"Bring me another bottle of cider."
Caster, who had just eaten and drank enough, pulled out his dagger, picked his yellowed teeth with the sharp tip of the dagger, and said to the waitress in a casual tone, "Let's keep accounts together."
The waitress hesitated and turned to look at the boss standing behind the counter.
The boss looked very ugly, but he still nodded.
Caster smiled, drunkenly picked up the bottle and walked out of the tavern.
The tavern owner watched his figure disappear and couldn't help but spit on the ground. "Bah!"
This Caster was originally just a little gangster on the street. He often did dirty work and was despised by everyone.
Unexpectedly, he actually joined Gallo Brotherhood, and he suddenly started shaking.
The tavern owner hated him, but he didn't dare to do anything to Caster.
Humming a tuneless tune, Caster walked forward along the deserted street with three shaking steps.
The night was already very dark, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Only some lights were shining through the buildings along the street. The barking of wild dogs came from the deep alleys, which sounded quite scary.
But Lost was not afraid at all. He looked up at the moon hanging high in the night sky and raised the bottle of wine in his hand.
call!
At this moment, a strong wind roared over, and a black thing instantly smashed the bottle in Caster's hand, and then hit him in the face!
Caster Before he could even let out a scream, his nose and cheeks suddenly sunk, and the broken glass pierced deeply into his eyes.
The last image in this ruffian's sight was a rapidly spreading blood!
He fell backward involuntarily and fell to the ground, his limbs twitched several times, and red blood spread out from under his body.
Within a few minutes, several dark shadows sneakily jumped out of the nearby dark alley.
They looked around furtively, and then dragged Caster's body into the dark alley as quickly as possible!
Soon there was no sound.
And this scene was all clearly seen by Ronan, who was hiding in the shadows on the street corner.
He smiled coldly, adjusted the hood on his head, and then quietly left the street.
The cold moonlight fell on the quiet long street, and several rats crawled out of the sewer opening. They jumped carefully and approached the blood stains remaining on the ground.
After making sure it was safe, he began to lick greedily.
The death of a gang member or a scum of society can also provide nourishment for lower existences.
No one will even care about the disappearance of Lost!
The next morning, Ronan clocked in at Third Precinct on time as usual.
Then he got good news and bad news.
The good news is that Ronan got an opportunity to patrol the streets independently. The bad news is that he has to patrol the streets independently today.
Old Hart, who has been carrying Ronan, accidentally broke his waist last night and needs to stay in bed for a few days. However, Third Precinct is currently very manpower intensive and cannot arrange for anyone else to help Ronan.
Therefore, Ronan can only take care of himself during today's patrol work.
And this will give him extra points for becoming a regular.
The premise is not to poke trouble.
In addition, Ronan is also allowed to carry a sword - the deterrent effect of just carrying a baton is too weak.
"Be safe."
Third Precinct's policewoman Selina specifically warned, "If you encounter danger, sound the siren immediately. Colleagues will come to reinforce you. Don't act like a hero!"
As a result, just because of these words of concern, Ronan gained some "hatred" from his colleagues.
Ronan shrugged helplessly. "I understand."
He could feel that this beautiful policewoman regarded him as the little brother next door.
In fact, regardless of age, appearance and temperament, the current Ronan really looks like a younger brother.
He brought a standard cross sword and started today's patrol mission.
The patrol route of the police station officers is fixed, and Ronan has no new ideas, and still follows the original path through the streets and alleys of the jurisdiction.
Lower City is very lively during the day, with many pedestrians coming and going.
Local residents in a hurry, mud-legged farmers from the countryside, traveling merchants carrying large and small bags, tough-looking warriors...
A burly man caught Ronan's attention.
The other person was almost two meters tall, and he stood out from the crowd when walking on the street. He wore a set of old and worn-out leather armor, carried a big sword and a long bow on his back, and held his mount in hand with an expressionless face.
When passers-by saw this man, they immediately gave way.
Everyone's eyes were full of contempt, disgust and fear, as if the other party was a plague that they could not be infected with!
Witcher!
The memory of his predecessor told Ronan that this person was the demon hunter who made a living by hunting Devil Creature.
It is said that demon hunters rely on bloodline inheritance, and their bloodline is cursed by Blood Moon, which makes them extremely ominous.
Anyone who gets involved with a witcher is destined to be in bad luck!
Therefore, demon hunters are unpopular no matter where they are, but they are powerful and everyone hates them, but no one dares to do anything excessive.
Demon hunters are also mercenaries. When a village is harassed by Devil Creature, demon hunters will be hired to deal with it.
But it is only limited to employment.
Ronan watched as the demon hunter came to a tavern, tied his mount to the roadside, and then walked in.
Many taverns in the countryside and cities are not only gathering places for intelligence information, but also accept and issue various tasks.
It was normal for a witcher to come in and out of the tavern.
And the moment Ronan withdrew his gaze, he suddenly noticed something strange.
Ronan immediately turned around and saw a passerby not far away from him quickly retracting his gaze.
The other party's clothes and appearance were ordinary, and he looked like a traveler carrying his luggage.
And such people are very common in the port city Land.
Ronan searched his memory and found nothing that matched the other party.
The question is, why did this passerby show malice to him?
Although the other party's spying is very covert and cannot be detected by ordinary people, Ronan's perception is so sharp that he can be 100% sure that this person has strong evil thoughts towards him!
With his mind spinning, Ronan immediately strode towards the passerby. "Stop!"
The traveler was shocked, stopped and asked in surprise, "Sir, are you calling me?"
In fact, he didn't want to face Ronan at all, but Ronan's footsteps were too fast and directly blocked his way.
Ronan pulled out his baton and said coldly, "Show me your ID."
The traveler was even more surprised. "Sir, have I done anything?"
Ronan clenched the stick in his hand and raised his voice. "I'll say it again, show me your ID!"
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