Wanderer's House......

As the name suggests, it is probably the only inn south of the Arathi Heights, and it is almost exclusively attended by wanderers and adventurers, as well as a small number of profiteering businessmen.

The inn was built on the side of the Soradin Avenue, and since it was a few miles away from the moor, it was such an inn, so it was easy for travelers to spot. The small complex, with white smoke rising from the rooftops, is the only place on the journey that is full of life.

Walking into the hotel, a strong smell of sweat mixed with the smell of alcohol hit her face, almost causing Gianna to vomit. However, it can't be helped, this is the only hotel in the neighborhood, and Gianna is counting on being able to take a shower and eat a hot meal here.

Several people endured the stench and squeezed into this shabby, harsh hotel.

Like all human inns, the first floor of this hotel is the bar, and the second and third floors are the guest rooms. The hall on the first floor looks bustling with people at the moment, and compared to the deserted scene outside, it is full of energy. Twenty or thirty tables were set up in the bar, where wanderers, travelers, merchants, hunters, and adventurers gathered, shook dice, drank, and let out some rough laughter from time to time.

Gianna had an embarrassed and stiff look on her face at the sight, and then, with her cloak on, walked to one of the relatively quiet corners under Ares' shoulder, and sat down.

After a while, a scantily clad young woman greeted her. She wore a bright red jacket that looked unworn, and the deep furrow squeezed out of the middle of the plump twin peaks, and stood in front of Ares in a swaying manner. Warmly asked a few guests what they wanted to use. Food, drink, and play, all of them are on offer here......

The words were also full of ** meaning, Drumm was immediately fascinated by this redhead, as an uncle who has been wandering for a long time, it doesn't matter the age and appearance of the other party, as long as the body is hot enough, it is enough, enough for him to dig out the copper plate.

And Ares didn't dare to look at it more, this kind of woman, first, Ares was not interested in this kind of street goods, and second, the baby lover Gianna was by his side, and Ares knew that he didn't need to provoke a hotel maid at such a time, that is, to die.

"Two wild boar hams, a plate of roast venison, and a plate of steamed fat crab. Four glasses of cold beer, one cup of hot water. Well, that's all, come up first. ”

Ares said, dropping the five pieces of silver in the maid's hand and making a gesture to send them away.

The redhead also took the silver coin thrown by Ares with great interest, and when she left, she gave a wave to Drum, turned around, and walked away with a twist of her ass. Leaving Gianna with a look of disdain and Dram's squinting eyes.

"How's that chick?"

After the redhead left, Drumm couldn't wait to talk to Sephes about the scene. For an uncle who has been running around for a long time, he hasn't seen a woman for a long time, and this impulse can't be tolerated. Although Gianna was with everyone along the way, who would dare to think about the identity of the archmage and the relationship with Ares.

"It's in good shape, it's just a little sassy."

Sepheus returned with a smile.

After a while, a yellow-faced child brought a plate of wine to Ares and his party. Long Lake Cold Beer, a human brew brought in from the wetlands. It's not as mellow as Dwarven Stout, but it's not bad for adventurers and wanderers.

"Cheers to this arduous journey."

Ares raised his glass first. Soon, Drumm and Sephes responded.

This large jar of wine glasses is made of oak, and the dwarves are often haunted by the wetlands, and humans have learned to use their large wine glasses after dealing with the dwarves for a long time, and they have already filled a small half-pot of beer at a time, which is a great drink for adventurers on the go.

"Cheers."

Drumm responded.

Before the meal was served, Ares began to observe the crowd in the hotel. Most of them were dressed in rags, and a few of them were still very tasteful, and these people sat at a table by themselves, looking isolated from the world. There were some men who wore inferior weapons and bows and arrows, and it was not surprising that in this wilderness. At the same time, it is close to the Sadol Bridge, and although the inn is mostly filled with homeless people and shabby adventurers, what they know may be important information for Ares.

Just as Ares and his party were looking at the crowd in the bar, several drunkards came over, wearing tattered clothes, greasy hair that had not been washed for a few days, and a strong smell of bad wine all over their bodies. Six or seven of them all looked very young, only in their twenties, and two of them still had pockmarked faces.

Several drunkards approached, first at Ares and Dram, and then at Gianna with a lewd expression. Trifling.

"Brother, I will discuss something with you. How much money does this girl sell, let's bring it to be happy and happy, and pay you back tomorrow morning. ”

The leading thug spoke first, and as he spoke, his hand reaching for Gianna's peak. Although Gianna sat in the corner, and her body was tightly wrapped, and even her face was covered under the cloak, her graceful figure and elegant temperament still won everyone's attention at once, and in such a deserted hotel, such a girl would obviously soon attract the attention of some hooligans. In this chaotic, unsafe North, there is clearly no one bound by law and morality.

However, these drunkards apparently did not recognize who they were provoking.

In the next second, without Gianna doing it herself, Drumm and Sepheth had already stood up, one by one, and with one punch, the rogue drunkard was instantly knocked to his stomach. Even with Drum's punch, one of the rogue drunkard's front teeth flew out, and he lay on the ground screaming with a mouthful of blood.

The other thugs were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them, their drunken minds immediately cleared up, six or seven people, in an instant, no one dared to make a move, the muscles and strong physiques of Drum and Sepheis, and the punch just now, had proved everything—they were no ordinary wanderers. In the corner, Ares wrapped the Ember Messenger in layers of thick cloth, otherwise everyone would know what was going on when they saw the light of the weapon.

This violent beating quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

"Get out."

Drumm roared, and several young men immediately trembled with fright, picked up their wounded companions, and fled.