Knee hits, hooks, backstabs......

Despite the dizziness in his head, his body had not forgotten his instinct to fight—Derek finally couldn't hold back his long-stored anger, and the gray cloth cloak flashed a faint shadow in the deep night.

The knee seemed to be shattered, numb, and then the pain went deep into the bone marrow.

Then came the fist, and Derek felt like his fist was hitting a hard stone, but the years of training had allowed him to endure enough pain, and then he swung the dagger in his other hand—

A struggling pedestrian on the street looked up and opened his mouth wide in astonishment—he saw a small man holding a maple tree on the corner of the street, perhaps not accurately described as a hug, he should have stuck to the thick trunk, and then slowly slid downward, and finally, collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

There is also a tangy smell of alcohol.

The pedestrians soon understood that it was a poor drunkard—and after a sigh of pity, he had bypassed the drunkard far away.

……

"Todd, isn't your improved ale recipe too aggressive?"

It was late at night, and the guests of the "Traveler's House" dispersed one after another. After closing the door, the lights went out one by one, and the tavern keeper, Brown, said to his nephew after calculating the day's accounts—the pale young man with eyes that seemed to never wake up, and then took the liquid from the cup and licked it with his tongue.

"No problem, it's just that I didn't mix this gentleman's ale with water."

He gestured to Derek, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

"Really?"

"Yes, not to mention that he didn't drink well enough in the first place."

"Dumb Todd" replied - Todd's improved ale recipe had earned hundreds of raels for the tavern in recent months, making him important to the tavernkeeper Brown. He put down his glass and placed his palm gently on Derek's forehead.

"He just fell asleep, nothing was a big deal."

After a brief diagnosis, Todd placed a yellow/colored blanket on the drunken man lying in bed - the "Traveler's House", like most taverns, sells alcohol and food, and also provides services such as lodging. Today, Kartass, the capital of Nogo, is far from what it once was, and the number of travelers and merchants has become so scarce that the tavern has many empty rooms.

Todra went to the door and returned to the hallway with his boss uncle. The boot stepped on the plank between the buildings and alarmed a black mouse, a vigilant creature with a pair of pea-sized glittering eyes, flicked its slender tail and ran down the stairs at the sight of two figures.

"Mouse! These abominable little things have been getting more and more rampant lately. ”

"Isn't it normal? Uncle, maybe you can take it as a pet. ”

"Pets? Todd, are you kidding an old man like me? ”

Old Brown began to complain with the usual nagging of his age, and he counted the sins of rats: biting clothes and bedding, stealing food from the kitchen, disturbing guests, and so on. Todd listened quietly, nodding his head in agreement, but not uttering a word.

"Dumb Todd", for the most part, is taciturn. He and his uncle walked up the stairs—it was time to go to bed, and their bedroom was downstairs: old Brown had a separate little room at the back of the kitchen, while Todd slept in the tavern hall, putting together two long wooden tables and laying them out with sheets to make a simple bed.

"Sleep well, Todd!"

After venting the babbling, Old Brown felt that he was in a much better mood. On this night, he took one last look at his nephew and said lightly.

"Good night, uncle."

When Old Brown's footsteps faded out of the hall, Todd blew out the oil lamp, and the entire "Traveler's House" instantly merged with the endless night.

It was a calm night.

……

The morning light on the horizon swept up a touch of whiteness, extending from the horizon, countless lines stretching into a large gray chaos.

The birdsong in the birch forest was already noisy like a lame street symphony—and when the window was opened, the cold air poured in from outside, and Gross stretched and felt refreshed. After the battle had ended yesterday, he and his fellow bandits had a decent night in the castle, smoked slices of air-dried meat, potatoes and radish stews, a thick soup made of crucian carp from the nearby river, a campfire, a girl, an ale—

At the thought of ale, Gross felt a pantothenic acid sensation in his stomach again. The holographic simulation game of his previous life did not simulate the sense of taste, and at the bonfire last night, he once again confirmed that the ale of this world is a drink that tastes so bad that it tastes outrageously - not purified or distilled, usually by filling fresh wheat kernels in wooden barrels, adding some water, and waiting for it to ferment naturally.

There is no doubt that the quality of this ale making process cannot be guaranteed - although he is only a time-traveler who does not know the details of winemaking, Gross feels that he needs to make a wave of technology export to the indigenous people of this world...... Whether out of a sense of responsibility or for financial reasons, he thought of many, many things in just a few minutes.

"Mr. Gross—"

There was a crisp and nice voice in my ears.

Gross rubbed his somewhat dry eyes, and next to a few dwarf pines under the window, he saw a figure—the young mage, Ladya Klein. She was half-crouching in the clearing, teasing a squirrel with black and yellow markings.

"Good morning, Miss Crane."

Gross replied politely. After coming to this world, he developed the habit of getting up early to exercise, this good habit has not changed regardless of the wind and rain, last night his companions and the people in the castle drank a lot of ale, but he only tasted it, and the mage lady? According to a certain rule that the mages strictly followed, there was a natural barrier between her and alcoholic beverages.

So, at dawn, the two of them were almost the first to get up.

After a brief wash, dressed up, Gross left the castle room—most of them were empty after Lord Karen Bennett and his knights left, and as the number one man of the wolf bandits, he was naturally given a separate makeshift room.

He circled the castle to where Radia was. It was a small clearing between the inner fort and the city walls, and next to the pine cones-covered dwarf pines, there was a well. Seeing him coming, Miss Mage put the squirrel back on the ground and straightened up.

In this way, she seemed to want to say something to the bandit leader. But it just so happened that Gross also had some special plans in mind.