Aowei forcefully hamred the young man's shoulder, signaling him to stop slacking off and get back to work.
At that mont, Sister Astate walked straight up and asked, "Hello, do you have any female halfling slaves?"
"Yes, we do, sir. Please, co inside," the young guard said, bending over to usher the visitor inside.
But the cautious Aowei imdiately stepped forward, saying, "Priest, our establishnt doesn't allow weapons inside; you see..."
Sister Astate paused, scratched her head, and said, "Then keep my weapon safe. If you lose it, your establishnt will have to compensate ."
"Of course, of course, we really appreciate your understanding," Aowei said, bending his back and showing an ingratiating smile.
The young warrior opened his mouth, almost saying "The establishnt doesn't have such a rule," but he held back his words and kept silent.
"Well, trouble yourself..." Sister Astate removed the Nail Head Hamr from her side and handed it over.
Aowei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling he had been overly concerned.
The next second, the hamr that was handed over suddenly picked up speed.
"Die first!"
Bent over, Aowei only managed to open his mouth but before he could react, his head was sent spinning by the whooshing Nail Head Hamr.
The young guard let out a shriek, preparing to draw the Longsword at his waist when he saw Sister Astate suddenly lash out, kicking him in the stomach. He didn't even have ti to curl up and retch before the rciless Nail Head Hamr pierced his chest.
He opened his mouth, his eyes looking confused as he fell, staring at the Priest who had struck without warning, her face holding a smile like a malicious spirit claiming lives.
"No need for pity, no need for regret, no fear!" Sister Astate shouted, gripping the Nail Head Hamr and striding through the gates.
Faintly, his maniacal laughter could be heard from the street, "This Nail Head Hamr is much more useful than Divine Arts!"
Amidst a wave of panicked cries coming from the street, he controlled his body, seemingly with endless strength, and directly stord into the Slave Trading House.
In the backyard, so of the staff had noticed sothing was amiss outside and were preparing to escort so clients who had been touring the facilities out through a side door.
But at that mont, a series of piteous cries ca from the front desk.
It was the agonized wailing of the manager responsible for receiving visitors outside.
The voice was cut short before it could call out a second ti; the manager's head had been smashed by Sister Astate into the front desk's wooden cabinet, from which could be faintly heard his muttered remark:
"Huh, turns out your head isn't much harder than the cabinet!"
At that mont, in the backyard.
A rchant dressed in luxurious clothes, hands tucked in and bent at the waist, his face covered in cold sweat, said to a Noble beside him, "Mr. Hansen, my apologies, deep apologies, it was our oversight, a failure to provide adequate protection."
As he spoke, he couldn't stop cursing Aowei and the new young warrior for being incompetent.
One of the guards standing beside the Noble looked towards his own boss and said, "Mr. Hansen, do you need to take care of it for you?"
"No need, no need! Just stay here and watch over things, how can we let a client quell the disturbance for us?" Slave rchant Talent wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
If a client were to do such a thing, there would be no more opportunities for him to grow on Joy Street.
No custor would like to deal with a Slave Trading House that cannot even protect its own safety.
"Both of you go, I've kept you for so long, it's ti for you to show your worth," Talent said, turning to two guards inside, adding through clenched teeth, "No need to spare any of them, anyone who dares to cause trouble in the establishnt, just kill them."
As for the wrongful consequences of killing soone outside?
Please, what could possibly go wrong! His own livelihood was almost gone, and he might even lose his shirt, who cared about any potential fallout!
After saying this, the two warrior adventurers who had been following him exchanged glances, drew their weapons, and headed towards the front desk.
The adventurers who rushed over faced the front hall, reacting swiftly. One of them, wielding a One-handed Sword, launched a series of three slashing strikes.
Sister Astate, confronted head-on, didn't even have ti to react much, and instantly two bone-deep wounds appeared on her body.
In the blink of an eye, she didn't have ti to think about how to dodge; as the warrior aid for her head, she laughed viciously, exchanging injury for injury, hamring her Nail Head Hamr into the warrior's chest.
"Madman!"
That warrior had never seen anyone so willing to risk their own life just to tear a chunk of flesh from the enemy.
He decisively took a step back, affording the opportunity for another warrior beside him to launch an attack.
The two had obviously been cooperating for years, as the mont the sword-bearing warrior retreated, the other seized the chance to close in.
Wearing brass knuckles, he took advantage of the mont Sister Astate's Nail Head Hamr lost control after swinging through empty air, and delivered a heavy punch straight to her chest.
Accompanied by a clear sound of cracking bones, Sister Astate grunted, her upper body caving in as the spikes on the brass knuckles left four deep holes in her chest.
"Charge, Death, silent as a swan!" Sister Astate, without any pause and despite the peril of death, leaned forward, driving her knee upward with force.
The Longsword warrior, who caught up and sliced off his left hand, achieved the desired result—the face of the brass knuckled warrior who had closed in on him instantly turned the color of liver.
"Hey, look here!"
The brass knuckled warrior, having suffered a brutal attack to the groin, trembled on his feet. He smashed the small wooden chair thrown at him into pieces, and with bloodshot eyes, looked towards the two jobless adventurers charging at him and let out a laugh filled with rage and disbelief.
That crazy dog who didn't care about his life is one thing.
But you, not even a professional adventurer, dare to attack , a Level 6 novice warrior?
Just as the two warriors were about to unleash heavy blows on the three fools who dared to assault the Trading House, the brass knuckled warrior suddenly felt tearing pain and a tugging sensation coming from his shoe.
Glancing down, he saw the Priest who had lost an arm and had a broken leg, still using his remaining arm to grab his leg, ferociously biting at the sole of his foot with his teeth.
What deep hatred is this?!
He felt a shiver down his spine and, instinctively, he kicked the madman, sending him flying.
He didn't want to be near this madman for another second.
"Priest— Priest!" The Priest, sent spinning into the air, was caught by a sowhat frantic Nan Ke.
Sister Astate, with her mouth full of blood, looked at Nan Ke and the carefree little fish who had rushed over, her face twisting into a fierce grin: "You two... cough cough, why didn't you finish the mission and ca here instead?"
"Mission, mission, I can go to hell with the mission. I ca here to play a ga, not to be played by a ga. Screw the mission! We'll help you kill this guy, let them see what the Fourth Calamity is!"
The careless little fish, gripping a long-footed stool and wildly swinging it around, wore an excited expression on her face.
The stool that had flown over was her doing.
It's a ga, what's the fun if you don't stir up so trouble!
Sister Astate's gaze shifted slightly, her mouth opening as if to say thanks, but what ca out was a vicious taunt instead:
"You two sure took your sweet ti getting here, slacking on the mission is one thing, but do I need to shout '123 start the fight' for you to join a battle?"
But in the next mont, their shadows began to writhe, and their expressions froze instantly. Chapter Continue:
"Don't move, my control of Shadow Blade isn't that great, so if you don't want to die, stay perfectly still!"
The Wanderer adventurer who had been lurking by the side of the newly risen Nobles slowly rose from the shadow, baring his teeth at the three players, "Shh, keep quiet, witnessing a Wanderer dance in the shadows is quite an experience."
All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed the restless little fish, who was trying to make a sneaky move, by her hair.
Feeling the pain of her hair being pulled, she let out a sharp scream.
Before he could gloat any further, he suddenly felt his scalp go numb and turned his eyes to see pale blue energy threads, which had mysteriously wrapped around his hands and feet, causing his hair to stand on end.
When had this happened?
A dispassionate voice rang out: "May I take your actions to an... you are trying to provoke ?"
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