Chapter 244

Outside the tavern, an old hunter walked into the tavern, whistling white air.

The stone wood mixed, Romanesque, arched building has been renovated with bright colors, triangular gables and towering roofs, protruding eaves, and some metal axle shaped arches.

The style of the Arabella Empire has a great influence on the harbor city of kangobot.

The influence was greater than that of the basatona empire.

The tavern has four floors. The upper three floors are rooms for accommodation. The first floor is the normal layout of the tavern, which also provides food for the drinkers.

When the old hunter came into the tavern, it was full.

This tavern is not remote, and because of its proximity to the mercenary guild, many mercenaries often come here to drink.

The old hunter narrowed his eyes, looked left and right, and finally found his acquaintance in the corner, a one armed old man of his age.

He is thin, his face is changing, and his wrinkles with scars make him look older, but those scars are also his honor, which makes him look less angry and self-confident.

He carried a huge sword on his back, and his shoulder length broken right arm was covered by a fur cloak from which he didn't know what kind of demon it was. His only left arm skillfully used a fork to fork up the food in the plate and send it to his mouth.

If you look closely, you can see that the food he forks is always horizontal and the left and right sides are always in balance.

The rest of the tavern was full, but there was no one sitting on the side and opposite side of the old man with one arm.

Before the old hunter, several young mercenaries who had just entered the tavern were about to walk past when they saw the vacancy, but they were held by their companions.

As soon as the old hunter's eyes lit up, he went straight over.

"Gunter!"

Hearing the sound, the one armed old man looked up, then continued to eat the food on the plate, completely ignoring his meaning.

The old hunter was not annoyed. He sat directly on the empty seat opposite him with a smile:

"Gunter, do you have time

Although the one armed old man did not drive away the old hunter, he did not pay attention to his meaning.

Seeing that he still didn't pay attention to himself, the old hunter nuzzled his mouth and said to himself:

"I heard that someone met a sea spirit on the sea."

Hearing this, the one armed old man Gunter's action was stunned, but there was no sound meaning.

The old hunter, who had been staring at him, noticed the action and couldn't help smiling, but in order to avoid accidents, the old hunter still put his smile back.

He looked around and yelled at the maid who was walking through the pub with plates:

"elrina! Ellena

Hearing the cry, the maid turned her head and swept her eyes. After finding out that it was an old hunter, she sighed and walked over.

"Guest, what do you want -"

the voice of the tavern maid is unabashed.

"I said ellina..." the old hunter was about to say something when the maid interrupted him.

"I've said it many times, Stroud! My name is Almina! It's not ellina

The maid's face was upset and her hands were holding her chest. The shaking tray reminded the old hunter of the last time he was severely hit in the head.

"I can't remember clearly when I'm old." The old hunter named Stroud chuckled twice. "I'll have roast beef. By the way, I'll have minced beef."

"Minced beef, right?" Elmina looked disgusted, but she still wrote down the request, but she did not leave, "give the account first, or don't think about it."

This old man is really stingy. He has never seen him give a tip. When he checks out, he still uses various methods to give a few copper coins.

Because the amount of money is too small to file a case, after a period of time, the old man will come here again, or use the same method to reduce the meal money.

After she got the job as a tavern maid, she had done it more than 20 times.

She had remembered the stingy iron cock thoroughly.

Most importantly, the old man always called her by the wrong name.

Ellina? Is it the Orioles in which Liuying street?

But for some reason, her mother's words flashed into her mind. It seemed that the name of her great grandmother, who had been dead for several decades, had never been seen before.

If my great grandmother had been alive, she would have been over a hundred now.

Unfortunately, there was no professional in her family.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have money, I have money!"

The old hunter named Stroud took a small bag out of some thin fur coats, took out a piece of minced cow money from it, grinned and put the money into Almina's hand."..."

looking at the smile on his face, Almina felt an impulse to beat him.

After receiving the money, Almina turns away and walks to the bar with a tray.

Looking at her leaving, the stingy old hunter showed a nostalgic look. Then he looked at the one armed old man and looked at his fingers, two worn iron rings.

The old hunter naturally held his hands together and covered up the two rings:

"time flies, doesn't it? Gunter, it has been three winters since he came to the kingdom of Allen. Besides you and me, there are not many people left in the original mercenary regiment

The one armed old man nodded faintly:

"well."

Then he glanced at Hermina, the maid who was walking around the tables with plates, and recalled:

"also a tavern maid."

"Right, right?"

The old hunter laughed, then took the wine in front of the old man with one arm and took a drink:

"she worked as a maid in the tavern of Laufer, her daughter also worked as a maid in the tavern of Laufer, and her granddaughter worked as a maid in the tavern of Laufer's son, and now..."

the old man with one arm looked at the middle-aged man standing in the bar. It was Lao Phil's grandson.

Looking at the old hunter's appearance, he was silent for a moment and did not intend to talk about it any more. Then he hesitated and said:

"could it be her that you just said

"I don't know." The old hunter laughed.

The one eyed old man frowned.

"This is the news our head told me. I haven't seen that sea spirit. Who knows if you've been looking for her?"

The one eyed old man asked with some doubts:

"chief? You joined the mercenary corps? "

He and Stroud used to belong to the same mercenary regiment, and Stroud was the one most loyal to the commander.

In a commission about Apocalypse level demons, the leader and some members were killed.

After that, Stroud tried hard to earn money and wanted to retain the members of the team, but no one remained in the destroyed mercenary regiment. Even if he was himself, he chose to leave after a few years' commission with the stubborn Stroud and the mercenary group of two.

Finally, I heard that Stroud had maintained the mercenary regiment for decades, and was finally abolished by the mercenary guild due to its insufficient number.

Since then, the other side has been a lone mercenary.

How could this stubborn old guy join the new mercenary regiment?

Gunter was so surprised that he asked, "why do you do that?"

"A mercenary regiment has just been established. The head of the regiment is a little girl, but its strength is very strong."

The old hunter didn't give a positive answer about why he joined the mercenary regiment. He just said with a smile:

"do you want to join?"

Not only to join, but also to pull themselves together?

Gunter was even more surprised. Did the old man take the wrong medicine?

"What is your regiment's name?"

"Mary." The old hunter replied, "although it's not very famous in kangobot, she'll be famous soon."

As he said the name, on a table next to them, a young man in a tuxedo with a temperament similar to a bard made a move and turned to look at the two.

"Mary? Is she here already? "

But his action made another bard sitting opposite him puzzled:

"what's the matter? Mr. clester? "

At his words, kleister, or art, turned around and said with a smile:

"it's OK, because I heard a familiar name, so..."

"familiar name?" The Bard also looked at the two old men and recalled the name he had just heard, "maggo?"

"It's Mary."

With a look of adoration on his face, Yat, who made a vest with the name of a violinist in his previous life, deliberately raised his voice:

"Lord Mary is a powerful Apocalypse!"

"Apocalypse? What have you done? " The Bard was a little interested, and then took out a little book from his coat.

The stories of various characters are the source of inspiration for bards to create stories.

There must be some legendary story about the man who can make Mr. kleister so highly respected?

"Come on, I'll tell you..."

in the eyes of other wine drinkers who also showed their curiosity, phantom art told Mary's story in exaggerated form.

The one armed old man and the old hunter also noticed their conversation. When they heard the praising words, the old hunter's face also showed a smile, and the one armed old man was listening quietly.

But he was also paying attention to the man named cleister, who, with warrior intuition, felt something strange about the storytelling bard.Yat didn't pay attention to these miscellaneous things. Although his current attributes are only at the level of Apocalypse level I, so is his level. However, in terms of actual combat effectiveness, as long as he is not a strong one at Tianqi Level 3 or above, he can't cause even a little trouble to him.

These two old men of Apocalypse level are just idle people.

At his command, a shadow crow also moved.

In the intelligence he detected, Mary is likely to be the son of sorrow, at least the son of the pseudo era.

What's more, after a lot of intelligence analysis and screening, Mary seems to have got something related to the soul tower, which is probably one of the keys to the sub tower.

Art is very interested in the soul tower, and even if he can't get it, he needs some clues from Mary.

As for the ways...

there are many.

However, if it is not necessary, at present, Yat does not intend to be an enemy. It is not because of friendship. They have only met two sides. Whether they are friends or not has to be discussed separately.

The main reason is that it is not cost-effective in terms of interests.

And... Att always feels that the other side has some powerful means.

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