Ling Fei smiled slightly, and didn't say much, took the quilt, this kind of plain but sincere care, maybe what he longed for the most, this kind of home warmth is really good.
Lying on the bed, Ling Fei couldn't fall asleep. There were many messy things in his mind, and he jumped out by himself. Ling Fei understood that he couldn't live like this for a long time, and he still had his own mission.
"Hey, what's the matter, isn't the life of not killing people very ordinary?"
Pok Aia, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.
Ling Fei changed the subject lightly:
"Don't remind me, I know what I should do, by the way, how much do you know about the sword skills of ghosts and gods."
"Hehehe, as long as you can activate the ancient memory, you will be able to comprehend it naturally, but you have to know that the sword of ghosts and gods is the sword of killing. You don't have enough murderous aura now."
Ling Fei sneered:
"You don't need to worry about this, well, I'm sleepy, I'll go to bed first."
The room returned to calm again, such good days are numbered, cherish it, Ling Fei told himself.
………
Walter's Bar is the only bar on the Irwynn Line of Defense bought by veteran mercenary Walter Carlin ten years ago. Although the bar is located in a remote alley in the East District, its business has declined due to its monopoly industry. It is also extremely hot.
Perhaps because of the proximity to the forest, the air in the morning here is extraordinarily fresh, and the faint scent of grass and trees permeates the air, which makes people feel refreshed and refreshed, and their minds become clearer. Even if there are three cracks in the demon world, they still cannot destroy this place. fresh environment.
Stepping through the early morning mist, a petite and thin mysterious man with a giant black sword on his back and a black robe all over his body walked slowly on the empty street of the Erwin wind defense line, his steps were steady and firm, with a The coldness that strangers should not enter emanates from this person's bones.
For the residents of the small town, every morning is the rarest time for them to be quiet, because this is a paradise for adventurers.
Those foreign adventurers are always like night owls. They get up with pale faces at noon, and rush into the cracks in the dungeon fiercely in search of wealth. In the evening, if they can come back alive, they will rush in immediately. All kinds of entertainment places, drunk and dreaming, screaming almost every day until dawn.
So early in the morning, which was supposed to be the time for the villagers to get up early to work, became everyone's rest time as it should be.
And at this time, the person who appeared on the deserted avenue was always very eye-catching. He walked towards the bar in silence, and it seemed that he was another mercenary who planned to take an adventure in the dungeon.
The old Hawk of the bakery stared at the back of the man in black, thinking so.
The man in black walked to a T-shaped opening and turned in. Just as he saw the door of the bar, the door was pushed open from the inside.
"Damn it, I don't have any money, why are you still staying in my bar? My place is not free. You poor bastards, get out and sober up! Hahaha"
The revealing roar sounded from the bar, and the sound shook the whole field. It was really a loud voice, and then a burly middle-aged man appeared at the door, holding a limp drunk man in each of his disgusted hands, cursing in his mouth Yes, like throwing sandbags, the two of them were thrown onto the cold ground of the street.
The man clapped his hands, and when he was about to close the door, he saw the man in black robe standing not far away. He couldn't help but froze, looked up and down with vigilant eyes for a while, and then asked bluntly:
"Are you here for a drink?"
The man in black shook his head, but did not speak.
The man stared at the man in black unkindly, and said impatiently: "Since you're not here to drink, then why are you here? Don't tell me, you're here to find someone."
But he heard the man in black say in a low voice with a strange unrecognizable male and female voice:
"I've come to deliver rye grains."
"I don't want rye malt."
The other party answered very quickly:
"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong, but I still have high-quality pure malt distiller's grains here, I don't know, boss, can you afford it?"
The other party answered very quickly:
"Oh, that may be my memory is wrong, but I still have high-quality pure malt distiller's grains here, I don't know, boss, can you afford it?"
The burly man laughed:
"This is the only bar here for me. If I can't afford it, your trip will be in vain."
After finishing speaking, the man stepped aside and invited the mysterious man in black into the bar.
The lights in the bar were dim, and the air was filled with the choking smell of low-quality tobacco and alcohol. A group of young men and women with dissolute expressions hugged each other and boldly indulged their desires. There were endless foul language in their mouths. It was really a smoky place.
The man in black frowned subconsciously, and then stretched it out, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth~www.mtlnovel.com~ smiled at the burly man:
"What a nice place."
The burly man touched his forehead in embarrassment, and quickly reached out to signal the man in black to invite him inside.
Walking through the hall, passing through the small warehouse, the two went down to the wine cellar. The man carefully closed the door of the cellar, and then groped behind a wine rack for a while, creaking, a wall made an unpleasant sound, and slowly opened it. , a secret door appeared in front of the two of them, no nonsense, the two filed in, and the secret door was closed again.
The fire was lit, and the dark room became dim.
The man in black carefully took off his hood, revealing a beautiful face.
The burly man shuddered in his heart, and immediately fell to the ground respectfully:
"Walter Carlin, meet Miss Seria."
It turns out that this mysterious man in black robe is the fallen elf Seria!
Seria smiled slightly, and immediately melted away the tense atmosphere. He slightly parted his cherry lips, and said in a warm voice:
"Don't be too polite, get up quickly, Mr. Water, we will have to rely more on Mr.'s channel in the future."
After a few words, Walter felt warm in his heart, and suddenly had the urge to die for his confidant.
"I heard that Mr. Walter received an important clue?"
Seria continued to ask.
Walter returned respectfully:
"Yes, the Bilmark Empire has been active recently. It has sent three transportation and supply teams in the first and half months. They claim on the surface that they plan to send troops to garrison the cracks in the dungeon to prevent monsters from invading. , inadvertently mentioned that they established a mysterious base deep in the forest."
Seria frowned in thought, and said after a while:
"Is there any specific news about that base?"
Walter said with a look of embarrassment: