Eli and Clappon had just arrived at the LikeHome Hotel when Moira greeted her and helped unload the car. Although she appeared to be a weak girl, her strength was amazing, and she could lift a weight up to about 1.5 times the weight of a sturdy adult man.

Therefore, Moira will not only do some work as a waiter such as delivering dishes, receiving guests, cleaning, etc., but also help with a lot of hard work. Naturally, Jerome Quake, the owner of the Elephant Hotel, will pay her a much higher salary every week.

A warlock who had lived temporarily in the village of Tavolib once said that Moira had such great strength because she was favored by Kord, the god of power. Although in the village of Tavolib, the common belief is in the sun god Pero.

Seeing Moira, Clapone said happily, "Hey, you know, Eli has become a very good archer, we encountered wolves, but Eli swooped a few arrows and dealt with them. ”

"What? you've encountered wolves!" Moira immediately tensed, checking to see if Eli and Clappen were hurt.

"It's all right, and although I was scared out of my mind, Eli's excellent archery skills managed to defuse our crisis. That's something you and I can be proud of. Clappen rubbed Eli's hair and said with an appreciative look.

"Eli is already a great man!" Moira looked at Eli with a smile and thanked the dwarves who were standing beside Eli and helping them unload.

When Jerome handed Clapin the money for ten barrels of brandy, Eli and he quickly went to the Bard's place and sat down in a chair. At this time, the bard was telling his audience how during his travels he had strayed into a mysterious ancient cave, discovered a book written in an ancient script that he had not yet been able to decipher, and how he had met a righteous paladin to help him fight the forces of evil.

"Isn't the outside world much more interesting than ours!" asked a kid of Eli's age, Conrad Quake, the third son of the innkeeper and a good friend of Eli.

"It's much more dangerous than you here. Not much new happening in life is not necessarily a bad thing, my child. The bard replied with a smile.

"But what could be more dangerous than a pack of wolves coming and taking our sheep away?" Conrad continued.

"How many people envy you for worrying about the little trouble of the wolves, in many places in Minashi, not only wolves eat people, but people also eat people! There will be wars between countries, and there will be fights between nobles and royal families, either in the open or in the dark.

What's even more terrifying is that Samar, a fallen angel who is said to have been sealed in the Far North by the forest goddess Alona and the brave god Heronis, has been able to seep out some of his power and affect the outside world. Some have been seduced into their minds and have become worshippers of Samael in pursuit of immortality and power, trying to save the fallen angels from the sealed barrier. The dwarf interjected.

"The fallen angel who was sealed by the true god in the Second Age? People whispered in horror.

"Age of Legends, Age of Madness, Age of Light, Age of Chaos, New Age......" Clappen folded his fingers, still looking at the dwarf in disbelief: "We are now in the Sixth Age, if Samael, who was sealed in the Second Age, did not die, then he was already hundreds of millions of years old, how is this possible?"

"Both the true God and the angels are eternal. The bard replied to Clapen's question, and he walked up to the dwarf and hugged him warmly, "Nickle Fergus, I haven't seen you in fifty years, my old friend!"

"Elves are an incredible species. You're 320 years old, but you're exactly the same as you were when you were 270!" the dwarf Nikl also eagerly echoed his elven friend, Berkeley Green, who was also a bard.

Elves generally reach adulthood at the age of 110, and they live up to 800-1000 years. It is difficult for the years to leave a mark on their faces.

"It's not here yet, our wizard friend Norris Arnold hasn't arrived yet. Berkeley laughed.

"As long as nothing happens to him, he'll come!" Nickel nodded, then shook his head again, "No, Hopkins Walker, where's our halfling friend? I haven't seen him yet!"

"You know, his patience wasn't enough to sustain him waiting here for even a quarter of an hour, and he went to wander around the bazaar on the east side of the village, and now he's almost back. The bard replied.

"You let him go to the bazaar!" Nickel exclaimed, stunned.

"Oh no!" Berkeley remembered that the reason for the general unpopularity of halflings was that they were so good at letting other people's items "fall into their own hands if they were not careful". Berkeley quickly touched his pocket, and then scolded: "Hopkin, bastard!"

When they first met and hugged Berkeley warmly, Hopkin had already quietly put Berkeley's money bag into his pocket. Of course, Berkeley also knew that after a while, his money bag would return to his pocket without realizing it.

Hopkin always likes to "borrow" something from someone else for a while, and then quietly "return" it before someone else really needs it. He said it was the self-cultivation of a halfling.

Halflings are generally about three feet tall, a little shorter than dwarves, only half the height of normal humans, and they are naturally small. They reach adulthood at the age of 20 and generally live between 160 and 200 years. And Hopkin's skill of "borrowing" and "returning" is outstanding even among halflings. Since he became an adult, he has almost never missed a shot.

At this moment, the wooden door of the inn was opened again. Walking into it was an old man as tall as 7 feet, holding a very old-looking wooden cane, looking around at the people drinking and eating in the hotel, trying to find the figure he was familiar with.

"Norris?" the elves and dwarves asked the old man with puzzled expressions.

The old man also looked at them, and quickly replied, "Time does not spare people, but it spares dwarves and elves. Nickel, Berkeley, my friend! Think about 50 years ago when I was 20 years old, when I was in the prime of my youth, and now I'm a 70-year-old man. ”

"Sit down here and have a few drinks together!" Berkeley said to Norris.

Norris is a human, and although he is 70 years old, as a wizard who has learned many mysterious arcane arts, in addition to his appearance is a little old, his body is very strong. He was also very healthy and would not cause a lot of physical discomfort because he drank too much alcohol, so he did not shirk it.

He sat across from the dwarf Nikkle and set his wooden staff aside.

But at this moment, a drunken drunk, staggering to Norris's side, snatched his wooden staff, pointed it at his nose, and said, "Evil wizard, your return is a bad omen, and it will bring bad luck to the villagers of Tavolib!"

Everyone originally thought that this was a drunken man who was drunk, and no one paid attention to him. But in an instant, a blue light shot out of the wooden staff, hitting the drunkard, and the drunk suddenly turned into pieces of disgusting, rotting flesh and blood, which were scattered on the ground with a click.

The change came too suddenly, some people were frightened by this terrible scene and incontinent on the spot, and some people vomited directly.

"It's the wooden staff, he's cursed when he's been hit by the evil wizard's staff!" a man shouted hysterically as he fled in panic.

Everyone looked at the old man, the dwarf, and the elf in horror, where had the villagers of Tavolib, who had always lived an ordinary and peaceful life, seen such a scene.

Moira also hurriedly pulled Clappen and Eli, "We need to get out of here right now!"

And this scene that had just happened also startled the old man, and he looked at his elf and dwarf friends in panic, and said in a hesitant voice, "I, I...... I didn't do anything!"