The "Lion Team" headed by Ren was ready, and a few days later, the storm that was due finally came.
On January 19, the cold month, the climate in Faroland was colder than last December. The morning light was dim, and the city of Merova was still shrouded in hazy fog.
However, as soon as the citizens woke up from their dreams, washed up in a hurry, and prepared to go into a busy day of work, they were shocked by a sky-high price offer.
"Shocked! Several large underground organizations put a bounty on Master Ackerman's head for a sky-high price of 500,000 gold coins!"
"Unprecedented! There is a bounty of 500,000 gold coins on the head! Who did Sir Ackerman offend?"
"With a bounty of 500,000 gold coins on his head, Master Ackerman's life hangs on a thread!"
…
"Daily! Free daily!"
Early in the morning, a newsboy wearing ill-fitting work clothes and overalls ran quickly through the streets of Melova City with a high-pitched voice.
Newsboys thrust newspapers into the hands of confused pedestrians.
Today, dozens of large and small newspapers in the Faroland Kingdom published the same explosive headline.
There are also several tabloids that give away one issue of the newspaper for free.
"This...this, what exactly happened?"
A young technical worker with a dangerous hairline was nibbling on a buttered bun. After taking the newspaper from the newsboy, he immediately opened his eyes.
After reading the content clearly, his calloused hands shook and the half-eaten piece of bread almost fell to the ground.
Oh my God, 500,000 today’s coins! Even as a skilled worker who can repair textile machines, he may not be able to earn even one percent of it after working all his life!
"Tsk, tsk, Sir Ackerman's head is too valuable!"
The worker with a high hairline sighed.
That is to say, he knows that his small arms and legs cannot defeat a high-level transcendent who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and is invulnerable. Otherwise, he would want to hack Sir Ackerman to death.
"Watt, stop daydreaming. Even if they stand there and don't move, you can't hurt them even a hair."
Next to him, another tall and lanky worker who was a friend of the worker mocked.
His gray eyes scanned the contents of the newspaper, and he was equally surprised:
"The Twilight Witch Coven, the Immortal Sect, the Shadow Singers, the Night Clown, the Ring of Ouroboros... seven large underground gray organizations with intertwined forces, jointly put a bounty on Master Ackerman!
As long as you hold his head, you can collect the bounty from any organization. This kind of thing cannot be fake at all!"
Although many underground organizations are notorious, some depraved members are so evil that almost everyone calls for beatings.
But publicly offering rewards is a matter, and basic credibility must be paid attention to!
At least you can get so many gold coins with Ren's head.
Of course, after receiving the money, whether you can spend it with your life after a period of time is another matter.
"He is in trouble. How much hatred? 50,000 gold coins can be used to invite Han Feng... 500,000 gold coins, it is unimaginable. Those killers will probably go crazy."
"The glory of the moment will eventually come to an end. A rising star will soon fall. Sir Ackerman estimates that his life will not be long."
"Hmph, I think on the contrary, this might be the beginning of another legend!"
"This is impossible! It's great that Master Ackerman can barely survive this time. With so many underground organizations jointly offering rewards, the energy of the people behind the scenes is simply incredible!"
"Hmph, so what, have you forgotten how the killer Han Feng died? He was a top assassin with a reputation in more than a dozen countries, and he was still killed by Master Ackerman!"
"Haha, this is different. I dare say that there are not even a thousand but eight hundred people who want to kill him now!"
…
In the streets and alleys, the residents of the city, ranging from nobles and wealthy merchants to traffickers and footmen, were all talking about this.
Of course, except for some young people who admire Rennes, most people don't think highly of him.
Even some nobles believe that his best solution is to immediately abandon his foundation in Falorland, go to the Nokman Empire in despair, and accept the asylum of the Witcher Association headquarters to tide over the difficulties.
The astronomical price of 500,000 gold coins is a bounty. The impact of this incident is really not small.
Since the news broke, there have been more than fifty reporters camped outside Ackerman's villa, but Renne has been staying behind closed doors, much to the disappointment of the reporters.
There are even rumors that Master Ackerman was so scared that he trembled with fear and hid at home without even daring to go out.
A few days after the news fermented, the explosive news that "seven major underground organizations jointly announced a reward of 500,000 gold coins at a sky-high price" spread quickly from Faroland to many countries on the Saigon continent like a hurricane.
Although this is not good news, for a while, Renn became famous among the countries in the mainland.
Some wanted criminals, killers, and fallen extraordinary beings from various countries are rubbing shoulders and preparing to do this. Some people even threatened to kill Master Ackerman in the underground world. Many people are already rushing to Faloran...
Chaos abounds, the situation is treacherous, and is getting worse.
Many people and many forces have different reactions to this.
For example, one of Renn's old rivals, Count Ange, the leader of the Southern Noble Alliance of the Kingdom of Falorland, jumped out immediately.
"Anyone who commits unjust acts will be punished by death. I am not surprised that Sir Ackerman, a hypocritical upstart, a dirty war monger, and a cold-blooded careerist, would have a reward on his head.
He is just a lunatic, with vicious words, perverse temperament, and arrogant and domineering attitude...
I’m not surprised that he offended anyone. Of course, those underground organizations are definitely not kind. No matter who is secretly targeting him, it’s just dog eating dog..."
It is said that Count Ange said these words to the reporters in an emotional interview while he was shopping and relaxing.
This aristocratic earl, who was sprayed with blood by Rennes some time ago and had his pants covered in shit, seemed to have found a way to vent his depressed mood, and did not hide his gloating attitude in front of reporters.
The same goes for several other southern aristocratic families who have been slandered by Ren, so much so that their family reputation has been undermined.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! They all celebrated with their hats and taunts, and they just had to open a champagne banquet to celebrate.
Of course, the Southern Noble Alliance could not do much except quarrel. Under the continuous instigation of Thorn Security Company, the enthusiasm of the indigenous Kangao people shouting freedom, human rights and equality was enough for them to drink.
…
The East of Falorland, in the Imperial Royal Garden.
The high walls are built with snow-white bricks and stones, and the huge garden covering an area of more than 200 hectares has a pleasant scenery.
The lakes and rockeries are full of strange things, the pools are clear, the vegetation is green, the sculptures are lifelike, and the fountains raise snow-white water foam, glowing with colorful lights in the sun.
In the garden, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, and the air is filled with refreshing fragrance.
Wearing an exquisite white lace dress, with waterfall-like blond hair, curved eyebrows, a straight nose, icy muscles and jade bones, and graceful curves, Kesha, who looked like a goddess descending to earth, lost interest in admiring flowers at this time.
With a worried look on his face.
The Valkyrie sat on a round stone bench in the pavilion, with a pair of sexy long legs that were as warm as ivory and jade crossed over each other.
After a while, she put down the newspaper and stood up hurriedly:
"Teacher, I want to go to the Faloran Kingdom. Can you help me deal with my father? Just say that I am practicing in seclusion."
Holding a pair of large black scissors in his rough hands, the Sword Master of the Sky who was trimming the hedge gently shook his head:
"Xiaoyue, you were gone for more than four months, which made the people in the royal family very anxious... You can't be deceived. Someone is watching. They are afraid that if you go out again, you will run away with that man.
I can’t come back either.”
This famous sword master has a very ordinary appearance, and his eyes and aura are the same as those of ordinary people. He is the kind of person who would not be found among the crowd on the street.
He was wearing a somewhat shabby blue gown, and there was nothing special about his appearance, except for his pair of dark eyes.
"But, he is in big trouble, and I want to help him!"
Kesha's pretty face turned slightly red and she bit her lip and said.
She was very worried in her heart and a little anxious on her face.
"Xiaoyue, your mind is a little confused. You have been like this recently. You are absent-minded in doing things. You should know that concentration is the most important criterion for distinguishing mediocrity from talents.
There is actually no difference between fighting and pruning flowers and grass. They are just skills. Chopping, stabbing, splitting, whittling...if you do it enough times, you will be able to prune branches and cut weeds.
But during this time, you didn’t even focus on pruning the flowers and mowing the grass!”
The Sky Sword Master skillfully cut off a branch, his movements were smooth and smooth, regardless of his skills, his attitude was serious enough and he was meticulous in cutting.
The same goes for killing, you have to kill seriously.
The same goes for practicing swordsmanship. In addition to talent, you also need to study seriously.
Kesha was startled, and when she saw the Juggernaut's pair of dark, deep and strange double eyes, she lowered her head slightly:
"Sorry, teacher, I was slacking off."
She really missed him so much that she couldn't suppress the strong emotions in her heart.
"It doesn't matter, young people are like this." The Sky Sword Master threw the scissors to her and smiled, "Let's start. When you can cut without any distractions for two days, you can go find your man.
"
Kesha took the scissors with her white palms and nodded.
Is it simple?
The Valkyrie watched the Sword Master slowly walk away, and then glanced at the cultivated branches, her crimson pupils filled with a gleam of light.
There are some marks engraved on the cutting places, which are densely packed words.
It is the content of an ancient epic, with more than 10,000 words, arranged neatly and powerfully. The chapters of the epic are engraved on the fracture of every branch, whether it is a section as thick as a thumb or a fracture like a toothpick.
The so-called technique is close to the Tao, but it is nothing more than this.
Kesha doesn't have to do this, and it's not her path.
She just needs to be able to focus and carve Ren's name all over this courtyard within two days.
After the success, it's time to see each other again.
Before that, she could only silently pray for Ren. This was a storm that affected countless people's hearts.
"The sky is about to change, and the era of ghosts is coming. Xiaoyue, please let go of the love between your children for now. You need stronger strength to move forward."
The sky sword master stared at the blue sky with his dark eyes and sighed.
…
At three o'clock in the afternoon, more than two thousand people gathered in the underground black market of Merova City.
Most people wore black robes and masks to hide their identities, but the atmosphere was not weird and quiet. The sounds of hawking, yelling, and bargaining came and went.
At least it's several times more lively than in past years.
During the wave period, war is about to come again. Ordinary people are sharpening their heads and want to become extraordinary people, and extraordinary people will not give up any opportunity to enhance their strength.
Of course, there is still no one outside the witch's shop.
The walls made of stones were covered with vines, and a barrel-thick "Black Abyss Python" was entrenched on one side of the door, with its black scales glowing with a cold metallic light.
This powerful beast at the beast king level (comparable to the fourth level of a human being) is enough to scare most customers away.
Candice was not among them. As the fiery red skirt swayed, she walked in with her snow-white thighs with vivid muscle lines.
"Auntie, I'm a little confused. Aren't you planning to win over him? Why is the Twilight Witches also involved?"
The witch didn't say much before, and she only found out about it recently.
"This is Ren's own request. Besides, no one from our Twilight Witches will be missing."
Josefina, the "Nightmare Witch" of this generation, wiped the crystal ball with a white cloth, opened her red lips slightly, and explained.
"Does the ghoul clan have such great energy? Can so many underground organizations take action at the same time?"
Candice frowned slightly and sat in front of the witch's counter.
The underground world is very chaotic. She knows that the demons have penetrated into the underground world to a certain extent, and there are many forces and people they secretly support in the underground world.
Some underground organizations may even have been secretly established by the demon camp, recruiting many fallen extraordinary beings.
But this time the sky-high price of the bounty was too huge. The ghouls were just one of the demons, and they shouldn't have such a big influence on the underground world.
"The ghouls don't have this ability, but Duke Marcus seems to have gone crazy... He promised that as long as the higher-ups are willing to help him kill Renn, Leon and others will no longer engage in small tricks in secret and will be honest in the future.
Really cooperate with the actions of the demon camp.
Therefore, Prince Milo and the werewolf Grand Duke Luke gave him a rare face and supported him a little bit."
The purple hair on the back was weirdly curved into a snake shape, and the witch Josefina's sexy thin lips curved, seeming to find it very interesting.
Haha, Prince Milo, the impatient guy with his nostrils turned upward, must have been annoyed by Marcus's little moves.
'Has the situation become so dangerous?'
Candice was not as calm as her, and there was a trace of worry on her face: "Then...can he pass this test?"
She has some affection for Ren, but that's not the key.
As a woman of the Wismark tribe, she herself scorns love. Even if she does become Ren's woman, it is just a choice to rely on someone stronger.
The business has been negotiated, but if Ren is completely cold at this time, the Thorns Security Company may soon be paralyzed, which will inevitably affect some of her tribesmen to move out of the Yunxia Mountains...
"Haha, Candice, I don't know if Ren can solve this problem, but he has already rejected my help.
This is the conspiracy of the ghoul family.
As long as the sky-high price of 500,000 gold coins is there, there will be a steady stream of people to assassinate him, unless his personal deterrence is more terrifying than the bounty...
However, don’t think too highly of that man, you are still too naive, don’t be betrayed by others and still count the money for him.”
Staring at the pretty Candice, the witch's words contained a hint of warning.
Two days ago, Renn refused to deepen his ties with the Twilight Witches. He only accepted intelligence services and paid money.
"What? He took advantage of me?"
Candice's mouth was slightly open, her eyes a little dazed.
It's normal to use allies. The key is that she doesn't know where she is being used.
"Candice, you have gotten too close to him recently. In the eyes of outsiders, you will be a big obstacle to deal with Ren, which will naturally share the firepower for him.
Of course, those guys who would attack you are just hostile to you... Anyway, just tell me when you return to the Yunxia Mountains, and I will send you back."
"Is it a lurking night demon?" The foreign woman suddenly realized.
The witch looked at Candice who was thoughtful and nodded happily.
Although her way of thinking is still a bit naive, at least she is not stupid and is very clear.
………
In the abandoned church on the outskirts of the city, the light is very dim, the ground is covered with dust, and a corrosive smell lingers.
Several shadows stood in the darkness, making the place even more eerie.
"Is it really good to release the bounty at this time? In this way, more people will pay attention to Ren Ackerman, and it will be more difficult for us to take action in the city."
A hoarse voice said, a little impatiently.
His stone-grey cold face was vaguely visible in the darkness. He was a gargoyle duke.
"It has to be so, we have all been fooled by Ryan Ackerman before!
It seems that ever since the two of us have been secretly lurking in this area, he seems to have been using various methods to gain attention.
Whether it is his enemies, friends, the 7th Bureau, or major organizations... they all sent people to keep an eye on his actions, which made it impossible for our compatriots to get close to the villa to detect information, let alone set up traps and assassinations."
The person who spoke was wearing a black robe, with a pair of red eyes faintly visible under the hood.
As he breathed, the rich dark force turned into a thick dark red mist, lingering on his black robe like a horse.
This is a ghoul duke, the person in charge of this operation.
"Yes, although his remarks will offend many people, the funny thing is that those enemies who secretly sent people to observe him, keep an eye on him, and try to deal with him have now become our obstacles and make us avoid the enemy.
I have to say, this is such a good plan. Enemies, friends, and neutral parties have all become his protective umbrella!"
A dark duke said with a little admiration.
In fact, if there is really an attack, the informants and forces of Ren's enemies may not support him.
However, their existence means the leakage and spread of news. Ren's friends and more neutral parties will inevitably come to besiege the demons after the news spreads.
Because the demons are even more invisible, except for a few people who commit adultery, almost everyone and forces don't mind destroying them.
Especially in cities, in this world, any human city must have at least a sanctuary-level formation underneath, otherwise it would not be considered a real city.
Prince Milo's clones couldn't cause much trouble in Merova City, let alone demons like them.
Although among the demons who are staring at Renn, there are five Dukes of Darkness alone. The number of killer weapons and forbidden weapons prepared are enough to make Renn irrecoverable in the deduction.
But facing all the strong human beings in a very prosperous city, it's still not enough.
Not to mention anything else, if Lucy, the "Queen of Sleeping Talk", activates the four holy rune formations under Merova City, it will be enough to make them all die ugly.
"Sorry, saints, I have to withdraw from this operation. The Yunxia Mountains are related to the rise of my Night Demon clan. I must keep an eye on the woman named Candice."
A Night Demon Duke with black scales all over his body and a forked spiral golden horn on his head stepped away.
Watching his departing back, the ghoul duke in black robe opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he remained silent.
Duke Marcus of the same race is not yet a true Dark Duke, and cannot really command the Dark Dukes of other races like Prince Milo and the werewolf Archduke Luke.
Helping people is a matter of affection, but not helping is a duty.
Compared to Ren, the Night Demon clan is obviously more concerned about Candice of the Wismark clan and the trends in the Yunxia Mountains.
Obviously, Renne achieved his goal and at least allowed Candice to share some of the firepower.
As for the sequelae, he didn't care. After passing this level, the world would be brighter. If he couldn't pass it, he would still have to shed his skin.