People's lives are always spent in various unsatisfactory situations, and compromise is often the most choice.

As a time-traveling person who has lived two lifetimes, Sean just wants to say that right and wrong, even if he changes the world and changes his body, the attributes of black people are still with me.

Sean recalled that in his previous life, since he played a black warrior monk, his luck value had not risen, like a stock, all the way down.

With a dark face and a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Sean left the foot of the World Tree without saying a word. I don't know if the ability to control the necromancy is good or bad, if this ability is not malleable and has no room for improvement, he can only spend the rest of his life in a small tavern with a huge amount of arrears, facing that pile of dishes.

Perhaps, when he reaches a certain age, he will meet a woman who has been hurt by love. Hug each other for the rest of your lives, or die alone in an unknown event.

The camp in the early morning has not yet shown its noisy side.

The man who reluctantly left Hongfan Township yawned and dragged his weak body to ask for a bowl of corn cereal at the roadside stall, judging from his expression, it seemed that last night's performance was not very good, and he was a little lost; The blacksmith Hoover's furnace had already been lit, revealing his sweaty upper body to begin the forging of weapons, whether the sound of striking iron could be heard at four o'clock in the morning to distinguish whether he was a real tough guy or not; The informants gathered together, chattering about something, constantly persuading, hoping to get a valuable piece of information from the mouths of others; The children in the camp also started to have a noisy day, and they seemed so carefree, they didn't have to worry about where they lived, and everyone knew that the camp was very safe.

They like to gather together, play together, play together, and enjoy even if they don't understand the meaning of play.

Sean took the trouble to get rid of the children around him, and the more he heard the children's laughter, the more uncomfortable he became, and he seemed so out of place with the world when he was alone, wondering why the world didn't give him a little luck.

But those children didn't want to let Sean go, and finally met Sean on the street, what a rare opportunity.

"Sean Sean !!" The eldest son of the grocery store stopped Sean, who was also the leader of this group of imps, "You come and play with us, you will play the demon king!" ”

"No, no, no, Sean won't play with us!" Dogleg No. 1 is online.

"Sean is just a poor bastard who peeks into the breasts of his big sisters, like an unweaned child." Dogleg Two continued.

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"Poor Shaun,

No milk to eat, no one to pain,

He has no friends,

A few days later, he was kicked out by the tavernkeeper.

I had to wander alone,

We

Around him,

Hahaha······"

The carefree children, I don't know who hummed the braided smooth mouth first, and the eldest son of the grocery store led the singing happily with the younger brothers. He needs to secure his position among the children by belittling Sean, who is only a child of his age and similar physique.

But who cares about a child?

Not to mention that Sean has lived for more than 30 years, and he has long lost that calculating spirit.

Be true to life, life will only give you a smirk.

"Yo~ It's rare to see! The little mouse who always stays in the tavern and doesn't dare to go out is a novelty to go out shopping during the day. ”

The man sent away the children around Sean, and the children scattered in a hurry, and the smell of the man was a little complicated.

Sean wasn't grateful to him, after all, the man was just looking for some fun.

Monka came out of the camp early in the morning.

Monka, Monka Joseph, is a man who is active on the front lines of the battlefield, and his hobbies are to give all kinds of strange nicknames to people he knows and find someone to vent his stress every night. The little mouse is the nickname that Monka gave Sean, like the little dwarf in the tavern, all of which are ugly nicknames.

"Get out of the way, Monka, don't bother Master!"

Sean is very impatient, the ability to dominate the necromancy has made him bad enough, but he didn't expect to meet Monka early in the morning, has Lady Luck abandoned him?!

"Oh oh ~ the puppy is angry, it's really not cute! Let Lao Tzu touch it, is it because his teeth have become longer and he likes to bite······"

"Get out, you damn faggot, worry about the hole behind you, wait until I pay for a bounty hunter to give you a seven-in-seven-out, and kill you!"

Sean distances himself from Monka, who makes him feel sick.

"Just kidding! Little baby, you know me! As soon as he heard that Sean was going to pay for a bounty hunter to do something, Monka had to remedy it, but the bounty hunters were some guys who only recognized money and didn't recognize people, "Otherwise, seeing that you are not in a good mood, it is better to say it and make me happy." ”

"The unluckiest thing for me today is to meet you!"

"A breakfast at the Wheat Ears Restaurant?"

"Deal! Forgive me, let's go! ”

Sean agrees with Monka's offer of compensation, knowing that when you have any unpleasantness, a meal from Wheat Ears Restaurant will bring you hope.

"No problem, let's go! The braised Danube is highly recommended by me. Gang Gang interjected, looked at Monka's ass and shook his head, and said, "I'm not interested in men, bounty hunters won't accept this commission." ”

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Well, with the uninvited Gang, Monka put a lot of blood on it, and it seems that the next time he will go to Angel to reunite and spend the night together has been extended indefinitely.

The food at Wheat Ears was the best Shaun had ever eaten in his life.

Wheat Ears Restaurant has a special food supply channel to ensure that the ingredients are of the highest grade and fresh.

Comfortable service is just right, warm décor, without a hint of luxury but gives people a chic enjoyment. Not to mention the restaurant's talents, frying, frying, roasting, and stewing all reach the top blisters.

For example, in a plate of braised Danube, I don't know how the chef used to remove the bones from it, and even the small spines in the flesh seem to be non-existent. The skin of the fish was peeled off, but the fish was not damaged in the slightest, and the guy fried it slowly, bringing out the flavor of the fish and adding it to the restaurant's special sauce. The rich flavor is infused with the fish, and when it is served to the table, it retains the flavor of the snow-white fish.

It is not until you bite down that you can experience the multi-layered taste experience between your mouth, and go straight to the warmth of your heart, except that this dish will not shine and will not explode after eating, Sean will give the restaurant a ninety-nine points for the dishes.

Happiness comes and goes quickly, delicious food brings a moment of self-release, after a small amount of food is eaten, emptiness, reality is still there, when you choose to escape difficulties, more tests are already ready to move.

Saying goodbye to Monka, who had disappeared from the gold in his pocket, Sean and Gang-chan made their way back to the tavern, silent all the way.

Without asking Sean what kind of abilities he had gained, and without inviting Sean to form a team, Gangda handed over the results of the mission, Sean, to the tavern as if he had completed the task.

"Back?!"

The boss, who was sitting at the bar and counting the ledgers, asked without raising his head.

"The task is completed, I will hand over the people to you, and the rest of the money will be settled?"

With a hint of excitement, Gang pushed Sean and pointed at the boss.

Ding dong~

A jingling bag was thrown towards Gangda, and when he opened it, he said, "One, two, three······"

"Perfect, after the difficult task, the time to count the money is the happiest moment!"

Gang, who was counting the money, disappeared out of thin air, taking away the reward that belonged to him as well.

Sean was stunned, and only after he left did he ask, "Why?" ”

"What, why?"

"Why pay the bounty for me, that's my business, do you want me to work for your tavern for the rest of your life!"

"What kind of money does a little kid have, your salary is only ten copper coins, and when you pay it off, you can leave the tavern, and no one will stop you!"

As if chasing flies, the boss pointed to the kitchen and motioned for Sean to finish today's work, without saying anything more.

Sean's words came to his lips and deflated, he just wanted a straightforward answer, not all kinds of reasons, all kinds of actions for your good.

He is not a child, he understands that after people make a choice, the rest is not regret, only to move forward.

Without continuing to ask, Sean knows this boss, he is not a talkative guy, he has his own set of opinions and practices. Ever since Sean came to the tavern, he had only seen the boss compromise with Ivan, and as for the others, he had never backed down.

With a depressed mood, Sean returned to the back kitchen, where Adam was making tonight's soup.

"Yo~ How did you become a defeated rooster? What about Sean, who shouts about the king of the world all day long? ”

"What do you know? What do you know about me? ”

Sean yelled at Adam, venting all sorts of unpleasant emotions.

Sean is not a child, and he doesn't need others to take care of him with the same attitude as he treats children. He has adult thoughts and experiences, and his surroundings are full of crises.

The world he lived in was dangerous and unstable, and these things weighed down on him like a mountain, and he could not mention them to anyone. If the world is the same as the world he knows, any change he makes, any action he takes, there will be a crisis, and the situation of the world will change.

What's more, these are all Sean's guesses, in case what he guessed didn't happen, and Arthas was just the same name, then Sean's actions would be irreparable.

He was only eight years old now, and even if he were willing to talk to others about his conjectures, no one would believe the childish words of an eight-year-old child.

"Don't be naïve!"

Adam put his arms around Sean, puffed out his eyes, and put his head on Sean's head, "Being alive is the most important thing, I don't know what you're worried about, but people don't have the right to choose when they die, it's just a cold corpse." If you have time to worry about other things, you might as well get to know the people around you

！ ”

Adam carried Sean like a chicken, threw him into the demolition room, and closed the door.

"Reflect on it!"

In the dark wood room, Sean curled up in the corner, hugging his knees, weeping.

Grievances and remorse filled him.