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ARPG Chapter 2 Conspiracy (2)

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    As soon as Bridge took off, Campano, who couldn't hide anything, immediately gave Wilfredo an elbow.  "Well, I treat you as a friend, and you even hid such a big thing from me!" Wilfredo was caught off guard and sat directly on the chair behind him. He gave a helpless smile: "I didn't mean to hide it.  "There are no more than five people in the world who know this." The mercenaries in the arena are alienated because of his origin, and who knows his unspeakable background under the aura of nobility.  "Are you really related by blood?" You can't blame Campano for asking about other people's sex. He was actually too shocked by the news.  Long before the adventurous guild declined, Bridger was already the president. There was no news that he was married, and there were no rumors of illegitimate children. He was clean enough to be a model of a clergyman.  "I didn't believe it at first" At first, Wilfredo's first reaction was that he thought the old man who emerged from the tunnel was a madman.  But when the evidence and facts were in front of him, he couldn't help but not believe it.  It was difficult to start a family due to the erratic and adventurous life when he was young. After becoming the president of the union, the dangers increased instead of decreasing. Bridge simply decided to remain single until old age.  The only time he indulged was with an aristocratic woman disguised as a mercenary, knowing full well that the other woman was just having fun. Because of the similar appearance to the woman he first loved, under the dual effects of alcohol and luck, Bridge did not think carefully about this for the first time.  It made him regretful when he woke up.  The woman already had a family, and her husband had been with the army on the expedition to Belfast for many years. After that, Bridge became more and more cautious.  Years later, he felt that the case of Berbato's eldest son colluding with the undead was a bit strange. Bridge, who was investigating secretly, learned that he had a daughter who had been concealed for many years.  In order to conceal the fact of her marital infidelity, the lady lied that she was the posthumous son of her husband who died in battle. She successfully deceived all her relatives. When the child grew up, she married a foreign noble who had just moved to the new capital.  She died of childbirth not long after, leaving behind a baby boy, Wilfredo.  Campano was dizzy by this tortuous process: "Since it has been hidden from everyone, how did Bridge know about it?" "Because my father fell in love with another woman, and her family was bigger.  More powerful." Wilfredo's voice was a little lower than usual.  "In order to get rid of my mother, he did everything he could. He actually found out that my mother was not a noble child, but an illegitimate child with an unknown father." His biological mother died in childbirth, and Wilfredo has always been concerned about raising him.  The stepmother is grateful.  But when Bridger sneaked into the dungeon and revealed the truth he learned after investigation, he realized how wrong he was.  The woman with only one name in her memory did not die from dystocia, but from weakness caused by long-term poisoning.  Her early life was good only because her stepmother did not give birth to a male heir, so a half-brother with magical talents was born.  Naturally, he became a hindrance and a burden, and being sent to the sergeant academy was just to squeeze out the last value.  Of course, the family would not make any effort to clarify the scandal of colluding with the undead. It would be easier and more effective to distance themselves from the relationship.  After a night of desperate fighting between heaven and man, Wilfredo chose to follow Bridge's advice and went to Nanyan Continent bearing the charges of being a traitor and a fugitive.  Whether it is overturning the case, revenge, or ambitions that are more important than life and honor, they can only be realized while alive.  "Humans are trouble" Campano muttered.  Dwarves don¡¯t have so many rules.  Brothers are brothers, connected by blood.  Is there any distinction between high and low?  Wilfredo didn¡¯t answer, his eyes swept across a dark place in the corner and then turned to the mage aside.  Wingers, who has known each other for many years and has developed a tacit understanding, immediately understood the information contained in this glance.  With a flicker of light at the fingertips, the mage's most basic and most commonly used attack spells were instantly cast.  With a low roar, the magic missile drew an arc in the air and headed straight for the corner that Wilfredo had once glanced at.  After reacting, Campano quickly assumed a fighting stance and followed closely.  The harsh sound of metal friction sounded in the originally silent cabin.  A figure hidden in the shadows appeared - the gray-black leather armor had no extra decoration and was dull, like an old thing from a long time ago.  Opposite are the double daggers that hold the dwarf's heavy hammer. The blades are so thin that it's hard to believe that they withstood the dwarf's powerful blow without any bending.  The translucent color almost blends in with the surroundings, unlike ordinary weapons that would reflect light. It is indeed a sharp weapon for assassination, making it easy for people to guard against it.  "Lucas?" Wilfredo's tone was filled with obvious uncertainty.  He had met Lucas before entering the sergeant academy.  At that time, their identities were still the heirs of nobles and low-level killers.  Now, one is a fugitive with a wanted warrant, and the other has become the leader of the Shadow Thorn.  Campano withdrew his downward pressure, and the opponent took the opportunity to retreat backwards, moving out of the dwarf's attack range.around.  "Long time no see." The assassin pulled down his hood, "I didn't expect to see you alive again one day." Upon hearing the name of Lucas, Wingers' expression changed drastically, and he lifted his steps and put them down again.  The assassin is the nemesis of the mage, and the president of the Shadow Thorn is recognized as the strongest assassin. At such a close distance, if he had the intention, how could he still survive?  Lucas moved slowly and lightly without making the slightest sound. The seemingly relaxed movement made Campano feel a lot of pressure.  The name of Poisonous Spider is as loud as thunder, and there are rumors about him in the Blood Arena, which is as remote as the Blood Arena.  "I am quite confident in my hiding skills. How did you discover it?" Coupled with the blessing given by the God of Shadows, even the Dawn Knight cannot detect his lurking.  But Wilfredo not only saw through his hiding place, but also quickly recognized his identity. How could Lucas not be confused by this?  Not curious?  "If I say it's intuition, do you believe it?" Wilfredo's words shocked the three people in the room.  Since switching to the Natural Cult and learning perception through Link¡¯s enlightenment, Wilfredo has obviously felt that his senses have been greatly enhanced.  Bridge already felt weird when he entered the tavern. Because he was in a public place, he just thought he was an ordinary shadow thief or assassin.  Until he told the dwarf about his little-known life experience, a very similar experience caused Lucas' breathing to become disordered for a moment, which was immediately caught by Wilfredo.  Lucas groaned, his protracted tone full of doubt.  For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense again.  Although he only passed one move, it was enough for Campano to believe that he was no match for the chief assassin of the Shadow Thorn.  Not to mention the advantages of assassins such as speed and agility, even the strength of a warrior, Lucas is not much worse than himself as a dwarf.  The space here is too narrow, and mages are notoriously fragile. As long as they get close, they will basically die.  Wilfredo has just changed his faith and his abilities still need to be improved. He may not be able to protect Wingers carefully and sincerely. The three of them may not have the upper hand Campano¡¯s idea is also a concern for Wilfredo and Wingers.  , just as the four were in a stalemate, Bridge left and returned. When he saw their confrontation, he couldn't help but shouted "Nonsense!" This was not only to blame Wilbrado, but also to warn Lucas.  Lucas naturally wouldn¡¯t fall out with his nominal alliance over such a trivial matter. He immediately put away his weapon, crossed his chest with his hands and retreated to the corner.  "Did anyone see your face along the way this time?" Bridge left in a hurry to say hello to the Dawn Sect, so that they would know that it was not Link who came here, but the imitator who had been ordered by him.  Although he is not the person, he is appointed by the Son of Nature himself. Don't let others see through it.  The nobles of the new capital did not dare to attack Link, but they would definitely take action on a subordinate who had no ability. He did not want Wilfredo to die because of this. After all, he was his grandson after all.  After getting information from the spider web that the Son of Nature had arrived in the new capital, Bridge's first reaction was that someone was pretending to be one!  Link has a calm personality, but he is not low-key at all in his work. If he comes to the new capital, if he does not come directly in the form of a wind falcon with great fanfare to show his identity, he will be hidden so that no one knows. Even the all-pervasive spider web may not be able to  catch.  Moreover, Link knows how to contact the headquarters of the Adventure Union. As long as he finds any branch of the union and reveals his identity, he can contact them through a magic device.  However, it is none of the above three. Under the banner of being a son of nature, it uses the most common and easiest way to be tracked, making it difficult for people to avoid suspicion.  But there is always a chance of things happening, and Bridge did not dare to conclude that this person who openly acted under the identity of the Son of Nature was 100% fake.  The only way to find out the situation is to meet him in person.  But there is a certain danger in going alone. Although he is not a great person, he still has a certain influence.  Therefore, Bridge hired him with a lot of money and asked the masters of the Shadow Thorn Sect to accompany him to guard against potential dangers.  After hearing about the mission, Lucas, who is also the president and the strongest assassin, volunteered to go with him. This is why Wilfredo felt strange in the tavern.  "Since you want to pretend to be the Son of Nature, why not change into his appearance? Fortunately, you brought a mage with you." Lucas chuckled twice, with obvious accusations.  "That's right, Link" Under Bridge's disapproving gaze, Wilfredo had to change his words, "When we set off, the Son of Nature cast a spell to transform me into his appearance. The spell suddenly failed a few days ago.  I don¡¯t know if I encountered a dangerous situation or changed my mind temporarily. I was worried that Shan¡¯s advice might ruin his plan, so I just sneaked in. " Wingers helped.?The magic power of the spell is obvious and can easily make people suspicious.  Bridge thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of a more suitable way.  Link always does things irrationally, who knows if he has come up with some weird ideas?  Before you are sure that the spell actually fails due to distance or time constraints, any rash action is a bad idea.  (To be continued) ps: Sorry, I heard that wow is going to open a new expansion pack, and I have been playing it again in the past two days
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