Chapter 90 - Nothing More Than a Coincidence (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The atmosphere in the alley was very wrong, a kind of somber chilliness. If it were any ordinary person, they probably would’ve already turned away.

However, the three players knew that they could revive, so at the moment, they continued to move forward fearlessly.

The alley twisted and turned, and as they approached the depths of the slum, the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

Then they turned a corner and saw, at the end of the alley, a rather luxurious three-story building.

There was a plaza, a lawn, a fountain, and some lifelike statues in front of the building.

It was the work of a wealthy aristocrat, at the very least. It was truly unbelievable that such a house could be built in a slum.

And in front of the building, many people were lying on their backs or stomachs, their bodies surrounded by pools of fresh blood.

Things bode ill for them.

In front of the entrance to the small building, there were even more corpses lying on the ground.

The three of them found this somewhat unexpected… They stormed over here looking for trouble, but they never expected to see such a scene.

This criminal gang was most likely already uprooted.

Who did it, though?

While they were thinking about this, a group of people appeared at the entrance to the small building.

Roland was startled for a moment because he recognized this group of people. It was Bard and his magic apprentices.

No wonder there were faint traces of violent surges of magic elements in the air.

Bard walked at the forefront, and when he saw Roland, he was also startled. Then he smiled lightly and walked in large strides toward Roland.

Behind Bard, the magic apprentices were dragging a middle-aged man and woman.

Bard walked up to Roland, briefly glanced at Hawk and Jett, then said with a smile, “You guys came late. We’ve already taken care of things for you guys, the righteous Golden Sons.”

His tone was complacent.

Hawk couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know this guy? I really want to give him a beating.”

Upon hearing this, Bard instantly felt somewhat annoyed. He looked at Hawk, sized up his appearance, and then felt somewhat fearful.

Not long ago, Bard had his subordinates make inquiries and learned a lot.

This large bearded youngster should be the one who died countless times to forcibly ruin the lives of a small n.o.ble family.

To confront such a barbarian was an action that only an idiot would take. What if this guy really went crazy and got into an endless dispute with him?

Roland smiled as Bard was forced to yield, then asked, “What are you doing here?”