Chapter 021 Little Staff
[White Wolf] Bazel and Princess Ymir of Omar had a secret discussion on cooperation and had already reached a preliminary agreement.
As for the small fights on the second floor of the tavern, they did not catch the attention of the two big shots.
But no one expected that the poison gas bomb on Ryan's body suddenly exploded.
Although this level of toxin does not pose much threat to top masters like them who have unlocked five gene chains.
But this explosion triggered a chain reaction.
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Outside the house, several masters of the Omar Royal Worship Group who were lying in ambush waiting for the signal naturally discovered the sudden abnormal explosion in the "Hyacinth Tavern" at the first time.
According to intelligence, only the eldest princess and Bazaar were having a secret conversation in that tavern...
They couldn't help but think that this strange explosion must have caused some kind of accident.
Although they had not seen the signal to take action, they decided to act immediately.
The next moment, several hidden masters burst out with their aura and rushed forward rapidly.
For the "werewolf", a magical sub-human species with an extremely sensitive sense of danger, this noise was like the sun suddenly bursting out in the dark night, causing great pain in his eyes.
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Suddenly, the aura of many top masters appeared. Don’t you understand this situation?
[White Wolf] Basel feels that if he continues to rely on luck, he will be a fool!
So, he decided to strike first.
The werewolf's perception allowed him to detect the movement outside earlier than Ymir. Just when Ymir was completely unprepared, he suddenly attacked, transformed into a werewolf and attacked the eldest princess of the Omar Empire.
This led to what Ryan saw: the exaggerated noise of half of the tavern being destroyed.
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"Is this the top expert in this world who has unlocked the fifth-order gene chain? He is so terrifying..."
Looking at the ruins in front of him, Ryan's eyelids twitched violently.
The power of this attack alone is equivalent to that of individual rocket launchers in previous lives.
Ryan naturally never thought that by such a coincidence, he would meet Basel, the leader of the "White Wolf Phantom Thieves", the ceiling of the Phantom Thieves industry, in the tavern where Pisis was planning to murder him.
What's even more coincidental is that I seem to be inexplicably involved in some major incident...
As expected, my luck is as bad as ever after traveling through time.
Ryan looked hopeless and complained in his heart.
Thinking carefully, aren't this man and woman the suspicious customers sitting in the corner of the store before?
But he was also curious. If this majestic silver wolf was Bazel, then who was the injured woman?
Anyone who can withstand this attack and survive must be a top-level strongman.
Ryan didn't need to guess.
Soon, the woman's identity was revealed .
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In the blink of an eye after the explosion, only a few whistling sounds of wind were heard and a flash of light and shadow.
In the blink of an eye, Ryan saw a few more people appearing on the street near the tavern.
A knight with a giant sword wearing heavy armor, an old man in a black robe holding a staff, a man in a cloak with his head hidden and his tail exposed, and a tall, rich and handsome young man surrounded by several guards.
It wasn't that Ryan knew the young man, but because the guy's outfit was so eye-catching that it was not difficult to guess that his identity must be very noble.
The young man had a handsome blond hair, blue eyes and sharp eyebrows, and he was wearing a half-gas mask made of pure gold. He was wearing exquisitely crafted high leather boots, a noble-style black dress, and the double row of pure gold buttons on his chest were engraved with golden griffin patterns...
As he was qualified to have the exclusive emblem of the royal Spurgeon family on his buttons, it was not difficult to guess the identity of the young man.
"Someone from the Omar royal family?"
When Ryan saw the blond man's attire, he guessed his identity, but his brows immediately frowned.
He wouldn't be surprised if he met these people somewhere else.
But these guys actually came to the "black market trade fair" of the thieves?
A sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?
Even though the people in front of you seem to be big bosses, it doesn't mean you can act so rampant in the bandit's base!
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Obviously, [White Wolf] Bazel thought so too.
Being plotted against in its own territory, can this silver wolf tolerate its violent temper?
"Hemos, you old man are here? I thought you would die of old age in the Omar Capital..."
When Basel saw the old man holding the staff, a solemn look flashed across his wolf eyes.
After all, this Yama, Hamos Zakaria, who is as famous as himself as one of the "Top Ten Legendary Demon Hunters", is the top master in the field of elemental magic.
"Bazel, the last time we met was ten years ago. It seems that your temper hasn't changed... You werewolves have a long lifespan, which is really an enviable talent."
Demonic energy surged throughout Hemos' body. From afar, the black wizard robe on his body looked like a blazing black flame of hell, giving people a feeling of burning destruction even from a long distance away.
Bazel sneered and asked in a deep voice, "Why , we didn't win ten years ago, and you still want to try today?"
Hearing this, the court mage shook his head and responded calmly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is coming to quell the banditry, and as a teacher, I will naturally do my part to help, even if it means sacrificing my old bones."
"Oh?"
Basel snorted coldly, as if he had heard something ridiculous.
At this time, he glanced at the young man wearing a golden gas mask and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, look who I see? Even the eldest prince of Omar, Quentin Spurgelen, has come in person. Should I, Bazel, feel honored?"
In the face of absolute strength, Basel was not even interested in the identity of a noble.
Hearing this contemptuous tone, the eldest prince did not speak. His arrogant eyes seemed to make him feel that talking to such a lowly thief was an insult.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
At this time, the black-robed man beside Quentin stepped forward and said with a relaxed smile: "Sir Bazel, there is no need to waste time. Even if your subordinates come, they can't save you."
"Yo huh?"
Basel sneered when his plan was discovered, and didn't care at all.
Instead, the silver wolf showed a mocking expression on his face and glanced at the few people: "Do you really think you can defeat me? Do you really think that my 'White Wolf Group' and these hundreds of thousands of brothers are just decorations?"
It's not that he is arrogant, but it's just the fact.
Even though the people coming from the opposite side were all top priests of the Omar court, if they really wanted to kill him, it would be impossible for them to do so in a short time.
But if a fight really breaks out, will the brothers of the "White Wolf Group" just stand by and watch?
Do you really think these more than 100,000 vicious thieves are made of mud?
"Um... Mr. Bazel, the reason I told you so much is probably because we have the same idea. We are actually waiting for your subordinates to come and support you..."
The man in black robe shrugged noncommittally, with no intention of hiding anything.
Then, he said the most domineering words in the most nonchalant tone.
"After all, I originally planned to catch you all... in one fell swoop today!"
What?!
Hearing this, Basel's pupils suddenly shrank, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
He looked around. Could it be that Omar's Royal Army had come to encircle them? No, that wasn't right... The location they had chosen was open, and even if there was a large army, it would be impossible to encircle them.
This guy...where is the confidence in what he says?
He stared at the black-robed man who had just "boasted" with his silver eyes, and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
The hood of the man in black robe always covered half of his face. Only the corners of his mouth could be seen slightly raised, with a bit of evil charm: "I am Clemens F. Metternich, just a small staff member of His Highness Quentin , not worth mentioning..."
