Chapter 140 Chapter 58 Blazing Flame Burns in the Stained Land (1) (9/80)
Waving her small hand to tell the uncle from the slums beside her to leave quickly, Verafia tugged at her skirt. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed her slightly upturned, pure white little face.
A cold sneer flashed across the young girl’s scorching gold eyes.
Verafia coming to this slum was certainly not to show concern for Rubiel’s people.
Not only was it the Knight of the Belleter family she had sensed before, but during her seemingly aimless wandering, Verafia had also clearly felt the faint imprint of the flame she had left on Felnor yesterday.
The answer was naturally self-evident.
Of course, after seeing the person named Sok, she had also lingered for a while, which was also because of the bard beside her.
However, since the guy Ig had also come here, she no longer had the leisure to beat around the bush.
The young girl’s lips curled up slightly, and a flicker of eagerness appeared on her turned cheek.
“Then Dylan, let’s go together!”
The dim yellow twilight sprinkled on the stone floor, and the slightly longer heels of her pure white little leather boots tapped crisly on the ground. Verafia paused, turned her head, and saw that the bard behind her had also followed. She then tilted her little face up slightly, looking at the tavern, which was not very spacious in the slums.
The guards at the tavern entrance looked surprised.
The taverns in the slums were filled with gray and criminal transactions. The attendants guarding the door had seen all sorts of tall, strong, and fierce-looking guests, but this was the first time they had seen a young girl dressed in an exquisite dress, looking like a noble lady, running up to them.
A tall attendant stepped forward to block her, his Silver Rank Dou Qi revealed without reservation.
“Girl, what are you doing? This is no place for you.”
“The superficial guards are Silver Rank. Well, it seems that this tavern’s management is quite good.”
Verafia spoke to herself. She suddenly raised her little face and looked at the questioning guard, saying, “I’m just looking for someone, you don’t need to bother me.”
The guard who blocked her hesitated, but before he could reply, a man with a face full of scars, like a giant black bear but dressed as a manager, walked out.
“There’s no one you’re looking for here. Our tavern is closed. If you have no invitation, leave immediately! Otherwise, we don’t know what will happen!”
Verafia was not afraid of such a threat. She raised her little head and said with indignation, “Hey, what’s your attitude! And I haven’t heard of a tavern closing its doors before nightfall. Aren’t you up to something bad behind the scenes!”
Verafia’s provocative words made the tall man’s expression turn displeased. He narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous fierceness, “Brat, you don’t understand the rules. You shouldn’t know about such things…”
The surrounding guards also blocked the girl and the bard. The tall man, who was the manager, spoke in a cold voice, his muscles tensed, and his stout arms, as thick as tree trunks, pulled aside his clothes, revealing a metal sword in the air.
Accompanying the cold light of the sword was undisguised malice!
Verafia raised her delicate eyebrows with interest, “Yo, by doing this, aren’t you just asking for trouble for yourselves… Honestly, if there’s really no problem, this young lady would just come and take a look. Why draw swords and fight? Besides, do you know this young lady’s identity?”
“Just a Gold Rank Mage! Naive brat, don’t think no one will dare to touch you just because you’re a noble! Even if you’re the Duke’s daughter, your questioning here won’t work!”
Under the twilight dusk, accompanied by the tall man’s fierce roar, was his unrestrained, all-out attack. The terrifying power of the Gold Rank, once unleashed, was enough to easily shatter a heavy mountain rock as tall as a person!
Verafia slightly raised her porcelain-like exquisite face. Her golden hair, smoothed like silk by the wind, brushed against her jade-like skin. A few smiles flickered in the girl’s scorching gold pupils:
“A decent Gold Rank. But, does this young lady really not care about anyone? I’ve been so high-profile… and still these cannon fodders, not qualified to hear this young lady’s name?”
Verafia casually raised her right hand, and the crimson blazing flame instantly condensed in the air, crashing into the opponent’s attack. The violent surge instantly sent those surrounding her who were attacking flying to the ground.
Flames seared the ground, and men in black rolled on the ground, letting out pained screams.
Verafia waved her hand to clear the flame condensed in mid-air, and raised her pretty face triumphantly:
“Hmph, as I said, you guys dare to find trouble with this young lady!”
Behind the girl, the bard, clearly frightened by her actions, took a few deep breaths and walked forward with a stiff expression: “Miss Verafia, you… acting here, this won’t be easy to clean up!”
“What of it, and Dylan, you saw it yourself, they were the ones who made the first move!”
Verafia turned her face. The bard undoubtedly looked terrified. Verafia’s gaze flickered, and she suddenly clapped her pure white hands, a light smile appearing on her cheeks.
“Besides, this tavern looks suspicious. I think our target is likely here… Well, Bard, want to go in and take a look with me?”
The girl turned and chuckled, her clear, bell-like voice echoing in the air filled with burning breath. Without waiting for a response, Verafia lifted her small boots and walked towards the main entrance of the tavern not far away.
The bard Dylan struggled, seeming unwilling to get involved in the trouble caused by this deliberately provocative young lady.
However, he also knew that he would likely be considered the girl’s accomplice, and being left alone would not end well. It was better to stay by the side of this clearly extraordinary young lady.
Dylan gritted his teeth, picked up his harp, and quickly followed the girl’s delicate back.
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Although the battle at the tavern entrance only lasted a few seconds, the intense noise naturally alerted many people.
As soon as Verafia pushed the door open, many people with decent Dou Qi rushed over, weapons in hand.
Verafia naturally wouldn’t hold back against these people. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a spell to knock them down, and then raised her eyes to survey the environment inside the tavern.
Because it was located in the slums, the tavern’s decoration was not luxurious. The twilight outside the window cast onto the somewhat worn floor, adding to the desolate atmosphere of the entire place.
In the entire room, apart from the girl and the people she had knocked down, there was only an old monk dressed in black sitting upright at a wine table, and a red-haired woman Vance was not unfamiliar with.
Verafia’s scorching gold eyes lit up with delight. She stepped over the fallen people in front of her and smiled at the people in the spacious room:
“Long time no see, Mr. Sok… and you, you’re here too! Well, that’s good, it saves this young lady some trouble!”
