[Name] Creon Earls. Earls.
[Identity] Head of the Blood Sea Mercenaries.
[Race] Demon.
Strength: 3rd level warrior.
Panel: Magic 10, Spirit 12, Strength 68, Agility 55, Endurance 49.
[Title] Bloody Hands (his hands always smell of rust)
[Introduction]Cruel mercenary with the blood of innocents on his hands.
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Watching Kreon being subdued by the skeleton soldiers and pressed underneath him without the slightest ability to resist, it was only then that Leon rode his horse to him.
As the leader, he still had some skills, and in order to subdue him, Leon lost several skeleton soldiers.
But this guy was actually a Demon? Leon was a bit surprised, he didn't look any different from a human until he saw a pair of tiny protruding horns on his head.
"What the hell are you?" Kreon asked as he gritted his teeth and looked at Leon who was about ten meters away, "Why are you setting up a trap against my Blood Sea Mercenary Corps?"
Leon asked rhetorically, "When you plundered others,, didn't you ever think about this situation?"
Kreon sophistically said, "We just wanted to come over and ask for directions! But you actually slaughtered my men without a second thought, you will definitely be judged by justice!"
Leon shook his head, having completely lost interest in conversing with him. He and the zombie dog's minds were intertwined, and he had heard their conversation before through the zombie dog's sensitive hearing.
However, what surprised him a little was that Kreon actually didn't have the slightest intention of begging for forgiveness, the people of the Demon Race were quite rigid, and Leon had heard about it.
"Puh-puh-puh-"
With Leon's wave of his hand, the skeletal soldier's halberd pierced into Kreon's chest without mercy.
A moment later, Kreon slowly opened his eyes, which had a dense black aura of death in them.
Joining him in opening his eyes was the group of Blood Sea Mercenary Corps members.
Transforming them into Necromantic creatures had consumed quite a bit of Leon's magic power and death aura, and the current Leon felt weak and depressed all over.
"Ding bell-"
The regal bell rang, and Kreon came in front of Leon.
"Do you recognize, a demon race called Sina?"
As the final boss of Final Light, the terror of Demon King Sina was still fresh in his mind, with a staggeringly terrifying blood bar, not only with unrivaled melee abilities, but also mastering all sorts of destructive all-map magic. Demon King Sina was also a world boss that required the entire service to fight together.
Kreon shook his head because Leon's level was too low, and the Necromantic Creature that he revived didn't yet have the ability to speak.
Leon was a little disappointed, he had thought that as a fellow Demon, Kreon might have heard of this name.
It was hard to believe that the circle of demons in Sonta City was quite large? This was not good news. Trying to find someone from a huge city would have been like looking for a needle in a haystack.
And when they found Sina, how would they take him away? This was also a problem.
Although it was said that the current Demon King was still very weak, Leon didn't want to force him away by violent means, if he held a grudge, it would be a rather horrible thing in the future.
Strangling the Demon King?
Leon shook his head, in that case, the Demon King's power would also re-search for a suitable host, and the future would have more uncertainty, not to mention, Leon couldn't lay his hands on this, and kill a person he didn't know for no reason.
After that, on the way to Sangha City, there were no more waves.
That army of the dead, placed outside the city by Leon, had quite consciously dug pits and buried themselves.
"Stand still! Who are you?"
The soldiers guarding the city stopped Leon, causing him to faintly stare, before reacting that this was Sangha City, but no one knew him.
"I'm the Lord of Lech City, Joel . Gugaman's son, Leon. Gujaman, come to visit the City Lord of Sangta City."
Leon pulled out a letter branded with a red seal from his pocket and handed it to the soldier guarding the city.
That soldier's face changed, so he took the letter and went to ask his superiors for instructions.
This time Leon had come to Sangta City, besides searching for the existence of the Demon King Sina, his father Joel had also handed him a task, which was to acquire an item from Sangta City's City Lord Hanlomu.
What exactly was it, Leon was not clear, Yol just told him to give that letter to Hanlomu and he would understand. And Leon's task was simple, hand over the money and bring back the item.
Not long after, a lean middle-aged man walked over, surrounded by people.
Leon's eyes lit up, he had an impression of this man, "Uncle Rayne."
Lei En was the beloved of Sangta City's City Lord Han Lomu, and every time Han Lomu came to Lech City, he always brought Lei En alone.
"Young Master Leon, please follow me." Lei En revealed a standard smile.
Lei En brought Leon onto the carriage and headed directly to the City Lord's Mansion, and the journey was unhindered.
The people on the road had curiosity and doubt in their eyes, speculating about this young man's identity without a hint of resentment, which moved Leon to the point where he wanted to cry a little.
How long has it been since I've encountered such a normal gaze.
Hanlomu, a plump middle-aged man, round as a ball, was currently lazily paralyzed in a rocking chair, holding the letter that Nayeon had brought with him.
"Look who it is, that guy Gujaman's son actually came to my place as a guest." Hanlomu amiably narrowed his eyes, an indescribable look in his eyes.
"Greetings, Lord City Lord." Leon performed a standard nobleman's etiquette.
"Hey, there's no need to be polite, your father and I are not ordinary friends." Hanlomu waved his hand indifferently, then opened the letter with a paper cutter in front of Leon.
But when Hanlomu saw the letter for the first time, he changed his face.
"Fuck! This dog thing! I really don't know how to be polite with me."
As Hanlomu's read the letter, his face became more and more ugly, and he directly cursed in front of Leon's face, "This damned beast, his nose is simply better than a dog's!"
Leon was a little curious as to what exactly his father said in the letter that made Hanlomu look so furious, but he also knew that he shouldn't be the one to ask about these things.
Hanlomu didn't intend to explain to Leon either, and directly called Reyne over, whispering a few instructions in his ear, Reyne then went out.
Not long after, Rayne took a delicate palm-sized jade box and came before Leon.
Hanlomu spoke, "This is what that guy Joel wanted, eight thousand gold coins."
Hiss, so expensive.
Leon pulled out a heavy bag, this was what Yol had given him beforehand, Leon didn't know how much money was in it, but it certainly wasn't eight thousand gold coins.
"No matter how much that fat pig is asking for, you give him this bag, not a penny more!" Joel had solemnly instructed Leon before he set off.
"Good man! This isn't a trade, this is robbery!" Hanlomu screamed, "That miser, what's he got in his head? Does he know what he's asking me for? To actually give this little? What about sending out beggars?"
"My lord, that ..." Raine's hand, who was about to hand Leon the jade box, paused in the air.
"Tsk! Give it to him!"
How long has it been since I've encountered such a normal gaze.
Hanlomu, a plump middle-aged man, round as a ball, was currently lazily paralyzed in a rocking chair, holding the letter that Nayeon had brought with him.
"Look who it is, that guy Gujaman's son actually came to my place as a guest." Hanlomu amiably narrowed his eyes, an indescribable look in his eyes.
"Greetings, Lord City Lord." Leon performed a standard nobleman's etiquette.
"Hey, there's no need to be polite, your father and I are not ordinary friends." Hanlomu waved his hand indifferently, then opened the letter with a paper cutter in front of Leon.
But when Hanlomu saw the letter for the first time, he changed his face.
"Fuck! This dog thing! I really don't know how to be polite with me."
As Hanlomu's read the letter, his face became more and more ugly, and he directly cursed in front of Leon's face, "This damned beast, his nose is simply better than a dog's!"
Leon was a little curious as to what exactly his father said in the letter that made Hanlomu look so furious, but he also knew that he shouldn't be the one to ask about these things.
Hanlomu didn't intend to explain to Leon either, and directly called Reyne over, whispering a few instructions in his ear, Reyne then went out.
Not long after, Rayne took a delicate palm-sized jade box and came before Leon.
Hanlomu spoke, "This is what that guy Joel wanted, eight thousand gold coins."
Hiss, so expensive.
Leon pulled out a heavy bag, this was what Yol had given him beforehand, Leon didn't know how much money was in it, but it certainly wasn't eight thousand gold coins.
"No matter how much that fat pig is asking for, you give him this bag, not a penny more!" Joel had solemnly instructed Leon before he set off.
"Good man! This isn't a trade, this is robbery!" Hanlomu screamed, "That miser, what's he got in his head? Does he know what he's asking me for? To actually give this little? What about sending out beggars?"
"My lord, that ..." Raine's hand, who was about to hand Leon the jade box, paused in the air.
"Tsk! Give it to him!"