Chapter 618 (2/2)
”Only one?” Rick scratched his chin and fell into thinking.
”No, there's a stalker. I just have a vague feeling. He seems to be far away. He uses some kind of induction magic and hangs behind us.” Said Lago, frowning.
”Qin Lun, it seems that the cannon fodder we are looking for has unexpected performance!” Hill laughs on the team channel.
”The more capable they are, the better!” Qin Lun's face was not happy, and he looked deep into the night.
”Ferrar, what's your clue to the trouble behind us?” Rick turned around and looked at the Qinlun people. ”They should have come up at the gate of Bode. Have you ever been in trouble in the city?”
Of course, the trouble was caused, but it's hard to imagine that it would be the killer hired by amboli church. Qin Lun thought to himself.
Ambori church knows about their combat effectiveness. If they do, they will not have only one or two followers. Is it a legendary occupation where force takes over the advantage? Is it an assassin who employs a whole team.
Either way, it's impossible to sneak behind the team. This is no longer the door of Bode. They don't need to worry about the influence.
”We didn't get into any trouble in the city except for the Commission.” Qin Lun lied without changing his face, but he thought of one thing very quickly, frowned and said, ”however, after registering with the mercenary Union, Xifo and I have met some scoundrels who are similar to Shalang mercenaries.”
”If it's really the scum of mercenaries, we won't be soft.” Rick and Largo looked at each other and said firmly.
As a blood piercing mercenary regiment that relies on their ability to eat, what they look down upon most is the scum of sandwolf mercenary, which is the shame of this profession.
With the crackle of the campfire, the campsite slowly quieted down. As an ordinary human, Xifo could not support him for a long time and fell asleep in the tent. Qin Lun three people also returned to their tents, there are blood stabbing three people in the group, they don't have to watch the night.
”Rick, here you are!” Lago went to the knight and handed him a water bag, but it was not water, but liquor.
”Is Winnie asleep?” Rick took a sip from the wine bag and asked softly.
Among the three of them, Winnie is a mage. She needs enough sleep, recovers the spirit of the day and is not responsible for keeping the night. The thief had just been tired for an afternoon, and Rick decided to keep himself in the middle of the night.
”Go to sleep!” Without the playful smile of the day, Lago glanced at Qin Lun's tent quietly and asked in a low voice, ”do you believe that Ferrar's words?”
”It's generally credible, at least I don't see any flaws.” Rick pondered for a while, and replied plainly, ”besides, I don't believe what he can do. Since we have accepted the Commission, we must be able to pay for it.”
”I'm not talking about missions. They go to the place of death to search for explanations from their companions. I can believe that. It's just that the silvery hair elf is not willing to reveal his identity. I suspect that the tail behind the team may be related to his personal identity. ” Lago said worriedly.
”So what? We, who come out to take risks, have no secrets of our own.” Rick's expression was very calm. He shook his wine bag and handed it back to Lago. ”Actually, I guessed a little about Ferrar's identity, but as he said, it has nothing to do with us, so I didn't give you a detailed explanation.”
”Oh, chief, do you know who he is?” Lago asked with a smile, not surprised at all.
In fact, the three members of the stabbing blood mercenary corps have their own origins, complementary fighting occupations and different personalities. Lago has a keen intuition, and is usually the first to discover danger in his adventure. Winnie's character is straightforward and her magic talent is very high. She is already a four ring wizard at a young age and the main attacker in the team.
As the oldest member of the team, Rick is not only the head of the team, but also their elder brother.
Rick was born in a noble family. His ancestors were famous in the xia'ya empire. He had been well taught since he was a child. Different from the rough appearance, Rick has profound knowledge which is not suitable for his age. He has a stable personality and is the soul pillar of this small mercenary regiment.
”Didn't you notice that Ferrar has never given his full name since we met?” Rick looked at the tent with a casual smile. ”As a proud spirit, he usually gives his full name in front of the first time's guests, and indicates his origin by his surname.”
”There are only two reasons why he didn't do it. If Ferrar is an evil spirit who defected from the elves' court, if his identity is too sensitive, he thinks it will bring us unnecessary troubles.” Rick squeezed his eyes at Lago. ”What do you think is the reason?”