In Nogo, the town of White Rock is a relatively independent town. www.biquge.infoFarmers, blacksmiths, tailors, and merchants from all over the world who stop and work together, as well as townspeople who use their houses to set up various industries and provide services, form a whole. For safety reasons, some of the young and strong townspeople, as well as some unscrupulous mercenaries who had nowhere to go, were hired by the town as patrol militiamen.

Evan is a native of the town of White Rock - the family has been in this town since Evan was his grandfather, and even earlier. Three years ago, after the former mayor of the kingdom and a noble man fled in disarray at the hands of the Tasyas, the powerful blacksmith Old Evan was elected by the townspeople to become the new mayor of the town. And little Aiwen also took advantage of the rising tide and opened a grocery store with the savings of the old and young family's many years of blacksmith career.

His business has always been thriving, and in addition to his status in the town, he has always had a warm and cheerful personality.

The leader of the bandits was like a male wolf in estrus, and his vicious appearance seemed to scare away the few guests, but Evan was not annoyed at all, and laughed and chatted with him.

"Glo, you seem to be more powerful than you were some time ago."

"Where do you see that? Is the beard longer? ”

Glo responded to Evan with a serious expression. The first acquaintance between the two began two years ago, and after a long time of many interactions, they gradually got acquainted with each other, and in addition to business, some innocuous jokes were often made.

The bandit leader had been trying to act as if nothing had happened, talking and laughing as usual, but the condensed brow showed his thoughts.

Evan saw it.

The morning sun filtered through the curtain made of thin linen, casting white pillars of light on the floor of the grocery store. Tiny specks of dust float in the air, revealing a pattern that is rarely shown in the ordinary—irregular, arbitrary jumping up and down, clash left and right.

"Glo, don't worry too much. The militia captain on patrol today is Xiaoshi, and he will definitely tell us as soon as there is news. You know that guy, very unserious, but very well-behaved...... I've had someone tell him about it. ”

As he spoke, Evan pulled out a bottle of rum from the cabinet, and then two more glasses from the closet, two delicate tall glasses with a distinctly Elantra aristocratic style. When the cork is removed, the pale green liquid with cloudy particles trickles into the cup, bringing a hint of coolness to the hot summer day.

"Rum from Lazis, finest."

Evan handed over a cup and nodded in acknowledgment to Glo.

"Thanks, just a little thirsty."

Glo tilted his head and drank it all. It's not that the otaku doesn't know how to taste wine, but now as a bandit, he doesn't want to behave extraordinarily. What's more, he was really a little thirsty.

"Very nice drink."

"I think so too."

Feeling the cold liquid slipping through his throat, Glo lowered his glass, as if sensing something, and suddenly opened the curtain to look out into the street—the noisy streets of White Rock Town in the morning, horse-drawn carriages either parked in front of a house or left the street with a full load. Accents from all over the kingdom, or languages from other parts of the continent echoed through the air, and the scenes of trading were lively. Except for the bosses or stewards of those chambers of commerce, most of the chamber of commerce guys who work on the front line stood on both sides of the street, talking loudly and laughing about their own experiences and gains.

But Glo's gaze was different—at one end of the town's street, a man with a round head and a round body was running towards it, his fat swaying up and down as his steps jolted, sweat sliding down his dark and smooth skin, and sprinkling long specks of water on the pavement.

"Stonen is coming—"

Aven got out of the grocery store. But when he saw the chubby figure, he quickly retreated to the counter, and put away the rum and the glass with his hands and feet—the stone, the little stone, was good for everything, and the only thing he could not walk at the sight of good wine, and was easily drunk.

When you're drunk, you're going crazy. The people in the town knew about this, so alcohol and other beverages were completely cut off from Stonen.

But Glo's mood was noticeably relaxed, and his gaze followed Stone's figure, from far to near, until the strong smell of sweat hit his nostrils.

"Aven, don't hide it, I smell the rum. Ah, the wolves are coming, too. ”

Storme flicked the curtain open, his nose fluttered, and he began to look around the grocery store, but when his eyes fell on Glo, his expression became serious, "Wolf, are you asking for news of your companion?" ”

After asking Glo about himself, Stonen finally found his target in the corner behind the counter - the owner of the grocery store, and the only clerk in the store now, crouching on the ground with a rag in his hand, carefully wiping the vase, without lifting his eyelids, as if he had not noticed the visitor at all.

"Hey, Aven, is that your attitude toward your old friend?"

"What did you find?"

Evan stood up calmly. It's still morning, and it's still Stone's patrol time. He knew very well that Stonen would not have been here if it hadn't been for something special that had happened.

Now he brought the same news that everyone cared about - especially Glo. His burning eyes were fixed on Stone's fat face, and he longed to see a flower.

"There are only three caravans that have entered the town this morning."

Stonen informed the situation. Glo was disappointed, but as soon as he showed the slightest hint of disappointment, he was interrupted by two fat lips on his fat face, "There seems to be something terrible going on in the eastern valley. ”

Boom -

No sooner had Stonen finished speaking than an earth-shattering bang rang out - the whole house shook, dust fell from the ceiling, Evan held on to the counter, and Glo leaned against the wall. Because of his huge weight, Stonen stood firmly, but his fat face was more solemn than ever, his lips opened and closed twice, and he was about to say something, but suddenly turned around and ran out—

He was the militia captain in the small town of White Rock, and there were some things that were in his area of duty.

Immediately, Glo and Aven rushed out of the house together, and the streets of the town were already in chaos, with overturned carriages, frightened horses in ropes, goods scattered on the ground, and panicked chamber of commerce guys, and the townspeople also ran out of their houses and looked at the mountains in the distance.

A straight black smoke rose into the sky, straight into the sky.

Stone's eyes were fixed in the direction of the black smoke, and there was a rare hint of fear in his eyes.