It's a long, twisty story, and Cliffor, a very good storyteller, almost plunges Reynard into a deep reverie and then becomes confused.

The other party has been to so many places, experienced so many wonderful stories, and finally returned to his hometown to become a little-known adventurer.

What about me? What will I be?

What am I traveling here here for with the system? Am I a scum Renard or an otaku Renard?

After a long time, the story ends.

Colliver sighed with a sense of loss, and his tone was mixed with a thick unwillingness: "I haven't been to other countries, I haven't been to other continents, I haven't seen all kinds of strange races, and I haven't seen the legendary elves, beasts, and sea tribes. ”

Renard was pulled back to reality and said wistfully: "What a world to look forward to." ”

"yes!" Cleaver clenched his fists and said, "If I could become a fighting warrior, I wouldn't have to nest in this little place where birds don't." ”

Renard tugged at the corners of his mouth, just now the other party was still touting the city of plenty, and in the blink of an eye, it became a place where birds don't.

People are really fickle.

Everyone is qualified to fantasize, Cliffor did have the opportunity to fight as a martial artist when he was young, but as he grew older, his strength did not advance but retreated, judging from his performance in hunting goblin bandits, I am afraid that he would soon become inferior to even a mid-level martial artist.

While the two were chatting, the caravan suddenly stopped, and the lead handlebar shouted a few words, presumably to the meaning of arriving at the destination.

With a six-meter-wide moat and a four-meter-high stone wall, there are many people coming and going, and there is a lot of traffic, this is the city of abundance.

Compared with the previous cities made of steel and concrete, the city of abundance is 108,000 miles away, but it has a different style.

The merchant paid the two of them, and when he saw that Reynard had been given ten silver coins and that he had only eight silver coins, Cliffor couldn't help but burst into a rage.

"I will never protect you again!" he raised his arms in hatred, made a threatening gesture, and then sent an invitation to Renard, "Do you want to go and have a drink, I have a treat, this is the tradition of welcoming new guests in the city of Plenty." ”

Renard had no reason to refuse, after all, he didn't know the place well, and it would be good to find a free guide.

So he replied very simply: "Okay!"

The two went back to Cliffor's house, an old two-story villa, which was old on the outside, but good on the inside, at least much better than the manor houses of the nobles in the countryside.

Renard looked surprised, and Cliffor explained with a smile: "My father's inheritance, he is a nobleman. ”

The nobleman Renard couldn't help but be even more surprised.

Cleaver shrugged his shoulders and explained again, "Nobleman for life, otherwise I wouldn't be mixed up like this." ”

Renard knew that there were two types of nobles in the Arthurian Kingdom, hereditary nobles and lifelong nobles, and nobles with fiefs like the Duncan family were hereditary nobles, and their descendants could inherit fiefs and titles.

As for the nobles like Cliffor's father and Sir Howard, they were all lifelong nobles, and the title could not be inherited after death, leaving at most a few mansions and a few acres of thin fields.

Cleaver greeted his wife as he entered, threw the few silver coins he had just arrived on the table, and hurried away with Reynard.

Leaving the villa, the two of them burrowed into the alley that led in all directions, and Renard clearly noticed that the other's bodies were relaxing.

Judging from his performance when he entered the house, Cliffor is probably a very serious patient with strict wifery.

Renard felt a little amused, and inadvertently asked, "Why don't you see your children, aren't they at home?"

Hearing this, Cleaver's originally flabby old face suddenly froze, and he said lightly for a while: "My son died more than twenty years ago." ”

Although the other party seemed to be relaxed, Renard clearly felt the pain in the other party's heart, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Cliffor didn't seem to take this matter to heart, and still took care of himself to lead the way.

In a short time, the two of them circled the city of plenty, and finally stopped in front of the tavern.

The tavern was very spacious, and it was very noisy, and it was a place where all the people who had finished their work gathered to drink and fight, or brag.

The tavern owner was greeting guests at the counter, and when he saw the two of them coming in, he greeted him warmly: "It's been a long time since I've seen Cliffor, what would you like to drink today?"

Clifford, apparently a regular here, threw a few copper plates into the money jar and held out two fingers at the same time: "Two glasses of the best rum, I'm entertaining a friend today." ”

With that, he led Renard to the bar with the tavernkeeper's astonished eyes, and introduced him to the best tavern in the city of plenty.

Renard looked around as he introduced it, and found that the tavern was very well arranged, and the service and the quality of the drinks were equally good, at least a hundred times better than the dilapidated tavern in Fort Saint-Brieu.

Then he locked his eyes on the tavern owner in front of him, although the other party was nearly sixty years old, his muscles were solid, and a few hideous and terrifying scars on his cheeks made him seem difficult to get along with.

Renard pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "The boss was not a simple character when he was young. ”

The tavern owner had a kind smile on his face, waved his hand and said, "What kind of character is not a character, it was a few decades ago." ”

The other party didn't want to say much, but Cliver came to the momentum, patted Renard on the shoulder and said, "Henry used to be a big man in the city of plenty. ”

"Does the Black Cavalry know?" he lowered his voice and said mysteriously to Renard's ear, "It is the personal guard of the Lord of the City of Plenty, all of them were under Henry's command before, and the worst people who can become the commander of the Black Cavalry are beginner-level Douqi martial artists. ”

Reynard pondered for a moment before remembering that it was the private army of the Lord of the City of Plenty, and it was a common phenomenon in this era for lords to raise armor.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. The tavernkeeper looked embarrassed and explained, "I was kicked down by Cliver after three months." ”

"Poof!" Renard squirted the wine out of his mouth and asked in surprise, "Cleaver?"

Seeing that he reacted so strongly, the tavern owner couldn't help but look strange: "Cleaver used to be the strongest martial artist in the City of Plenty except for the lord, didn't he mention it to you, isn't it his character?" ”

Of course, Renard touched the tip of his nose, but he thought the other party was bragging.

After learning that Cleaver was a Douqi Martial Artist, he was much more respectful, and at the same time, he was extremely surprised, not understanding why a powerful Douqi Martial Artist would fall into such a field.

However, Cliffor didn't seem to want to say anything, and kept arguing with the wine glass in front of him.

He showed his drunkenness after a while, and his speech slowly became chaotic, from Tiannan to Haibei, from Haibei to Tiannan, and the most talked about was: Demon Calamity.