Ling Fei smiled slightly, said nothing, and took the quilt. This kind of plain but sincere care may be what he longs for most. This kind of warmth of home is really good.
Lying on the bed, Ling Fei couldn't sleep. Many messy things in his mind jumped out of his mind. Ling Fei understood that he couldn't live like this for a long time. He still had his own mission.
"Hey, what, isn't life without killing people very dull?"
The self-ghost Pokoea who had been silent for a long time suddenly asked.
Ling Fei changed the topic lightly:
"No need to 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 naturally be able to understand it, but you have to know that the sword of ghosts and gods is a sword of killing. You don't have enough murderous intent now."
Ling Fei sneered:
"You don't need to worry about this. Okay, I'm sleepy, so I'll go to bed first."
The room became calm again. These good days are numbered, so we must cherish them, Ling Fei told himself.
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Walter's Bar is the only bar in the Alvin Line that was bought by retired mercenary Walter Carlin ten years ago and is still run today. Although the bar is located in a remote alley in the East District, its business has failed because it is a monopoly.
It can be considered extremely hot.
Perhaps because of the proximity to the forest, the morning air here is particularly fresh, and the faint scent of grass and trees permeates the air. It always makes people feel relaxed and happy, and their minds become clearer. Even if there are three demon world cracks here, they still cannot destroy this place.
fresh environment.
Stepping into the early morning mist, a petite and thin mysterious man, carrying a giant black sword on his back and wrapped in a black robe, slowly walked on the empty street of the Erwin Wind Defense Line, his steps steady and firm, a wave of
The coldness of keeping strangers away radiated from this man's bones.
For the residents of the town, early morning is the rarest quiet time for them, because this is a paradise for adventurers.
Those outside adventurers are always like night owls. They get up with a pale face at noon and rush into the cracks of the underground city in search of wealth. In the evening, if they can come back alive, they will rush in immediately.
In various entertainment venues, people are intoxicated and dreamy, shouting almost every day until dawn.
Therefore, early morning, which is supposed to be the time when villagers get up early to work, has naturally become a rest period for everyone.
At this time, the person who appeared on the deserted avenue always seemed particularly eye-catching. He walked silently towards the bar. It seemed that he was another mercenary who was planning to venture into the underground city.
Old Hawke from the bakery thought as he stared at the back of the man in black robe.
The man in black robe walked to a T-shaped opening and turned in. As soon as he saw the door of the bar, the door was pushed open from inside.
"Damn it, you have no money, why are you still staying in my bar? My seat is not free. You poor guys, get out and sober up! Hahaha"
A roar of exposure rang out from the bar, shaking everyone around. It was really a loud voice, and then a burly middle-aged man appeared in the door, holding a limp drunk man in each hand with a look of disgust, cursing in his mouth.
, throwing the two of them onto the cold ground of the street like throwing sandbags.
The man clapped his hands lightly and was about to close the door when he caught sight of the man in black robe standing not far away. He couldn't help but froze. After looking up and down with vigilant eyes for a while, he asked politely:
"Are you here for a drink?"
The man in black robe shook his head and said nothing.
The man stared at the man in black robes unkindly and said impatiently: "Since you are not here to drink, what are you doing here? Don't tell me that you are here to find someone."
But I heard the man in black robe say in a strange low voice that could not distinguish between male and female:
"I'm here to deliver the black ale lees."
The burly man was stunned for a moment, and then he carefully looked around at the movement around him. After confirming that no one was around, he continued to ask with a cautious expression:
"I don't want black malt."
The other party answered very quickly:
"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong, but I still have high-quality pure malt lees here. I don't know, boss, can you afford it?"
The other party answered very quickly:
"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong, but I still have high-quality pure malt lees here. I don't know, boss, can you afford it?"
The burly man laughed:
"I'm the only bar here. If I can't afford it, your trip will be in vain."
After saying that, the man stepped aside and invited the mysterious black-robed man into the bar.
The lights inside 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 obscenities on their lips. It was really a smoky place.
The man in black robe frowned subconsciously, then relaxed his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and smiled at the burly man:
“What a nice place.”
The burly man touched his forehead in embarrassment and quickly stretched out his hand to signal the man in black robe to come inside.
After walking through the hall and passing through the short warehouse, the two went down to the wine cellar. The man carefully closed the cellar door, and then groped behind a wine rack for a while. Then, a wall made an unpleasant sound, and slowly opened it.
, a secret door appeared in front of the two of them, and without any nonsense, the two of them filed in, and then the secret door closed again.
The fire lit up and the darkroom became dim.
The man in black robe carefully took off his hood, revealing a beautiful face.
The burly man's heart trembled, and he immediately bowed to the ground respectfully:
"Walter Carlin, meet Miss Ceria."
It turns out that this mysterious man in black robe is actually the fallen elf Ceria!
Ceria smiled slightly, and the tense atmosphere immediately disappeared. He opened his lips slightly and said warmly:
"No need to be polite, get up quickly, Mr. Walter, we will have to rely on Mr.'s channels in the future."
After saying a few words, Walter's heart felt warm, and he suddenly had the urge to die for his confidant.
"I heard that Mr. Walter received an important clue?"
Ceria continued to ask.
Walter respectfully returned:
"Yes, the Billmark Empire has been active recently. It sent out three transportation and supply teams in the past two weeks. On the surface, they claimed that they planned to send troops to garrison the cracks in the underground city to prevent monsters from invading. However, several soldiers came to my place while drinking.
, accidentally mentioned that they established a mysterious base deep in the forest."
Ceria frowned in thought and said after a moment:
"Is there any specific information about that base?"
