She dragged her tired body into the tavern, her teeth clenched at her lower lip, and sat down at the bar without saying a word. Vertices M. updates the fastest

The tavern keeper glanced at her and then curled the corners of his mouth, turned to take a bottle from the shelf, and showed her the black thorn pattern on it, but she didn't react, and the owner took out the glass and poured her a full glass.

These miners spend their days in the dark of the mines, dressed in rags and with wooden expressions, but they have money, they are paid in proportion to the hard work and risk, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the richest people on the island, and the long-term high-intensity and tedious work also makes them happy to spend large sums of money on precious vacations for enjoyment.

Praise to Her Royal Highness the Princess, a glass of the famous wine Black Thorn Mead from Xueman is far more profitable than a large barrel of ale, the tense expression on the tavernkeeper's face became comfortable, and he felt sore after standing for a long time, he found an inconspicuous place to sit next to the wine cabinet, and today's turnover made him feel satisfied.

This is the so-called black thorn for nobles and wealthy merchants to drink? Qianqian looked down at the rich and rich liquor in the cup in front of her, and swallowed a big gulp silently, there was nothing special...... No, it was a rare good wine, and she should have been happy, but the cold honey slightly stirred up the pain that she had hidden beneath the numbness.

A few months ago, she managed to blend in with the last group of immigrants and passed the inspection with forged documents (all the documents were signed by her anyway, and it was easy to forge a false identity for herself).

After that, she and the rest of the migrants passed through the portal and were taken into the Scarlet Abbey, where she spent three days in fear, but the last of her handpicked people had applied through others and had never seen her, and the Crusaders didn't seem to have much interest in the Nords, and after a few low-ranking officers took turns questioning them, they were sent to another portal.

When a new world appeared in front of her, she realized how stupid her plan was, a whole army of heavily armed troops was stationed on this island, blocking the entrance to the portal, she was once again favored by luck, no one recognized her who had worked her face for a long time, but now that she thought about it, it was just a foreshadowing for his misfortune.

"Hey, I'll tell you a secret. A drunken fellow looked left and right, as if to prevent someone from eavesdropping, but his voice was so loud that it could be heard very clearly in the noisy tavern, and when the evil-eyed drinkers collectively lowered their voices, the unconscious drunken sweat and showed off his also drunk companion and shouted loudly, "The world is about to be destroyed!"

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His companions were dismissive, and everyone heard the same thing at least several times a day.

"It's real this time!" the drunken guy seemed to realize that he was being looked down upon, and jumped up from his chair and shouted, "The Lich King has sent his best men to attack from the terrible Death Fortress floating in the sky!

The deepest fears were aroused, and there was silence for a while, but soon someone burst into laughter.

Isn't that the Eastern Plague Land already falling? besides...... Even if the army of the undead does return, it's none of their business, after all, this is an island far from the mainland...... Probably, right?

People are anxious to check out and leave, and the culprit who disturbed the tavern business is also thrown out, Qianqian drank the honey wine in the cup, where did she just remember?

By the way, she arrived on the island with the other nineteen immigrants and was forced to participate in a brutal game of cannibalism...... Ah, no, one of the first Nord merchants to come here received them and introduced them to the island and the way out for them to choose from.

A few chose more specialized jobs such as construction or winemaking, while the rest chose to continue their old career as farmers, and when it was Qianqian's turn to keep her head down, she just wanted to escape as quickly as possible, and chose the mine that was most likely to be away from the presence of familiar people.

Qianqian pointed to the opened bottle of Black Thorn Honey on the wine shelf, threw a handful of gold coins at the bar, took the bottle, and left the tavern.

The danger of mine collapse did not deter her, life in the wilderness was more risky than mining, not to mention the fact that the mine in the mountains in the north of the island was surprisingly strong, and the heavy physical work did not break her, she was not used to fighting with heavy armor, and she even had the energy to eavesdrop on the conversations of the overseers and guards in her spare time, and to learn as much as she could.

She knew the general location of the army, the topography of the island, the great plan of a certain pink hair on this island, the fact that there were nearly a thousand people here, and even learned some navigational knowledge, and finally, after months without a day off, she connected all her vacations together for a whole month!

And then, and then she was crushed.

The first time she came to the beach, she saw a fog that completely obscured the sea, at first, she thought it was an abnormal weather, until she kept walking along the coastline for several days, and gradually she began to despair, until she finally confirmed in the town that it was an isolated island that could not be accessed by the ocean.

The only exit to this veritable prison is a portal to the Scarlet Abbey, which is manned by a full 3,000 insane bloodthirsty crusaders.

She walked down the street with a bottle in her hand, taking a sip from time to time, and in the evening, the street lamps and the buildings on both sides were gradually lit up, and at the end of the line of sight was a vast grassland, but around her were some exquisite and retro dwarf and human craftsmanship, plus some quaint craftsmanship that she couldn't say borrowed from nowhere, oh, she had heard it mentioned, it was said to be modeled after the characteristics of the Arathi Empire, that is, the style of Steinbrad...... Children playing on street corners are attracted by the smell of the bakery, and the wide, stone-paved road is always lined with flower beds, and there are few pedestrians on the road, let alone a single soldier.

Exclamations and cheers erupted from time to time in another, even taller-looking tavern, supposedly a mysterious tavern run by a dwarf that only card game players were eligible to enter.

Qianqian, what an idiot.

She sighed, smiled and shook her head, wasn't this scene in front of her what she had always fantasized about, a paradise of freedom, ease, tranquility, abundance, not burdened by hunger, danger, death, and war.

How lucky she could have been to meet this place...... Tomorrow I will quit my job and use the rest of the money to open a flower shop. (To be continued.) )