In this chaotic era, these desperadoes walk on the edge of life and death during the day, and at night they go to red light districts like this to vent their desires without any scruples. No one knows whether they will be alive tomorrow.
Come back alive.
Sitting in the corner of the bar counter was a mysterious man. His whole body was covered in a black cloak, and he was exuding bursts of evil aura. The cold evil aura spread to within half a meter of the man, and the temperature dropped significantly.
Seasoned mercenaries all know that this kind of person is usually a god of death who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It is best not to provoke them.
The man's face and upper body were wrapped tightly, and his appearance could not be seen. Through the gaps in the cloak, you could see that he was wearing standard leggings that are common in the market, but he was wearing a pair of top-quality shoes on his feet, and he was carrying a huge weird weapon on his back.
black giant sword,
He leaned on the bar with one elbow, dragged his chin, and closed his eyes tightly.
"Wow..."
Suddenly, there was a commotion and someone broke a wine glass.
"Fuck, I came here just to vent. You stinky bitch, you are so shameless. You were almost attacked by a demonized snake outside during the day. It's already unlucky enough. How about your face when you get here at night?"
A drunken mercenary suddenly stood up and screamed sharply.
The angry female voice yelled:
"When I was killing monsters on the front line, you were still drinking milk from your mother's arms, and you actually teased me. You are seeking death!"
A loud slap came into my ears, and immediately after, a group of people started pushing and yelling, tables, chairs and benches flew around, and bottles and glasses fell to the ground and broke.
In a place like a tavern, conflicts happen almost every day, and most people just take it for granted. These mercenaries don't have much ability, but they all have a bad temper.
The bartender hid in the bar, occasionally sticking his head out to take a look, but immediately retracted under, for fear of harming the fish in the pool, while the bold mercenary found a safe corner, drinking cheap dark ale, smiling.
Watching this farce, what's more, they even made noises and whistled a few times from time to time.
Ling Fei's tightly closed eyes finally opened, and a cold light flashed through him. He frowned, glanced sideways at the chaotic crowd next to him, and said coldly in a low and inaudible voice.
"Even if it is a tasteless memory, you are not qualified to interrupt it..."
He stood up and walked slowly towards the table. He stretched out his right hand from his cloak and slowly reached for the hilt of the sword behind his back.
"Hey, brother Lingfei...you'd better control your emotions, otherwise that guy will take advantage of you."
Just when Ling Fei was about to get rid of these scum, an old voice came from behind him.
The corner of his mouth hidden in the shadow of the cloak grinned and stopped:
"Tsk...you damn old guy, you are late every time, do you think this is a privilege?"
Turning around, Ling Fei sat back on the bar and snapped his fingers at the waiter.
"Two drafts of real malt beer."
Then I tapped the old man sitting next to me with my thumb and added:
"This old guy pays the bill."
The waiter turned around and looked at the old man in front of him. He was a somewhat bald old man, but he had a thick beard. He seemed to be a practicing martial artist. He looked strong, with a ruddy complexion and was in good spirits.
After hearing Ling Fei's words, the old man's face became extremely wonderful, especially the distinctive beard. Because of the trembling grin, the mustache was curled up and up, which was very funny.
Shaking his head helplessly, exhaling a breath, the old man smiled awkwardly at the waiter:
"How about... get two glasses of dark ale?"
Dark ale is a cheap beer, costing only ten copper coins per cup, while pure malt beer is more upscale and costs one silver coin, a full ten times difference.
The waiter didn't expect the old man to say such a sentence after holding it in for a long time. He nodded slightly, a look of contempt in his eyes disappeared, and turned around to get the beer.
"Brother Lingfei, it's not easy for the old man to make some money. You can't play with me like this?"
The bald old man patted Ling Fei with a smile and said.
"Hmph! Old man, you are too shameless. Every time I give you the information fee, it is denominated in gold coins. Not counting some useless weapons and armor I found in the dungeon.
I gave it to you at a cheap price. Nowadays, buying me a drink is still such a cheap thing. It seems that I will just sell the equipment to Uncle Linus’s blacksmith shop in the future. I will definitely make more than what you gave me, and maybe I can still earn more.
It’s a favor.”
When the old man heard this, his face turned into the color of pig liver.
"Oh, brother, how can those of us who work as informants compare with that guy Linus? He has connections with the government. It's not like you don't know about it. Besides, the news doesn't come out every day, and
The timeliness is so high, bro, it’s not easy for me to make some money.”
Ling Fei let out a disdainful laugh:
"Humph, I said old Henry, you recently opened another store in the Principality of Belmare. Am I right?"
Old Henry hesitated:
"Ahem...Brother Lingfei, let's talk about business. Here, this is the news you want. Hey, several wormholes in the underground city have been discovered recently. It seems that the continent of Arad has been polluted by demonic energy during this period.
It turned out to be more serious.”
As he spoke, he handed over a parchment scroll.
Taking the sheepskin scroll, Ling Fei opened it without hesitation and spread it on the bar.
The waiter brought two glasses of rye beer and carefully placed them on the bar. He glanced at the parchment scroll without leaving any trace, then turned and walked away.
Ling Fei seemed not to notice, and continued to look at the scroll, but grinned, revealing a few cold white teeth.
However, Old Henry glanced at the waiter's back as if he had some understanding, and showed a strange smile.
A black money bag was thrown in front of old Henry. Ling Fei stood up and laughed:
"Very good, old Henry. If you have any news, remember to contact me. If you are late again next time, the commission will be halved."
Henry didn't take it seriously. When he saw Ling Fei getting up and leaving, he grabbed Ling Fei's cloak and said:
"Hey... I said, I haven't drunk this wine yet. If I invite you to drink, wouldn't it be a waste if you don't drink?"
"Do you dare to drink? If you are not afraid, I will let you drink both cups."
Ling Fei chuckled and continued:
"Let's go, I'll give you a ride, but it's not free..."
After passing through the bustling night market, the two walked along the town's protective wall towards the town gate.
Just as I walked to the entrance of an alley with sparse smoke, I heard a cold shout from behind: