Walking on the streets of Blackwater City, the civilians who came to meet met met Mei Lin avoided it in awe, and there was a lot of fear and envy in their eyes when they looked at Mei Lin.

Merlin was very pleased with the result.

Although the status of a warrior is not as good as that of a wizard or even a nobleman, a warrior with professional ability is no less than an ordinary nobleman in the eyes of the commoners...... Even more.

Blackwater City is not a city with a dock, but it is far less than Bolivia...... It's not even as good as Manshu City, its permanent population is only about 8,000 people, the living conditions in the city are unusually bad, the ground is bare, not even the stones are paved, when it is dry, walking can bring up a burst of yellow dust, and most of those pedestrians are yellow and thin-skinned, and their clothes are extremely rough, and Merlin is also convinced to manage the city like this.

The most unbearable thing is that the air is filled with the smell of livestock dung, and some small domestic animals are rampaging through the streets, and I am afraid that the average village is nothing more than that. Originally, Merlin planned to stay here for two days to familiarize herself with the customs of the Misty Continent, but even now, she didn't want to stay here for a day.

"The sword and the flask, how uncreative it is to be able to come up with such a name as a signboard, but it is quite suitable for the maid. Mei Lin looked at the crooked signboard, and she was also a little speechless.

The location of this tavern in the East City is relatively safe, and Merlin has seen a lot of drunkenness and fights on the way here, and some people even use short knives and daggers, but the area is very calm, and you can even see soldiers patrolling.

When Merlin pushed the door open, and the smell of inferior alcohol came to her face, Merlin felt that she was too naïve...... I still have expectations for this city.

The tavern was smoky, many of the drinkers were mercenaries, but there were relatively few locals, and some of them were drunk, half-dressed, and held the girls who accompanied the wine and teased them wantonly.

The appearance of a new face obviously attracted some people's attention, and although Merlin used the 'true lie' to create a relatively mediocre face for herself, the girl's slender body shape and exposed healthy complexion still made their male hormones start to get excited.

As Merlin walked past a drinking table, a half-drunk mercenary shouted, "Man, give my chick a hot drink." ”

With that, the big furry hand reached into Merlin's buttocks.

Mei Lin turned around suddenly, and slammed the mercenary's head into the table with a quick and unconcealed movement...... and there was a 'click' sound, and the mercenary's face was in close contact with the plate and the food inside, but the first contact with the plate was higher than the cheekbones, so it was not only the plate that was broken, but also the mercenary's nose, so the exclamation and screams rang out in unison, and the tomato juice and nosebleeds were the same.

"I'm a girl, but not yours, and I don't like it hot, if you dare to stretch out your groping pig hand, I'll chop it and feed it to the dog. ”

Merlin said coolly, then let go of her hand.

"Xiaojing......" The mercenary raised his head suddenly, and while scolding, he was about to stand up.

Bang!

Before his head could be fully raised, he made another 'negative number' contact with the table...... This time it was the edge of the table, and it was the big tooth that suffered.

"Remember, if you talk badly, count what other parts of your body are bumpy. ”

This time Merlin didn't let go, but changed her movements, and pulled up the mercenary's chicken nest head, and her eyes were still sweeping at the buddy's lower three roads, and all of a sudden, all the male compatriots in the tavern felt that it was cold between their legs, and although the mercenary was full of blood, he didn't dare to make a sound for a while, like a piece of bacon, being carried by Merlin.

"Hey, Miss, are you going too far? Hester just drank two more glasses, and was a little out of his mouth. ”

All this happened too fast, and it was only at this time that several mercenaries sitting on the side should come over, and their five big and three rough friends were beaten up by a young mercenary.

"Are you his friends?" Merlin looked at the mercenaries.

"Yes, Hester is our friend......" said one of the mercenaries.

"As friends, you're not competent. But if you are taught, who will stand up for you?" Merlin said, a powerful aura emanating from her.

"Knights, knights, please forgive me!" Several mercenaries immediately turned pale with shock, almost unable to stand, and bowed again and again.

No way, most mercenaries don't actually have professional abilities, that is, they are better than farmers who are temporarily armed, except for wizards, only those who have cultivated their fighting spirit can be regarded as professionals. A knight like Merlin can easily kill them without any responsibility...... At this time, the unlucky guy who was carried by Mei Lin in his hand was all weak, he didn't expect that he was cheap for a while, and he actually caused a murderous disaster, and now he wished he would be beaten more badly, so that at least he had a chance to save his life.

"Humph!"

Merlin snorted, let go of her hand, and walked to an empty seat. Behind him, Hester's companions hurriedly helped Hester, who was slumping, put the wine money on the table, and hurriedly left the tavern.

"What do you need?" the tavern guy was a young man with yellow hair, and the most sober man in the entire bar.

"I heard I can buy a ticket to Taji City here?" asked Merlin.

"Yes, of course we sell tickets here, but ......" man, so he was embarrassed.

"Don't talk nonsense! Money is not an issue, I need time. ”

Merlin raised her hand and tossed a silver coin, "By the way, bring me the best wine you've ever had!"

"We're happy to serve you!" the guy quickly brought a glass of pale yellow wine to the table: "Honey wine!

While sipping wine, I listened to the guy start to introduce.

In fact, many wizards don't like alcohol that numbs the nerves, preferring drinks that refresh them.

Merlin also rarely drinks, but today is a little curious, plus the guy's recommendation, only after drinking, I shouted, this kind of greasy to death, extremely bad taste of wine, can't even catch up with beer, I really don't understand how it can become the signature drink here.

Money can make ghosts grind, and in the face of a powerful money offensive, the guy was almost defenseless to disarm, and before he finished drinking a glass of wine, a ticket appeared in front of Merlin's eyes, or that afternoon.