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Unlike the alfalfa, which is incompatible with the tavern environment, the two seem to have a good relationship.

At least there were a few young men who looked like junior officers standing there talking to Farr.

However, judging from the absent-minded way they spoke, and the behavior of the white elf who was sitting quietly from time to time, it seemed that these people were probably more interested in the iceberg than in the person they were talking to, Farr.

Sorting out a perfect smile, Yeyue unceremoniously walked over to Alfalfa and sat down under the surprised gazes of the audience.

It seems that someone else has tried to do the same, but it doesn't seem to end well.

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"This is the person I'm waiting for."

Alfalfa said to the few people in front of him.

Then, she stood up directly, looked at Yeyue and said, "Wende, let's go." ”

It's too faceless to give others, just leave.

"Can you wait any longer? I'm a little curious about people who can make friends with alfalfa. ”

Yeyue sat still and didn't move.

Alfalfa glanced at her lightly, didn't say anything, just sat down as she said.

This amazed Matt and Farr.

To alfalfa, even their words would not be so useful, how did this beautiful young man with black hair do it?

After the two sides introduced themselves, they began an innocuous greeting.

Yeyue looked at the two of them.

They seem to be in better shape than they were at Castle Black.

This probably has something to do with the fact that they're no longer under the watchful eye of some undead leader.

Matt, the former black knight, looked like a well-proportioned blonde man at this time, very handsome, and it seemed that seeing him could make people think of sunshine.

Winter sun.

It may be just as splendid, but it's not as warm.

The original black warrior Farr is much better, with red hair, a firmer facial contour, and a temperament like fire, but it gives people a gentle feeling.

He was much taller and taller than the people around him, and although it was impossible to accurately judge his height when sitting, it seemed that he was at least two meters three when he stood up from his sitting height half a head taller than Matt next to him.

The conversation had been going on for quite some time, and the focus had shifted from the Empire's upstart who surprised them to Matt: "Do you really want to stay in the Paladin?" ”

Naturally, it was Farr who asked the question, and this sentence seemed to resonate with the young men standing next to Farr who seemed to be Farr's colleagues, and they also interjected to persuade the former black knight to quit.

"I've said it many times that no matter where you are, you can do things for the Empire."

Matt's tone was soothing.

It turned out that the head of the royal knight a hundred years ago had joined the church and became a paladin.

Farr, on the other hand, joined the city defense force and is now a squad leader.

Although Nightmoon's visit to the imperial capital was short, the closer she got to the center of this vast empire, the more rumors about the ruling class she heard.

None of them could be found in the wilderness near the Dead Wastes.

For example, now the aristocracy in various places is powerful, and they disobey many central government decrees.

For example, it is no secret that the church and the royal family are at odds, and the power of the church is still overwhelming the royal family.

The two undead were originally royalists loyal to the royal family, but this time Mr. Matt's loyalty to the emperor went wrong, and he actually joined the ranks of the church, no wonder Farr was not so happy.

The party went on late, but oddly enough the tavern business had been good.

The reason, of course, is because of the presence of alfalfa.

As the beautiful white elf walked out of the tavern with Nightmoon, many of the men who looked like they would stay here all night agreed to check out and stand up, much to the waitress's surprise.

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Night Moon, who was walking on the road, was cutting a piece of wood.

She's going to make a mask.

"If you carve it well, give it to alfalfa."

Crushed the imperfect wood in her hand, threw it away, and broke a large branch again, she thought.