Something is wrong!

The shadows similar to the "Fallen Man" before could be explained as sentry, but what was the sudden team of alchemy transformed warriors in front of me?

Did you die?

After Qin Ran narrowed his eyes and judged the strength of the alchemy transformed warrior through his experience and breath, he became more and more confused.

Alchemy transformed warriors may be much better than normal people.

But compared to him, it is completely inconvenient.

With the cunning that Barry showed, it was impossible to send his troops to die even though he knew this.

unless……

"The other party cannot fully grasp the situation in front of him!"

"Maybe because of the death of that post, he discovered a new invader, but he didn't know who the invader was... No, it's not right!"

"If I had built such a big stage, I would have known this stage well. There would be no such mistake!"

"But the appearance of this team of alchemy warriors..."

The doubts in his heart made Qin Ran gesture to O'Hara, and then rushed towards this team of alchemy transforming warriors with [Arrogant Words].

He needs more information to determine what is going on.

The clue is naturally the alchemy transformed warrior in front of him.

Cutting melons and vegetables is just like cutting melons.

Qin Ran swept across the team of alchemy transformed warriors in front of him.

Then, he checked it carefully.

From the most basic personal belongings to the stomach bag.

All things Qin Ran thought needed to be checked were not spared.

When he saw something, Qin Ran narrowed his eyes.

"is that so?"

Qin Ran maintained a skeptical attitude towards the clues collected in front of him.

Even if it was found by himself.

...

The mysterious members of the cloth dressed in red leather armor were busy.

Some of them depict magic circles on the ground, while others move bottles, big or small bottles into the magic circle that had just been drawn.

Of course, this is a good painting, just pointing to a certain part.

Some part of a complete magic circle.

But even this part occupies the entire central square of Ceylon City.

The fountains, sculptures, benches, street lights, gardens, lawns and other facilities that originally belonged here have been demolished five days ago.

The flat ground was covered with a thick layer of grease-like things.

The magic circle is depicted on this layer of oil.

When the palms passed by, a depression immediately appeared on the oil, and the excess oil rushed to both sides and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A faint stench appeared with this solidification.

And among the solidified oil, faces that were looming began to appear.

Struggle, confused.

Pray, despair.

The expression on every face is so real.

But it was impossible to impress these mysterious members at all.

Everyone involved in the arrangement of the magic circle had a cold expression and serious expression.

Even, they have surprisingly similarities in some of their actions.

Coupled with the same color of clothing, it looks like a robot.

There is only one exception.

The same red jacket is completely sewn from the linen, and three belts that rise from the back tighten the extra parts of the clothing room.

There was another wider belt around his waist.

Two leather pockets hung on the left.

On the right is a dagger.

In his hand, he held a metal stick of a height of someone.

A finger-wide scar starts from the top of the bare head to the chin.

Judging from the hideous scar alone, it seems that the head of the person in front of him was cut off and then stitched together.

"How are our allies?"

He asked.

"Same as the previous few days!"

He answered.

“Where are our guests?”

He continued to ask.

"He is coming towards the trap!"

He continued to answer.

The scar kept twitching as the corners of the mouth opened and closed in front of him, like a huge centipede twisting his body, but what was even more shocking was the other person himself.

Every question and answer room comes from the same mouth of the same person.

This scene was enough to shock ordinary people, but the people around him turned a blind eye.

It seems that I have been used to it.

...

Ceylon City, downtown.

Some room underground.

Barry was careful and trimming the cigar in his hand carefully.

Instead of using cigar cuts, we used smaller scissors, which were similar to those of ladies who trimmed their eyebrows.

Knock, Knock.

In a unique way, Barry trims the cigar into a pointed cone shape.

Then, ignite it directly with a small pine oil torch.

Barry hummed an ancient song in his mouth, and his right hand holding the cigar was constantly twisting.

Because of the special pruning method, the cigar was quickly coaxed and ignited.

No rush to feel the fragrance in the smoke.

Barry clamped the lit cigar between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, holding a wine glass filled with ice in his right hand.

The golden wine flowed and hovered in the gaps of the ice.

Barry watched the wine flowing intently.

Then, I drank the wine in the glass in one sip, and also contained the ice in my mouth.

Crunch, crunch.

The ice cubes were chewed.

The hot wine and ice intertwined each other, causing Barry's tongue and mouth to feel a sense of numbness, and at this time, he held the cigar in his mouth.

The fragrant smoke was swallowed and spit out.

After a while, the whole room was filled with smoke from cigars.

But Barry continued to suck the cigar in big mouthfuls as if he was unconscious.

He didn't look like a person who enjoyed cigars at all, but a reckless man who didn't know how to appreciate cigars at all.

Especially the wine glass on his right hand.

A mixture of high-quality agaves and hundreds of strong liquors is being injected into it constantly.

A normal person could not handle a glass of wine, but Barry drank it one after another.
To be continued...