Under the old man's repeated advice, Sean promised that he would never come to him to sing loudly, so that the old man could be decisive and comfortable. For this reason, the old man gave a large bag of messenger-specific feed, and said that he could renew it after eating, as long as Sean kept his mouth shut. Getting such a discount, Sean couldn't be happy, the unknown messenger egg might as well be called a Warcraft egg. Just like Schrödinger's cat, anything can happen, if it's just an ordinary messenger, even if it doesn't have much intelligence, it can be considered earned, and if it hatches the legendary creature, Sean's days on the battlefield should come to an end.

Sean felt a little sorry for the old man who had stayed here all his life, he had never heard any stories about the old man, the only thing he knew was that the old man was the only employee of the messenger shop, and it was unknown how many years he had worked here. No one had ever seen him go to the battlefield, and every day he stayed at the counter waiting for the next newcomer to pick up the messenger, and day after day, he had never seen anyone who appeared in place of the old man, and perhaps the old man was the most familiar with the battlefield.

Someone once asked about the messenger they had picked up, about the origin of the messenger shop. The answer was that the Messenger was born and raised there, learned what he was capable of, and dedicated his life to his new master. The elderly, on the other hand, are more like their parents to the messengers, taking care of them as they grow up, teaching them a lot of knowledge, the most important of which is to remind their masters that the messengers are not to be eaten, which has become the accepted rule of all messengers. It is said that the strongest messenger chickens are uniting all the messenger chickens to form a protection association to protect the messenger chickens in order to ensure the safety of the messenger chickens, because they are more like magical beasts with intelligence and close to people, and the messenger chickens treat chickens without wisdom the same way that humans treat chickens.

Half a century ago, it was rumored on the battlefield that messenger chicken was different from ordinary chicken, and that it tasted better than most meats on the market. At that time, the relationship between humans and the messenger was at its lowest level in history, and with the continuous spread of rumors, the messengers worried about whether their lives would be taken by their daily masters, and humans were worried about the loyalty of the messengers and whether they would betray their masters for their lives. At last, a bold fool became the beginning of the event, and he could not resist his cravings, and made his messenger into a barbecue, in his words: "This meat is damn delicious!" And this sentence caused chaos on the entire battlefield, and almost all the messengers that could be seen could hardly survive the next day. After eating their own messengers, the people on the battlefield began to target other people's messengers, fighting, looting, and abducting became a daily routine, and even people gathered to storm the messenger store, almost eating the most popular panda messenger to extinction.

As the situation expanded, the people on the battlefield felt the trouble of lack of supplies more and more in their daily adventures. Some of the people began to oppose those who poisoned the couriers, and formed the Courier Protection Society, and in order to ensure the authority of the association, those who joined the association made a rule that they would not eat meat. There was a fierce conflict between the guild and the foodies, but fortunately, the messengers had a safe haven, and most of the existing couriers had to thank the guild for their protection. The supply of food was limited due to the obstruction of the association, and some people began to boldly raise messengers, raising a large number of messengers for food through theft, artificial breeding, etc. As the trade in messenger meat grows stronger, a messenger egg changes the fate of the messenger and teaches humanity a lesson that will never be forgotten.

When the egg was hatched, the people who raised it were excited, because it was a creature that had never been seen before. The creature had fangs, a thin carapace, sharp claws, a long tail trailing behind it, and stood on two feet supported by the tail, holding a round stone in its two front paws. The skinny and small appearance did not arouse people's interest, and in order to taste a different taste, the big guy decided to raise it so that he could get more meat. Get plenty of food, and the mysterious creatures grow every day visibly with the naked eye. People are glad that they have decided that this mystical creature is definitely excellent for meat, unlike messenger chickens, which require a six-month growth cycle. No one could have predicted how fast the mysterious creature would grow, and in less than ten days, the mysterious creature seemed to have broken through its own limitations, digesting all the nutrients stored in the body, from the height of a person to the height of a three-story building. The surrounding people were killed in an instant, and adventurers farther away began to lay siege to the mysterious creatures.

After paying nearly half of the casualties, the people finally killed the mysterious creature, and when they were able to breathe a sigh of relief and regret what they had done, the strange stone in the claws of the mysterious creature disappeared, and it reappeared in front of the people. Despair descended, sacrifices widened, but the mysterious creature left the camp instead of pestering it, and no one has ever touched it since. Some say it's dead of old age, others say it was killed by some unknown powerhouse, and others say it's back to hell. But who knows what it's like now, maybe it will come back.

Since then, no one has been hungry for the Messenger anymore, and people have seen this calamity as a God-given punishment. By now, the Courier has become a partner and no longer has to worry about the dangers around him, and the original Conservation Society has disappeared for decades, for reasons unknown. The Courier Protection Society, which is now being brought up again, is more like the Courier Chickens who are jealous of those who are more cute and cute, and in order to improve their status, they are not just satisfied with being the lowest-priced Courier. Anyway, Sean is not optimistic about this matter, because Sean has never heard of GIGI so cute, why eat GIGI such a thing, Sean only has the impression that this GIGI is such a terrible, majestic and terrible beast.

Sean returned to the tavern and didn't say much, after all, he only got an unknown egg, and if it was too loud now, and when the time came, a creature with wisdom squeaked would hatch, wouldn't it be too heavy to slap him in the face. As a veteran driver who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, Sean will not let this kind of thing happen, and when the eggs hatch, the freshly baked beast can prove how far-sighted he is, envying the others in the Death Tavern.

Back at the tavern, Sean was immediately pulled by Adam to wash the dishes, and the large number of dishes piled up at noon proved that Peter's good old days were still doing good business in the tavern. After finishing today's work, Sean can join the story conference every night, and the daily adjustment is indispensable. Derrank, the foot merchant, couldn't come to the tavern tonight, Sean was a little disappointed, although most of Derrank's stories are the Dragon Aotian version, changing one name after another, and experiencing the same adventure, but the meat jokes in it are all different, living and colorful, more exciting than looking at pictures. Sighing, Sean still went to get the glass of ale that belonged to him, and went to find the adventurer with a story.

The tavern was bustling tonight, with troubadours and dancers with sweet voices coming to the tavern from nowhere. The dancer takes over from the troubadour, who has just finished a wonderful story, humming a sad mood that may be from her hometown.

The owner of the bar, who was sitting at the bar, became reticent and lost in contemplation, a little apprehensive, and every time the tavern door was pushed open, he was terrified. After Sean spoke three times in a row, the boss realized that he was going to hand Sean the daily ale. Sean felt that something must have happened in his life that everyone didn't know, this matter made him very sad, could it be that Ivan fell in love with the little fat man next door, Ivan awakened the unknown attribute, Sean felt that he had noticed the truth, sighed and patted the boss on the shoulder, and handed him a look that I understand to comfort the boss. Then with the ale, Sean joined the team of admiring the dancers, and I have to say, this girl is really damn good-looking.

After a sad tune, the dancer tells an untold story:

A wicked wife will kill her husband,

First poured wine and then medicine, he was already unconscious.

Sleepy he was thrown into an oak boat,

She picked up the maple paddle,

Paddle the boat to the middle of the lake.

The lake is deep into the abyss and full of whirlpools.

She pressed the boats,

The boat turned upside down,

The husband sank to the bottom of the water like a stone.

The wife swam back to shore,

Lying on the ground and weeping bitterly,

Grief-stricken by pretending to lose him.

People listened, sighed,

Tears for her young widowhood!

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The men around him cursed the serpent-hearted woman in the lyrics, and the young adventurer kept his heart and imagined the thrill of knocking on the widow's door in the middle of the night. Sean heard this and felt that it was a routine story, and at the end of the lyrics, there would be a righteous person who would come out and correct the woman, and then God would punish the woman. At least when Sean was still living in that aristocratic family, the intrigue that women saw every day was much more exciting than this, Sean once put a large bag of spiders into the room of the nominal father's favorite concubine, and then another concubine was retaliated by her madness, which was really wonderful. In this era full of mysterious power, divine power is eroding the world all the time, whether it is on the mainland or on the battlefield, there are no longer a few people who believe in all kinds of gods, it is better to say that it is the mainstream of the world.

Boring content, Sean thought that it would be difficult to give away this glass of ale, and returned to the bar with the ale, trying to persuade the boss to agree to drink this glass of ale, after all, how can a man have a chance to chase after his favorite object if he doesn't drink. Tonight, you can use the strength of wine to touch Brauney's room and help her cover the quilt to avoid catching a cold, worthy of Sean, the most innocent good man on the battlefield.

The boss who listened to the song became more and more depressed, Sean became more and more curious, in order not to anger the boss, there was a precedent for Bane, Sean asked carefully: "What's wrong with the boss?" Is Ivan causing trouble again, didn't I say you, the child should be beaten. ”

"Hi... Not Ivan, leave me alone. The boss left Sean with a depressed mood and only left the back of his head, saying that he didn't want to say more.

The story ends with a singing in which the woman's stepson kills the woman by throwing a knife in prayer to the gods to comfort the soul of his dead father, and he becomes the archbishop of the local temple. Look, just like Sean thought, the church always deliberately makes up all kinds of stories to attract believers, but I don't know what kind of church this is tonight, this dancer is really good. Ending the story of the church, the dancers began to sing the love story that all men love:

Love alone is not enough,

I'm looking for another one.

Walk and walk along the road,

Finally find your pursuit!

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There was the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground behind him, and when he turned around, Sean saw a boss with trembling hands.

"What's going on, boss, this isn't like the Grim Reaper of the battlefield, tell me that I, Sean, am also a member of the tavern."

"This..."

"Don't hesitate, boss, what about your manly temperament?"

"Okay!"

"Ivan's mother will be back tonight." The boss still had a man's side and finally gave the answer, although his voice was a little shaky.

Sean was a little puzzled, why are Ivan and you so afraid of the boss lady, isn't the boss lady a human but a half-orc?

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"Scared? I'm not afraid, I'm happy. ”

Can you put down the stool in your hand when you say this, really, one by one, the mind is confused.

Ignoring the neurotic boss, Sean secretly took an extra glass of ale and drilled into the group of drinkers, looking for a deep and hesitant man, and previous experience told Sean that his gossip would definitely be very exciting for such a man.

The drinkers who drank high, with the seductive singing of the dancers, the drinkers couldn't hold back one by one and began to howl wolves. The group was no longer a new one, and Sean moved to the door of the tavern in disappointment, intending to give the next person to enter the tavern a glass of ale, even if it was for a small talk.

The tavern door was pushed open, and the person who came was not the adventurer that Sean imagined, but rather uncertain whether she was an adventurer or not. The long flaxen-colored hair was draped casually over the shoulders, and the long bangs covered half of the face, and the hair that floated up from walking revealed the scar that was covered. The silver armor did not become a heavy burden for her, but showed the proud curves of the woman, the peaks of the mountains were erect, and the strong thighs showed the strength of the woman. A curly leather whip pinned to her waist makes people ignore the knight's sword she carries, which makes people think about it.

"Welcome to Peter's Good Time Tavern, beautiful lady, may I treat you to a glass of ale?" Gentleman Sean's greeting to the incoming lady.

"Oh~ You're a new employee? I haven't seen you before, but now you will give ale? Answer me, boy. "Capable and sophisticated, a woman's voice

"This... Of course not, it's a perk for me, and the owner will offer me a glass of ale every day in exchange for a guest's story. ”

Sean felt like he was in the army, and a woman's orders had to be followed and not disobeyed.

"Would the lady take the ale in exchange for a little story." Shaw does not have evil thoughts and is not swayed by his figure.

"Funny little ghost, accepted."

With that, the woman sat down in the seat by the door, and Sean followed, waiting for a new story.

"I'll tell you a story about a strange monster that took me a lot of effort to annihilate."

"Okay, please."

"It happened on the Plains of Lakma, and a lord entrusted me to exterminate it..."

"Mom, why are you back!"

"Exterminate what? The monster is called Mom, such a strange name. "Strange name, how can you name a monster named after your mother, and the person named was not killed?

"Get out of the way to Sean."

"It's Ivan, I haven't seen you for a long time today, could it be that the mother you are talking about is..."

Sean suddenly realized, it turned out that such a heroic woman was Ivan's mother, no wonder he would ask himself if he was a newcomer, the legendary boss lady appeared, and the hateful boss had such luck to marry such a beautiful woman, although the scar on his face was very concerning.

"Ivan, have you forgotten how I educated you?"

"I'm sorry, Sean, I have a bad attitude, please forgive me."

What's the matter, Ivan has learned to apologize, is this still the bear child? Sean, who was terrified, looked overwhelmed and signaled with his eyes that he had forgiven him. Ivan rubbed his hands together with nowhere to rest, full of tension.

Very satisfied with Ivan's performance, the proprietress was a little uncomfortable with Ivan's performance because she hadn't seen the child for a long time, and asked Sean, "Sean, what's happened recently?" I feel that something is wrong with Ivan, is this something I am afraid of? ”

Bear child, scared, Ivan. The three words kept colliding in Sean's mind, the bear child was lively and active, and was known for his strong destructive power; Fear, fear of something, emotional panic and instability; Ivan, known as the humanoid self-propelled nuclear bomb, never ran out of energy, running around the camp to leave evidence of his crimes. Combining the three into one, Detective Sean comes to a conclusion that is the closest to the truth.

"I think Ivan may be a little ignorant of love at this age!" Sean hesitated to say the speculation of evidence, after all, the boss has a sheep herding policy for Ivan, and he has not taught Ivan many things, and it is natural for Ivan to be interested in the affairs of men and women.

"Well, go ahead." The proprietress frowned and motioned for Sean not to stop and continue.

Receiving the gesture from the proprietress to the boss, Sean plucked up his courage and continued his reasoning despite Ivan's pleading eyes.

"Given that Ivan often bullied girls and once expressed an attitude of reluctance to play with girls, we can rule out that Ivan's entanglement has nothing to do with those girls. Ivan, who is only six years old, is also not financially troubled, and it is too early to decide whether he will go to war in the future, and we can still rule out this option. Ivan has many friends, and there are no major contradictions, which is also ruled out. Other than that, the only answer I can think of is that Ivan is in love, and he may have fallen in love with someone. Shaw was confident and spoke excitedly.

"Well, you're in love?"

"Boys are precocious!"

"No, you said Ivan hated being around girls."

"I guess it's because of the chubby guy next door."

“！！！”

"Maybe their friendship has grown to that point."

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Seeing Ivan struggling in his mother's arms, Sean felt his reasoning skills go further, leaving the noisy crowd behind him back to the room.

Sean had a good night's sleep that night, and the soul brought by the side effects of his abilities was exceptionally quiet tonight, except for the sound of leather whips from time to time, this night was really a comfortable night.