"Who are you?" Farol was naturally unhappy when a good thing was kicked horizontally, she propped one hand on the table, leaned forward with her upper body, like a hunched bobcat, her eyes full of unkindness.

"Just a mage passing by."

The young man smiled politely, raised his hand, and an orange flame rose from his palm, and the temperature in the tavern seemed to rise several degrees at once.

"Mage!"

Many people gasped, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and even the drunkards chattered a little quieter.

There is a mage in a place where such mercenaries are rare......

"Huh...... Mage ......"

Saying this, Farol was also a little stunned in his heart, thinking about whether the other party could be provoked and whether he should be provoked.

She looked each other up and down, the person in front of her was wearing a gray robe, her appearance was delicate, her expression was kind, and she looked very young, definitely no more than twenty years old...... It should be a low-ring mage who has just come out of the Mage Tower.

But even then, he can't afford to mess with him, and of course he might just be an apprentice who doesn't get into the stream, how good would that be...... But Faryl didn't dare to take that risk, the other party seemed to be very easy to summon the fireball just now, far more skilled than other apprentices who had to spend a long time with a spell.

"Well, since this mage has spoken, then you can sell him the dagger." She smiled coquettishly: "Then take your 30 gold coins and go home to feed, don't come to such a dangerous place~" She didn't forget to give the person a flying kiss, and with a wave of her hand, the silver coins piled up on the table disappeared.

"You're missing a great opportunity to become a real man, little puppy."

She didn't forget to tease.

The young man was already retreating, but when he heard this, he saw Farrow biting his sexy lip, and for a while, his blood surged, and he actually pushed away the young mage beside him and stepped forward to stop her.

"Bet! Why not bet!? I didn't say I was going to sell it to him! ”

"Oh? In that case......"

Farol's gaze swept over him, looking at Mu Yan behind him.

"Look, this is what he asked for~"

Her eyes seemed to say.

"Well, well, when nothing happened...... It's my own passion......"

The mage shrugged and whispered back to his seat.

The eyes of everyone in the tavern suddenly returned to the stupid boy's bet, and things became lively again.

But at this time, three people were still looking at the mage.

"Do you think he looks familiar......" Erin muttered.

Nevilardo glanced at it, also a little hesitant.

"A little bit...... But we've seen quite a few of these grey-robed mages when they're under Captain Nathan...... There are a lot of mages near the Misty Forest. She suddenly remembered the mysterious disappearance of Captain Nathan and Sokan, and her heart felt a pang of sadness. After that, Ipwin died to save himself, and it all started with the damned Nightblade Panther...... If it weren't for the experience in Wood Throat Village, if they hadn't met the young mage and the swordsman who seemed to be Miss Surya, the two of them wouldn't have gone to the Mist Liquor Store to report the news......

Wait a minute......

As if suddenly remembering something, Nevira looked at the mage again.

The other party seemed to notice her gaze, looked at her gently, and raised his glass from a distance to signal.

No, these are two completely different faces......

But why do you feel familiar?

Be...... That kind of temperament?

Yes, temperament. A confident smile, a calm temperament, as if you know everything.

If there is a difference, the one in front of me is obviously more mature and introverted, without that bad pride - as if he is always superior to others, and no matter who he looks at, he is full of pity and sympathy.

"I remember." Erin covered her mouth and whispered, "This is the little mage who took the handkerchief in the first place, his name is ...... His name is Shamu! The one next to Miss Soulia. ”

"We think the same...... But this is obviously impossible, they look completely different. ”

"Feeling, my feeling has always been accurate." Erin patted her little chest proudly, "He accepted Erin's handkerchief, of course Erin remembers him." ”

Nevira thought that Erin was crazy, otherwise how could she say such a thing. These two people are just similar, their faces are completely different, as for that kind of temperament, it seems that young mages are like this, after all, they are mysterious, powerful, and have an infinite future.

As the two talked, the gamble was over, and there was no doubt that the rich fool had been fooled and lame. Faryl flicked her small, delicate dagger and glared at her defiantly.

She had indeed intended to provoke Erin from the beginning, and she knew that this girl was very kind.

It's broken, patronizing the chat, forgetting about this unlucky bastard......

"Hey, you-"

Without paying attention, Erin broke free from Nevira's control and went straight to Faryl.

"Sister Faryll, can I buy it back for ten gold coins?"

No matter who you are, in the face of such an innocent smile, there will be an illusion of a moment of soul washing, and Farol is no exception.

But in just a second, she quickly returned to normal, hooked the corners of her mouth, and stretched out her hand contemptuously.

"No, fifty gold coins."

Hearing this, Erin lowered her head and rummaged through her small purse, a little distressed.

"Yes...... But I don't have that much, I only have ten gold coins, you just said ten, okay Sister Faroel, or I owe you 40 gold coins first, okay? ”

"Huh, no money?" Farol was finally excited, and she squeezed Erin's chin lightly, twisted her neck, forced her to look around, and whispered in her ear:

"Look at the men who are spitting at you...... Believe me, sweet little darling, as long as you open your legs, there are countless people in this tavern who are willing to pay for you, and soon you will have a steady stream of gold coins, not to mention 40, 400 is no problem. ”

If Irene is a pure lily, so pure that she can feel her own filth, then now trampling and ravaging this purity makes Farrow inexplicably exciting and refreshing, and she is extremely infatuated with this feeling.

Rao is innocent Erin was also trembling with anger at this sentence, but there was obviously no swear word in her dictionary, she didn't know how to refute it, and she couldn't break free of Farol's hand, and her eyes were quickly filled with moisture.

"Yes, that's the pitiful look, look at them, I want to strip you naked and collapse on the table right now, and listen to you scream, the more miserable the scream, the happier they will be."

"Enough!"

Nevela grabbed Erin and held her in her arms, glaring at Farol.

"Faryl, enough is enough!"

"What, did I say the wrong thing?" Faryl smiled, "Have you forgotten what your man died for?" ”

"You-"

Nevira also lost her mind in an instant.

But at this time, a sentence interjected out of place.

"You must have had a very sad and painful childhood."

The gentle voice was full of pity and sympathy, like a soft needle, deep in the depths of Faroll's heart.

It is not fatal, but the fatal pain is both sharp and deep.