It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 In this way, Roman routinely patrols the Eastern District. It stands to reason that this kind of patrol should be done by his team members.

　　 But patrolling is a good excuse for Roman, he can carefully observe any changes in this area.

　　 After a lap, he didn't find anything special, and Roman was not in a hurry. Anyway, the time came within seven days. In such a small town, Roman didn't believe that he didn't show any sloppy feet.

　　 After a leisurely day, the night began to cover the sky. Roman came to a secluded corner not far from Antler Alley in the east of the city and waited patiently.

　　 Sure enough, after a while, I saw George trotting all the way, with a sickly smile on his face.

　　 "Haha, Roman, the sacred moment is coming! Let's take good care of our friends from Ilot!"

　　Roman also evoked a smile, and after a few perfunctory words, he led George towards Antler Alley.

　　 However, Roman did not enter from the front of Antler Alley, but walked into a side lane.

　　 "Oh, damn, why don't we go straight from outside? Look at this **** sewage!"

　　 George raised his foot across the sewage on the ground, complaining in his mouth, but hesitantly followed Roman into it.

　　 This path is a crevice between the houses on both sides, piled up with a lot of garbage, barely able to accommodate a person to move forward, usually, except for some homeless people, basically no one will set foot here.

　　 Roman also asked Dumb Grann to look inside in advance to make sure that no one would enter during this time.

　　Roman carefully avoided the garbage and sewage on the road, while clutching his nose and whispered:

　　 "Okay, George, what we are going to is an underground black field, if someone sees it, why don't you have to eat it!"

The casino business in Dora Town has always been firmly controlled by the nobles, so it is natural that no one is allowed to operate the casino in private. Once caught, the head is beheaded apart from anything else.

　　 But there are always people who take risks in such matters. After all, money is the root of all evil, but such underground casinos are very hidden and generally only accept regular customers.

　　George obviously knew this too, and even though he complained, he didn't stop.

　　 Soon, Roman took George to the deepest part of the alley, and saw a door in the dark on the right, with a dim oil lamp hanging on the door, swaying constantly under the blowing of the night breeze.

　　Roman nodded and motioned to George, reached out his hand to take off the oil lamp, and opened the door and walked in.

　　 George hesitated slightly, seeing that Roman had taken the lead in walking in, he didn't hesitate anymore and followed in with his head down.

　　George walked in the door, subconsciously raised his head to look for Roman's figure, and then there was darkness before his eyes, his eyes had not yet adapted to the sudden darkness.

　　 The oil lamp that should have been in front of him was nowhere to be seen. George rubbed his eyes, and when he looked forward carefully, Roman's face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Between 　　, Roman's face was mostly hidden in the dark, unable to see his expression, but there was a gloomy and cold expression inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was smiling.

George was shocked, and he was about to retreat subconsciously. Then just at this moment, George felt a white glow flashed in front of him, and then his neck was cold, and then a warm liquid appeared on his with severe pain. neck.

　　 But George was also the captain of the patrol team anyway, and he was also a ruthless character who had killed and seen blood. Although he was caught off guard by Roman, he did not wait to die.

　　 He firmly covered the wound of his neck with one hand. The size of the wound from his hand and the huge amount of bleeding made his heart sink to the bottom, but his desire to survive still made his body respond.

George's empty hand immediately touched the back waist, where he pinned his sharp dagger, and at the same time, he used his feet and jumped back. It was too dark and narrow, plus the neck injury. There is an indescribable fear.

Roman can't help but secretly admire George's psychological quality. If ordinary people encounter this situation, they can only squat on the ground and shiver with their necks, but George can make the most correct one in the next second after the attack. choose.

　　Roman couldn't help but put away a trace of contempt for him, and at the same time reminded himself that he must never underestimate any enemy.

　　 But at the moment Roman has mental arithmetic and unintentional, even if George reacts quickly, Roman can't miss it.

Roman's right hand protruded like lightning, and he firmly grasped George's collar. George's body immediately stopped in place. At the same time, Roman's left hand was turned over, and a cold flashing knife appeared immediately. , Pierced hard towards George's temple.

　　 At this time, George's left hand was firmly covering the wound on his neck, and his right hand had just held the dagger on his back. There was no time to stop him, he could only put his head back desperately, trying to avoid the fatal knife.

　　Who knows that his forceful backward movement immediately tore the wound on his neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his fingers again like a river bursting a bank.

　　 Roman seemed to have anticipated his reaction, his wrist was only slightly shaken, and the knife in his hand quickly adjusted its angle, and then only listened to a sneer, and he sank into George's temple.

George's body violently twitched, and then he collapsed softly. His eyes were still fierce and suspicious, but his expression was lost. His hands were also weakly dropped, and blood flowed down his hands. Dropped to the ground.

　　 From the time George entered the door to his death, the whole process took no more than three seconds. Romain's two shots were aimed at the key, so as to kill George in the shortest time without making any mistakes.

　　 Otherwise, once he missed his hand, Roman would have to abscond overnight. There would be no chance to return to Dora Town in a short time. Naturally, the plan to kill the traverser would be ruined.

　　 And if he can't kill him when the traverser just arrives while his wings are full, then as time goes by, it would be a foolish dream for Roman to think about it again.

　　 But now it seems that the plan is still going well. Next, let the calm and peaceful town boil!

　　 Roman was thinking about the next move, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was expectation, excitement and a hint of danger.