessed the murderer's purpose, and...

"I know his next target."

Chapter 31 Come prepared

The autumn rain is continuous and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

Kassel seemed to be shrouded in a veil. Before dusk, the streets and alleys seemed dim, and the only sound was the sound of rain washing the bluestone pavement.

As the number of guests in the hotel gradually decreased, Hull sat at the counter, drowsy.

Just as she was falling asleep, the light from the door was suddenly blocked by something, and a shadow was cast on her.

She immediately realized that a guest had arrived, and her sleepiness was immediately broken.

"welcome."

Hull stood up a little hastily and bowed politely to greet him.

"..."

The customer standing at the counter did not respond.

"Excuse me, do you need accommodation?" she asked.

The guest still did not respond.

Hull looked at the guest in front of him with confusion.

The guest was wearing a wet raincoat and her appearance could not be seen clearly, but judging from her physical features, she should be an older sister.

She had a wreath of flowers around her neck that gave off a pleasant scent.

"This wreath is so beautiful." Hull praised.

The guest raised his head as if hearing her praise.

Hull subconsciously looked into the guest's eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes reflecting a mysterious purple aura.

Such beautiful eyes...

This was the last thought in Heer's mind. After meeting the guest's gaze, she could no longer look away. Her watery eyes gradually lost focus and became empty.

At this time, the guest turned and walked out of the hotel.

Hull followed closely behind with lifeless eyes.

Two figures walked out of the city along the deserted alley.

after an hour.

They came to a rocky hill and stopped.

The man in the raincoat put his hand on a huge rock. As the magic power was transmitted, the rock slowly moved, and a two-meter-high hole gradually appeared.

The man in the raincoat put down his hand and was about to walk into the cave.

Suddenly there was a whistling sound of wind behind me.

The man in the raincoat jumped away quickly.

call out!

The arrowhead made of obsidian was embedded deeply into the wall of the cave with unstoppable force, blowing up a cloud of rubble.

"Finally found you, you stinky rat hiding in the dark corner."

An angry voice sounded from a distance.

Then another sharp arrow came rushing towards him.

Knowing that his whereabouts were exposed, the man in the raincoat was very decisive. After dodging the second arrow, he used the wind control technique to escape at full speed without looking back.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

A silver blade with a cold glow appeared out of nowhere, just a hair's breadth away from severing the raincoat man's throat.

The attack failed, and the man holding the short blade hid his presence again and lurked in the dark.

The man in the raincoat who had dodged the fatal blow had not yet managed to steady himself when another arrow shot from behind.

As if realizing the situation and knowing that he couldn't escape easily, the man in the raincoat finally started to fight back.

Her lips moved quickly, and a magic shield immediately appeared behind her.

boom!

The arrow hit the magic shield and shattered it.

At the same time, a huge ball of energy flew towards the direction where the arrow came from.

There was a loud bang, and the dense forest in the distance was razed to the ground in an instant.

"Fifth...fifth-level magic."

A short distance from the explosion, the archer sat slumped on the ground, still in shock.

The assassin on the other side was not having an easy time either.

The man in the raincoat cast a fifth-level storm magic and forced him out.

In the face of absolute strength, any skill is pale and powerless.

Fortunately, the man in the raincoat had no intention of wasting time on them. After forcing them back, he planned to escape.

But before she had walked a distance, she felt a dangerous aura.

She raised her hand and quickly formed a triple magic shield in front of her.

The next second, a gorgeous blade flashed, and the triple magic shield was easily cut through like paper.

The man in the raincoat flew into the air, lowered his eyes to look at the raincoat that was torn on the right shoulder, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed out.

After trying and finding that she couldn't raise her right hand, she looked down with a serious look at the gray-haired old man holding a long knife.

The frustrated assassin saw the man in the raincoat was injured and gloated, "Hey, if you want to leave, ask about the knife in Master Wim's hand first."

The raincoat man's fifth-level magic is indeed very powerful, but it is still not enough in front of Grandpa Wim's sixth-level martial arts.

The man in the raincoat knew he was no match for his opponent and tried to escape by taking advantage of his air superiority.

But obviously, this is impossible.

The mage's air advantage is particularly obvious against low-level fighters, but for high-level fighters, the air advantage is almost zero.

Wim stepped forward with his right foot, bent his knees and sank down. Beneath his old appearance, his muscles were as hard as steel.

He kicked the ground suddenly, and the soles of his boots hit the wet soil with a dull explosion. The next second, he soared into the sky like a cannonball, and his long sword drew a half-circle of silver moon light in the rain - the blade was wrapped in the sharp energy unique to the sixth-level martial arts, and even the raindrops that touched the blade were shaken back into mist.

The man in the raincoat's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hastily raised his left hand to cast wind magic to stop it, but he saw that the silver moon blade light did not stop, and it shattered all the chaotic storms.

Magic power gathered under his feet, and Wim leaped forward again in the air, approaching behind the man in the raincoat, and took advantage of the momentum of the leap to spin around and swing his sword.

boom!

The sword energy tore through the raincoat woman's newly formed magic shield, and a streak of blood bloomed at her waist.

"Get down here!"

Wim roared like thunder and smashed the handle of the knife hard on the back of the man in the raincoat.

The man in the raincoat groaned and fell from the air, rolling awkwardly into the muddy pile of rocks, his purple hair stained with blood sticking to his pale cheeks.

The assassin adventurer quickly stepped forward, without mercy, kneeled down on the chest of the person in the raincoat, roughly pulled off the wreath around her neck, and was about to put a magic-suppressing collar on her.

"This is……"

The assassin adventurer paused, looking in astonishment at the hideous cracks on the raincoat man's neck and the agate at his throat that looked like flesh and blood.

Wim walked over and was also stunned when he saw the neck of the man in the raincoat. Then his eyes gradually became solemn, and he had a vague guess about the identity of the man in the raincoat.

After tying up the man in the raincoat, Wim walked into the cave.

The cave leads downwards, and about ten meters underground, there is an open space with rows of iron chairs.

And on each iron chair, there was a child in his early ten years old tied up.

They all fell into a coma, and more than half of them had the same cracks on their necks as the man in the raincoat, and some even had gray agate growing in their throats.

shocking.

"Jenna."

Wim found his granddaughter among the children. He untied the ropes on her and called her name.