Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 56: The Tok Mercenary Group’s Way to Death
At night, Marlowe and Oliver came to Maple Leaf and Pidgeot Feather in the outer city.

This tavern has been operating in Degen City for more than twenty years. The owner is a halfling named Tuer.

With his unique secret "Sand Wine", Tours won the hearts of all the gentlemen in Degen City.

"jingle."

Maro pushed open the door of the tavern. The tavern was crowded at night. Many workers from the outer city were drinking sand wine from large cups.

"Excuse me, excuse me, damn it!" Marlo used his nimble body to dodge the drunks and walked towards the bar. But in the end, one of the drunks vomited on his shoes.

"Ha, you won the prize." Oliver gloated.

Marlo took a deep breath and finally squeezed to the bar.

As soon as he sat down, the halfling bartender smiled and shook the cocktail glass in his hand and asked him: "Would you like something to drink?"

Maro shook his head, he didn't like drinking. Most mages didn't like drinking, as alcohol would harm their fragile brains and make them stupid.

The halfling said with some regret, "Good wine and good friends are what life is all about. You are such a boring person."

He asked with an expert look, "Tell me, what are you here to gather information for? Don't look at me like that. If you're not here to drink, what else could you be doing as a little wizard?"

"But," he stretched out a hand and rubbed his thumbs together, with a smile in his eyes, "there is a price."

Marro reluctantly took out a silver coin, and under the bartender's contemptuous gaze, he took out another one and put them all in the other's hand.

"I wonder when was the last time Tom was here," Marlowe asked in a deep voice.

A cold light flashed in the bartender's eyes. He wiped the cocktail glass in his hand and said calmly, "Tom? There are so many Toms here. Do you believe that if I call now, there will be more than a dozen Toms to answer me?"

"You know which one it is." Marrow said in an affirmative tone. He may not have much fighting ability, but as a prophecy wizard, he is very confident in the clues of his investigation.

The bartender paused while wiping the glass, put the glass down heavily, and then said with a smile: "Wait for me, I'm going to ask someone else."

Then the bartender left the bar and walked to a few burly thugs in armor at the edge of the tavern, looking at Maro and whispering.

"Tsk, tsk, that's not good." Oliver whispered in Marrow's ear.

Maro frowned and looked at him to ask what was wrong.

Oliver raised his chin towards the bartender and said, "Look over there, those are the people from the Tok Mercenary Group. I'm afraid our little Tom has offended the wrong people."

Seeing those professionals looking at him unkindly, Marlo shook his body and said hurriedly: "Let's go quickly. It's enough to know that there is a problem here. Next time, ask Brittany to accompany us."

Oliver rolled his eyes. Does this coward have so little confidence in his own abilities?

However, when he saw those professionals, Oliver was a little scared. After all, he was only a level 4 wanderer.

The two stood up and were about to leave when several professionals from the Tok Mercenary Group came over and blocked their way.

When the drunkards around saw this scene, they consciously made way, and a large area in the originally crowded pub immediately became empty.

The noisy environment suddenly became quiet.

"Are you the ones looking for Tom?" A man in exquisite armor among the professionals walked up to them and asked condescendingly.

Maro cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Yes, we are from the Golden Iris, and we are here only to accept the commission."

The man's face changed. He knew the name of Golden Iris. Even their leader was a little afraid of that powerful woman.

But that was all. Thinking of the fact that the leader had recently broken through to the ninth level warrior and threatened to conquer Golden Iris himself, the man's expression became relaxed again. "Golden Iris? Bah, a lackey of a bastard dares to come to our Tok Mercenary Group to look for someone?" The man spat with disdain.

Ma Luo's face changed. It was obvious that the other party's attitude would not end well.

The man waved his hand, and several thugs immediately rushed up and surrounded Oliver. He himself twisted his neck and walked towards Marrow with his bare hands.

"Don't come over here! I'm warning you, if you ruin our plans, it won't be as simple as angering Colette!" Marro was panicked and wanted to tell them about the existence of the terrifying dragon behind them, but the binding force of the oath stopped him from thinking so.

【Shield Technique】!
The man rushed up quickly, and Maro quickly chanted a spell, and a thin colorless shield appeared in front of him, but the man's huge force shattered the shield with one punch.

In just a few seconds, Maro was lying on the ground with a bruised face.

The man disdainfully stepped on his fair face with his muddy shoes and spat, saying, "Go back and tell that stinky bitch of yours to wait for our boss's favor, hahahaha!"

The man left with the guards, leaving Maro, whose body looked as if his skeleton had been dismantled, lying on the ground in pain.

Oliver hurried over. He wasn't feeling well either. The nail on one of his paws was broken and bleeding.

"Are you okay?" The cat man carefully helped Maro up.

The wizard said nothing. He just coldly wiped the phlegm off his face and watched the man's receding back.

"He will die, I promise." Maro said with anger in his eyes.

The two men left the tavern tremblingly and disappeared into the night.

They are going to find that guy, that terrible dragon. The Tok Mercenaries will regret it with their lives, the price they pay for insulting the dragon's followers.
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"What did you say!"

Inside the villa, Nemesis rubbed his sharp teeth and roared angrily, and his tail overturned the sofa beside him because he was too excited.

"How dare a human insult my followers and stop me from making money?!"

The real dragon was furious. In his mind, completing missions meant gold coins, and the Tok Mercenaries who dared to stop Maro and others from completing their missions were doomed to die.

Especially after knowing that the leader of the Tok Mercenary Group was only an eighth-level warrior, Nemesis felt it was even more absurd.

He is a domineering man in the underground world, but he has never been attacked by weak creatures.

"Hmph, you two losers, you really bring shame to the great White Mystic. You might as well die if you're so weak!" Nemesis cursed at them with disdain.

"When you come back, I will consider granting you dragon blood and the chance to become my followers. Remember, if you are humiliated outside, it means I am humiliated! If it happens again, there is no need for you to come back alive."

The cold voice of the True Dragon made the two of them look up in confusion. Although they didn't know what had happened, it seemed that they...turned a disaster into a blessing?

The two of them were a little confused at this moment, not knowing how many creatures underground were eager to obtain the blessing of the true dragon.

"Laoroan." Nemesis called.

A black figure flashed by and appeared in front of the two. It was a drow covered in black armor.

"Take all the shadow swords and follow them to that tavern. I want everyone involved in this fight to die in agony."

Nemesis' whispers like smoke echoed in the ears of several people.

"Yes, master," the sturdy shadow sword warrior knelt on the ground and looked at the real dragon with fanatical eyes.

"As you wish."

(End of this chapter)