The two took the elevator to the second underground floor of the hotel.
Along the passage leading to the training ground, mercenaries gathered in groups of three or four to chat. At a low table in the corner sat two church spies, pretending to drink and chat while silently looking around.
"That Master Achilles came out of the elevator." A spy pretended to drink and whispered.
"He's not dead yet? How strange." Another spy shook his head slightly, puzzled by Ask's refusal to accept the church's protection. "The high school girl next to him... is a little too pretty. Suspicious."
"What's suspicious? The height doesn't match." The spy chuckled after taking a sip of wine and said, "Vampire illusions can't change body shape."
"Maybe they are the newly transformed blood servants of the vampire, who approached him on purpose to lure him." Another spy said coldly, "If we follow them now, we may be able to follow the clues and catch the big fish."
"Do you think the people in the church can't think of this?" The companion sneered, "This useless young master is a noble after all. I won't even mention how corrupt his lifestyle is. If you caught him playing with a woman in private, do you think you would get away with it? To put it bluntly, he was seduced and assassinated by a vampire, which is his own problem. But if we follow him and end up being discovered, and he goes to the noble council to make a scene, how will the church save face? Then they will push you and me out as scapegoats."
"That's true. Our goal is to find the vampire anyway." The spy sighed, "Let him be. Since he didn't want to stay in the church and had to hang out, he can die if he dies. It's not our fault."
The two spies continued to drink. Ask, as if completely unaware, took Peggy to the counter and handed over a bill: "Which close combat training ground is available?"
"Number 3," the teller replied.
Arriving at Training Ground No. 3, we found an open space about the size of four basketball courts placed side by side. On one side were steel-cast dolls placed side by side for the warriors to practice attacking; on the other side were large and small arenas surrounded by iron chains for the mercenaries to practice and fight against each other.
"Put on the mask." Ask said to Peggy, "Let's go to the arena to practice first. I want to see your current level."
Peggy hummed, put on the crying face theatrical mask, and drew out the dagger tied to her thigh.
Ask picked the largest arena, which was usually used for 5v5 team battles. A few mercenaries around looked over with curiosity. As he walked onto the field, Ask drew his long sword and swung it casually.
"Come over here." He waved at Peggy, "Use all your strength. Don't worry that I can't handle it."
Peggy nodded, lowered her body slightly, pushed off the ground with her back feet, and rushed forward, disappearing from the spot almost in an instant.
"So fast!" A nearby mercenary glanced over here inadvertently and immediately screamed out loud, even stopping what he was doing unconsciously.
The figure approached Ask in an instant, and flew out the next second, so fast that it was impossible to see how Ask fought back. Peggy fell to the ground and rolled a few times in embarrassment, then struggled to get up, her movements somewhat deformed in the severe pain.