The noise outside the tavern spoiled the interest of many people in drinking, and also caused the well-wishers to stir up, and the discussion was so loud that it even exceeded the fist of the fist, but it never affected a woman's drinking.

In the bar, there is a long table next to the window, with a chair with its back against the wall of the windowsill. On the chair sat a peerless beauty with stunning beauty, who looked young on the outside, but was by no means innocent. There is no wind and frost on her hair, and her white jade arms and face are even more white and flawless, and they can be broken by blowing. Her eyes were as bright as the stars, as clear as a cloudless night

Flint Scheer sat weakly across from the woman, his old bones had worked hard enough for him to give him a rest.

The old man greedily sucked the ale, and the glass quickly bottomed out, and the malt beer in this town was unique, arousing the cravings in the belly of Flint's wine.

"I shouldn't have come out on an adventure with an old man. ”

Looking at the old man's drunken appearance, the woman grunted. Although her voice was loud, there was no one around, and everyone was outside the tavern.

"Jeffrey, disliking an old man is not a good aristocratic character. The old man complained.

The beautiful woman, Geoffrey, with her eyes flashing wide, felt that the noise outside was louder, and she pressed the curiosity in her heart and asked:

"Grandpa, shall I go out and have a look?"

The old man burped slightly, and comforted: "Nothing to look at, just some boring intrigues." ”

The woman's eyes fluttered.

"But we're here for an adventure, and we have to see something exciting, don't we?"

The old man's years of adventuring alone have developed a habit of talking to himself. He put his hands on his knees and said excitedly, "If I ever want to travel with a woman again, I am willing to be cursed by God!"

The woman stroked the green silk hanging from her forehead and corrected: "It's an adventure, not a tour." ”

For an elderly man who has been trekking all day in the cool autumn sun, it is especially comfortable to find a tavern with a good atmosphere to sit in.

Flint lay quietly, letting the warmth of the ale's alcohol and thoughts melt into her body and mind.

Then he was pulled out of his brief coziness by her granddaughter, Jeffrey Scher.

The two of them came outside the tavern.

The Stevensons' Night Watchman was arriving on horseback.

More than a dozen horses suddenly kicked up a cloud of dust from the dirt on the street floor.

"The stove in my own house has long since gone out. Flint said softly. He shook his head vigorously, a little disgusted by his sentimentality, and sat down on a free bench outside the door, continuing to take revenge on himself with the ale in the wooden wine glass.

Jeffrey looked at the increasingly chaotic scene, holding the old man's hand and couldn't help but put it down, his eyes were full of excitement.

At this time, a person on horseback patrol shouted loudly: "My little master said, don't interfere with the security of the town, disperse at speed!"

"How did I not know that there were lords in this land?"

A voice from the crowd answered him, it was Carlos's, and seeing the night watchman for support arrive, he stepped out of the crowd, followed closely by Mavre Grant. He looked at the arrogant blonde scarface man and said, "If you want to know, the dungeon would be a good choice!"

Sitting on the bench, the old man Flint couldn't see the situation in the crowd clearly, and suddenly his drinking movements stopped for a moment, and calmly pressed the wine glass in his hand to the side and looked directly at the hands of Geoffrey in the field.

Walk your hand to the handle of the axe behind your back, stand up and look into the center of the crowd.

It was a familiar voice, the only familiar one he had heard in years. But he couldn't remember who.

Flint squinted at the sun-drenched streets in the haze.

He saw a thin teenager emerge from the crowd onto the street, and Flint tiptoed over to see better, as his granddaughter Geoffrey did.

The man's steps exuded a rather careless elegance, but his physique was very thin, and his delicate face was dark and inky eyes flashed with confidence.

Under the cover of the green cloak, Flint looked at the figure of Carlos who was gradually approaching, and was a little stunned, and suddenly exclaimed, "God, he looks exactly like his grandfather." ”

Tall and burly, the blonde scar-faced Jinke looked at Carlos who suddenly appeared in front of him, and looked disdainful of his dangerous words, and was about to sneer at him.

Laurent suddenly tapped his arm behind him, and Jinke shut his mouth in amusement.

Carlos played the blonde man, and when he was silent, he turned to look at Xiang Char and Malt.

"Do you want to take the malt out into the wilderness too?"

Char looked up stubbornly with a gloomy face, looked up at Carlos and said, "It's better than being forced here by her mother to come to the tavern and be bullied." ”

Carlos nodded, and then looked at the malt who was silent with his head down.

"What about you, Rena, are you thinking about becoming a hunter?"

Malt's lips were slightly white, and he suddenly shook his head for a while.

Carlos smiled with relief and said to Char, "Char, you are also forcing the malt of your own will, aren't you?"

Char frowned and said, "But I'm doing it for her good." ”

Carlos shook her head, who could be sure that Rena's mother didn't want to make Malt live better?

It's just that everyone has a different opinion of good, and for a person like Char, who has been an orphan since he was a child but is still arrogant, it would be an insult to endure the white eyes of others, so he never wanted to step into her aunt's house.

And looked at Rena's mother with a demeaning mentality, so he couldn't accept that Malt was also like her mother.

In fact, Carlos doesn't want to see his good friend become a bar girl, but he doesn't have any extreme views on bar girls, he just thinks that Malt can live better.

To put it simply, if Malt had become Carlos' friend after becoming a bar girl, Carlos would not have any prejudices against Malt, but Char would have stayed away from her.

"If you don't want to be a hunter, then you come with me, find a job in the manor, and leave when you know what you want. Carlos grinned in relief.

Malt's heart trembled, and she raised her head in surprise, the beautiful girl bit her lip with her teeth, there seemed to be tears in her eyes, and her originally tightly tensed body seemed to relax in an instant, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm. ”

Seeing that Malt had made a decision, Char said no more, and almost didn't dare to look at Carlos with a calm face.

"Smack!"

A man clapped behind him, and said in an irrefutable tone: "The friendship of young people is really touching, and I, Laurent, would like to fulfill you, but today is unfortunate that I have already paid for that girl's escort, and no one can take away what I have." ”

Malt's cheeks flushed with shame.

Carlos gave her a relieved look.

He turned around and spread his palms, squinted his eyes, and said, "So you're going to disobey the rules here?"

"The town in this barren land is not the territory of any lord, so whose rules do you need to follow?" the man looked around gracefully with his eagle-like blue eyes, "If there are rules, I just need to run over from above, so what!?"

As he spoke, there was a burst of dust at the entrance of the town, and a loud rumbling sound filled the land.

The Astrolabe Guild hunted the beast tide of the Rodney Mountains this time, and the hunter brigade composed of more than 100 people stepped into the land of Yanjing Town.