It was nearly noon when Kester got out of bed, and he had found the place called the Sledgehammer Hotel last night, and had somehow slept there. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kid, are you awake?" A kind voice caused Kester to turn his head, and it was a kind old dwarf who spoke.

Character introduction: Hammer, dwarf, no combat power, innkeeper.

"Uh, my head is a little dizzy, who are you, how did I end up here..."Kester tapped his head, he only felt a string of Venus circling around him, it seemed that the fiery snake wine was indeed full of stamina.

"I'm the innkeeper, you can call me Hammer." The old dwarf smiled kindly, "Last night you came to the door of my inn with the smell of alcohol, and I was afraid that you would not be safe alone, so I arranged you to a bed here. ”

"That's it, thank you grandpa, I'm Ye Lingyun." Kester thanked him and asked, "How much was last night's stay?" ”

"What else do I charge you for a child like you? Forget it, forget it. The old dwarf waved his hand generously.

"I'm not a child," the other party was so kind to him, Kester naturally wouldn't accept such a senseless kindness, "I'm a mercenary!" ”

The old dwarf looked at Kester appreciatively: "It's good that you have this heart, little friend, the accommodation fee is 1 silver coin, but do you have any money?" "It's only 1 silver a day in the city of Lyle, which is a very affordable price.

"Sure enough, it's the same as Uncle Joy said, the boss here is very talkative." Kester's heart warmed, and he thought as he handed over two silver coins, "If you stay for another day today, can you help me get a room instead of lying on the bed by the hall." ”

"Okay, come with me, little friend." Hammer smiled softly and led Kester up the stairs.

Although the rooms in the Wang Da Hammer Hotel are a little shabby, they are very clean, looking at the guest rooms with a hint of rustic flavor in front of them, Kester seems to have found the feeling of sneaking out of the palace and sneaking into the homes of ordinary people in his childhood.

"If you need anything, you can come to me, and now I'll go and prepare lunch for you." The old dwarf spoke slowly, with a hint of vicissitudes in his tone, but Kester felt particularly cordial when he listened.

"It would be nice if I had such an elder by my side." Watching the old dwarf's back disappear from the entrance of the stairway, Kester couldn't help but think of his father and queen mother. Suddenly, a different kind of bitterness came to my heart.

Suddenly, Kester untied the flute on his waist, and under the jumping fingertips, a minor tune known to everyone in the sky city jumped out, and Kester's heart seemed to sing along with the tune:

Legend is above that day,

Where in the depths of the white clouds,

There's a beautiful sky city,

Float gently in the middle of the clouds.

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There are birds and flowers,

There catkins are fluttering,

It is the holy kingdom of heaven,

It is the home of the Wing Clan.

After the song, Kester had burst into tears unconsciously, his beautiful hometown no longer belonged to him, and even the Wing Clan was almost removed, when would he be able to sing this song carefree again? I'm afraid there is no more chance in this life.

But Kester was not the pampered prince of the Wing Clan after all, and he gritted his teeth and left the homesickness in his heart behind: "That's why I want to become stronger!" Because I was too weak, I couldn't protect my hometown; Because I am too weak, I am powerless to take revenge; Because I'm so weak, I can't even save my dearest sister! In order to become stronger, no matter what road I go from then on, I have to grit my teeth and go on! ”

It was a perfect encouragement, but it was drawn with a funny ending because of a "grunt". "Looks like it's time to eat, and if you're hungry, you're hungry, and everything is in vain..."Kester touched his stomach in embarrassment, even though there was no one else in the room.

"Grandpa Hammer should be about the same as preparing lunch, right?" Thinking so, Kester walked to the door of the room, driven by hunger.

"How's lunch going, Grandpa Hammer? Grandpa Hammer? Kester yelled many times into the hallway, but there was no response from downstairs, and his instinct felt his heart skip a beat.

"Nothing is going to happen, is it?" Kester walked down the stairs with a hint of concern, but the sight in front of him made him clench his fists.

"Old man, your shop is doing so well, but the protection fee is only given so little, are you tired of living?" Five or six thugs were punching and kicking around the hammer, and the poor old dwarf had nowhere to hide, so he desperately tried to protect his head with his hands.

"Old man, you talk so much!" The little thug at the head lifted the old dwarf by the collar and lifted him off the ground, and said with a fierce look on his face.

"No, no money, I really, my shop is very cheap." Hammer said with a bitter face.

"You just don't want to live? Hmph, hit me hard! The leader of the gangsters was obviously also a mid-level samurai, and he threw the hammer far away with a single thrust of his hand.

Seeing that the old dwarf was about to fall to the ground with his butt, Kester's silver whip arrived just in time, wrapped around the hammer's waist, and threw him onto a soft seat.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Kester asked with concern.

"Kid, run, these guys don't dare kill me, but they won't show mercy to your men if you interfere!" Hammer said anxiously.

However, of course, it was too late, and the thugs came up in a semicircle. The leading thug glanced at Kester contemptuously: "Little ghost, you came just in time, do you know who Lao Tzu is?" Dare to meddle in my affairs with him, and you don't want to live anymore? ”

"Ahh Kester glared back viciously.

"Look for death, call me!" Enraged, the leader of the thugs grabbed a stool and threw it at Kester, and the thugs swarmed up at the signal.

Kester had long expected that the other party would inevitably not be able to withstand his anger, and would definitely break out. The bench had not yet flown in front of him, and his silver whip had already rolled out. After the soft whip firmly wrapped around the bench, Kester slammed his fighting spirit.

"Ahem!" "Oops!" "It hurts, it hurts!" The gangsters are obviously not masters, and even Kester himself didn't expect that this blow would actually knock down three people at once.

"You bunch of wastewood! Get out of the way, look at me! Looking at the remaining two trembling subordinates and the three wounded men rolling on the ground on the other side, the gangster leader was disgraced. Although the opponent is at least a fifth-order, the gangster leader is confident that he can use the rogue's unique method to take down the opponent of the same level.

"You know what?" Kester spoke suddenly.

"What?" The leader of the gangsters was stunned for a moment.

"Actually, I hate the use of force."

"Hmph, that's because you're too pampered." The thug leader scoffed.

"Wrong, it's because you're too weak!"