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Volume 4 The Violet Tower Chapter 773 Meeting Logan at Night

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    When Allegri returned to the tavern, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.  In the hall, there were only a few guests left.  More people have moved to the underground level, where there are hot strippers and all kinds of fascinating gambling games.  "Why are you back now?" Lu Ben leaned against the bar and asked casually.  "Yes, something happened." Allegri did not elaborate.  "Wait a minute," seeing him about to leave, Luben stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "That Hank stayed in the tavern all night and didn't leave without waiting for you. He seems to have bad intentions." "Thank you." Alai  Gerry looked at him in surprise, but nodded and thanked him.  Lu Ben had always been sarcastic towards him, but unexpectedly today he took the initiative to remind him that he might have changed his gender.  He thought as he walked towards the guest room.  When I reached the stairs, I remembered that I had moved to the backyard, so I turned around again.  When we were about to go around the stable, the big dog suddenly barked twice.  Allegri's heart tightened, and he looked over to see Zenis standing there with his hands behind his back, seemingly holding two wooden sticks in his hands.  "Come back?" the old man asked quietly.  "Teacher, I'm going to chop firewood right now." Allegri scratched his head and said proactively.  "No need," Zenis threw the wooden stick in his hand to him and ordered, "Tonight, actual combat." Hearing this, Allegri felt an inexplicable chill down his spine, but saw that the old man had first moved to the open space next to him.  As he walked, he picked up the stick and followed.  An hour later, the swordsman apprentice, who was in pain all over, lay down on the bed with a grin on his face, almost exhausted.  This was originally a warehouse for storing fodder, and the air is filled with the smell of hay and bean cakes.  Even the bed was a makeshift bed that creaked when you turned over.  But Allegri was tired and sleepy, and soon fell asleep.  The other side of the room.  There were also bundles of hay, and the big dog happily tossed around for half a night, and finally built a perfect kennel for himself.  In the next half month, Allegri was extremely busy.  As winter turned to spring, merchant ships came in an endless stream, and the old steward Brin had to recruit a dozen more coolies.  Work shifts day and night to meet cargo loading and unloading needs.  And after get off work, he still has to receive knife skills training from Zenis.  From the simplest swing of a knife to the complete set of moves, the old man taught him everything he could.  Feeling his sincerity, Allegri also practiced hard and gradually mastered the relevant skills.  After all, for a warrior, the body is the cornerstone of all skills.  On weekdays.  They need to spend a lot of time to strengthen their muscles and strengthen their muscles.  And Allegri already has the physical strength equivalent to a mid-level warrior.  Unlike other warriors, what he has to do is to become familiar with his body as quickly as possible in order to unleash the power of the sword techniques he has learned.  "Not bad," this day.  After fighting again in actual combat, Zenis praised.  "You have made rapid progress, and ordinary junior warriors are no longer your match." "It's because you taught me well, teacher." Allegri replied breathlessly.  When the master and apprentice fight, each round lasts five minutes.  At the beginning, he had flaws everywhere, one round after another.  He would be hit dozens of times all over his body.  And now, he has controlled the number of hits to less than five times.  "Don't be too modest." Zenis smiled slightly and moved his wrist bones.  The bright sunshine is blocked by the tall tavern.  Only a narrow spot of light spread out from the gap in the building.  After the beginning of spring, the coolies were divided into two groups, day and night, and worked in turns.  Today, Allegri had to work the night shift, so he came to practice knife training at noon. If he still had time, he planned to visit Beverly.  He has only been there once in the past half month, and he doesn't know how the sisters are doing. ? ****** ? Pushing open the wooden door, you will see a clean courtyard. In front of the house, there is a newly opened vegetable field.  Beverly is sitting under the eaves, using a double layer of gauze to sift through the crystalline fluorescent stone powder, picking out the particles that are too large to avoid affecting the preparation of evening primrose ink.  This is how they make money, by mixing simple magic ink or drawing some low-level spell scrolls, and Lanaya will take them to the mercenary union to sell them.  "How is business lately?" Allegri patted his butt and sat next to her.  "Are you here?" Beverly raised her head in surprise and smiled. She put down the fluorescent stone powder and covered it carefully to avoid spilling it during the action.  "I'm working night shift today, so I stopped by to take a look," Allegri asked, "How about it, no one is going to cause trouble, right?" "With Lanaya here, they don't dare," Beverly patted away the tatters on her skirt.  Shi, "In Seran, attacking a magician is a serious crime and you will be thrown into a demiplane prison." "That's good."?Allegri smiled, looked around, and couldn't find anything to say for a moment.  "What about you? How are your martial arts training going?" Beverly asked for a topic.  "Not bad," Allegri replied, "In one month, I will quit my job and try my luck in the mercenary union." "Lanaya also wants to be a mercenary," after hearing this,  Beverly complained distressedly, "But she is a girl and going out for adventure is really worrying." "Sister, that is the best way," Lanaya's voice came, and the girl walked out of the room and raised her hand.  Blocking the dazzling sunlight, he explained, "We can't actually make much money now. After deducting the cost of a three-ring spell scroll, we can only have dozens of copper coins left. If this continues, what will it be like in the academy?  "The difference?" "Are the magic scrolls from Seland Island so cheap?" Allegri asked in confusion.  A three-ring spell is considered mid-level on the mainland, and selling a few gold coins is not a problem.  "In the final analysis, my level is still too low," Lanaya nodded and sighed, "and Seran Island has the most arcane spells, accounting for more than half of them. If it is a fire or electric spell scroll, it should be sold at a high price.  "Some." "I am the Fire Mage." Allegri wanted to show his presence.  "Mr. Yi Ge, when will you have time to sense the magic network?" Lanaya remembered their agreement at that time.  "In a few days, I really can't get out of this period of time," Allegri thought for a moment and said helplessly, "I'm working day and night now. The only good news is that the night shift wages have been doubled, so I saved  "A lot of silver coins." "By the way, I'll give you the money back." Beverly patted her forehead and took out a money bag.  "Okay," Allegri took it casually.  He smiled and said, "If I save enough three gold coins, I will buy a steel knife and officially start my mercenary career." "We can do it together," Lanaya added, "In that case, sister will not  Are you worried?" Beverly was stunned, but nodded hesitantly. ? ****** It wasn¡¯t until two o¡¯clock in the night that the last merchant ship¡¯s cargo was unloaded.  Allegri was a little tired, let alone ordinary people.  "I'm really exhausted." Wayne sat down on the stone pier where the boat was moored, unbuttoned his clothes, and blew in the sea breeze.  ¡°The more you work, the more you earn,¡± the night shift supervisor, a middle-aged man with a mustache, walked over with a smile.  He greeted, "Guys, wages have been paid." Hearing this, the coolie became a little more energetic.  They work hard and sweat, just for this little money.  The pay for the night shift was higher, and Wayne got two silver coins.  A pleased smile appeared on his face.  Allegri had three, proving that he moved hundreds of packages of goods in total.  The coolies rested for a while and left in twos and threes.  After Allegri said goodbye to Wayne, he also turned into the west alley and returned to the tavern to rest.  You can go in.  He sensed something was wrong.  The senses transformed by the "Light Godhead" are as sharp as a half-elf. In the sound of wind passing by his ears, there are clearly two heavy breaths.  "Who?" Allegri stopped and clenched his fists.  Since it was a night shift, he didn't bring the big dog Simba with him, but this was a good thing, otherwise he wouldn't know who was protecting whom.  "Boy," the big man turned out of the side alley and snorted coldly, "I finally caught him." "Hank?" Allegri frowned. He didn't expect this guy to be so haunted.  After waiting here for several hours, Hank's remaining patience was completely worn away.  He moved his fingers, a pair of metal arm guards, with light cyan light flowing.  "Where did that **** tell you to hide?" Hank asked as he approached.  "So you don't know yet?" Allegri was slightly surprised. It seemed that he still overestimated the other party.  He originally thought that Hank had already found Beverly's residence, but he was afraid of Lanaya and didn't take action.  After all, shanty towns are the basis of most gangs on the docks.  Thinking he was laughing at himself, Hank roared and rushed forward.  It's not that his gang has no power in the shanty towns. The real reason is that he is just a thug and has no right to mobilize his younger brothers.  But having no subordinates does not mean that there are no friends. Just as he took action, a slender figure came from behind Allegri, holding a short knife half a foot long in his hand.  "No," Allegri felt awe-inspiring and immediately leaned against the wall to avoid being attacked from both sides.  The oak stick that never left his body was also pulled out, swung diagonally in a semicircle, and hit the side of Hank's neck.  This style of drawing the sword?He has practiced it thousands of times and is extremely fast.  Hank only had time to reach out to block it, and the wooden stick collided with the arm guard, making a dull sound.  It would be great if you had a real knife in your hand. You could slide it open and open his side.  Allegri sighed secretly, kicked off the wall, and used the strength to rush forward, avoiding Hank's counterattack and the lanky man approaching from the other side.  "Kill him!" Hank greeted, and the two of them joined forces to attack.  The dagger wielder is also a gang thug, but is stronger than him and has a higher status.  They were friends at a fair table. Not only did they fight together, but they also went to prostitutes together. Therefore, they had similar odors and could be considered to have a deep friendship.  Some time ago, they originally planned to surround Allegri in the tavern, but by midnight there was still no one there, so they had to leave in frustration.  Afterwards, the gang sent the two men out on business, and they did not return until yesterday.  Hank, still filled with resentment, found someone to inquire about the situation, and then decided to come here at night to teach this kid a lesson.  With one on two, and everyone on the other side was as strong as him, Allegri retreated step by step until he was forced into a blind corner in the alley.  "Take us to find that ****, let us brothers have a good time, and I will spare your life." Thinking that he has a chance to win, Hank said with a cruel smile.  The slender swordsman also licked his lips. Beverly of the Brass Compass was also a delicate flower, but unfortunately she was snatched away by Hank's guy every time.  Allegri remained silent, just clenched the stick in his hand.  In places like the dock area, people are killed every day and then thrown into the sea.  Bodies tied with rocks often surfaced after a month or two. Even the Sheriff's Department couldn't find any clues. Some of them couldn't even distinguish their faces, so the cases had to be closed hastily.  ¡° Anyway, the dock area is a gathering place for lower-class citizens. The deceased had no power and power, so just treat it as disappearing out of thin air.  "Boy, I would like to advise you, don't be ignorant of good and evil." The tall and thin man said with a sinister smile.  Just now, he was only restraining him from the side, without even unsheathing the dagger. Even so, Allegri was punched several times by Hank, and there was a dull pain during the pulling.  Allegri hummed, pressed against the wall, and stood ready.  Hank clenched his fist and stepped forward, the tall and thin man unsheathed his short knife. After just a few encounters, Allegri had several wounds on his body, and blood seeped out.  Seeing the opportunity, Hank punched him in the abdomen.  Allegri was in unbearable pain and subconsciously arched his body, but was hit hard on the back by the opponent's elbow.  Allegri felt dizzy for a while and was about to struggle to death when he heard a thump and someone fell to the ground again.  He reluctantly raised his head, and saw a burly man standing not far away, rubbing his fists easily.  "Brother Logan?" Allegri said in surprise.  "Yo, it's you." Logan approached and stretched out his hand to pull him up.  Next to them, Hank and the tall and lanky man fell to the ground unknown to each other. It was unknown whether they were knocked unconscious or beaten to death.  "Don't worry, I'll strike carefully," Logan waved his hand and ordered, "Tie them two up and go to Iron Wolf tomorrow to ask for ransom." "Iron Wolf?" Allegri then discovered that Luo Gen  Behind Gen were several strong men, all dressed up in fancy clothes.  Two of them were carrying a squirming sack.  "Their boss," Logan explained casually. Seeing Allegri's eyes falling on the sack, he frowned, considered for a moment, and said calmly, "Just pretend you didn't see him." "Yes, yes."  Allegri felt a chill in his heart and immediately looked away.  "Let's go." Logan waved, turned and left.  The strong men under him came up, bundled Hank and the lanky man, stuffed cloth balls into their mouths, then carried them away in a set of sacks.  From beginning to end, they made no sound, and their movements were skillful, obviously they were used to it.  "It turns out that Brother Logan is in this business." After a long time, Allegri realized what he was doing, picked up the stick, and limped toward the tavern.  ¡­(To be continued¡­)
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