As night falls, Waltel's Black Fire Bar is not as lively as it once was.

The moon was about to rise, and the last rays of the setting sun were about to dissipate, but it was not yet full, let alone a stool or a table.

This is quite an incredible thing for this most lively place in the Kinson District at night.

Although Kinson is not far from the holy city of Frankfurt, residents of Kinson undoubtedly have a little more rules to follow than other cities in Bansar.

For example, in principle, the believers of Tyre are not allowed to go out at night for entertainment. Even though Tyre's teachings do not prohibit vigils for anyone other than the priest, the act of reversing day and night is itself disrespectful to Tyre.

It was here in the district of Kinson, in the domain of the Marquis of Kinsin, an ardent follower of Queen Bansa, that people could ignore the old-fashioned and ugly old men in the churches and go out at night as they pleased.

And the Black Fire Bar in Waltel City, where the largest bar in Kingson and even the second son of the Marquis frequent, is no longer as lively as it used to be.

There are still smiles on people's faces, but their eyes are lonely. People even started to finish their drinks quickly and then go upstairs or leave the bar, instead of sitting around the hall with people they didn't know and chatting and farting happily.

Why is this so?

What to say...... Presumably, the second son of the Marquis was unfortunately killed.

"I'm missing Harrison a little bit again."

A man with thick hair said this, and sighed deeply: "If he were still here, he would have laughed and pushed open the tavern door, put his arms around the girl and shouted to the boss, 'Today I please!'" Then he sat down in the hall. We cheered loudly and drained a large glass of black beer, and then sang 'Red Warrior' to him in a circle, and then the little brother was amused to laugh, and stood up and sang along with the dance......"

Then the little brother squatted on the table with the girl in his arms and bragged to us...... Seriously. He really didn't have an aristocratic temper at all, and he wasn't angry that Luna accidentally spilled wine on him that day. To comfort the frightened Luna, he took another glass of beer and put it on his head, pretending not to catch it, and fell off his head at once.

"Ahhh His hair was soaked in all at once, and that stupid look made us laugh. ”

"I remember when he tripped the table over when he bragged to us that day - I remember the story of his duel with the druid named Akin."

"I just remember that stupid name. That druid's parents must have offended the three sages. ”

"Harrison's good story! It's a pity that I can't hear it anymore......"

"That's right. Don't talk about it. ”

The brown-haired and brown-eyed boss scratched his head, and the bundles of oily hair tied into dense braids and his round belly looked quite happy.

But the boss didn't want to jump out from behind the counter and give him a hug as he usually did.

There was no smile on his face, only sadness: "Don't say it...... Harrison was a good boy. He had countless friends in his life, and the Marquis should be proud of him. ”

"Old Black Fire! You'll be honest - do you know how little Harrison died? ”

A dwarf who was only as tall as the boss's waist, with a beard and braids, shouted angrily.

The dwarves and the mountain people had a vendetta in ancient times, and they looked down on each other. As it happens, most taverns and inns are run by mountain people, and it is only in Bansa, a place that despises the blood of redheads, that drunken dwarves can safely come in and have a few drinks.

In one of the very few taverns that are not run by mountain people, you can always see these dwarves.

"Say it, Master Copperbeard will avenge him! Dwarves are never afraid of death! ”

Saying this over and over again, he drank a glass of beer bigger than his head, and at the same time waved his empty wine glass, and shouted with a mouth full of wine: "With the hammer in my hand, just like that, I will dry out the brains of that bastard!" ”

Hearing this, the other people in the tavern couldn't help but look away as well. looked at this sturdy fat man who was said to be somewhat related to the Marquis, but was honest and hospitable.

Old Black Fire sighed deeply and nodded.

"I know a little bit."

As soon as he spoke, the eyes of the people around him lit up instantly.

Their eyes flashed like a wolf, and the bloodthirsty ferocity of color flashed across their faces.

A bald man with a bare body diligently pushed over a stool and pressed the old black fire on the stool: "Master Black Fire, just say it." Everyone is waiting to hear it. ”

"That's it, Master Heihuo, we are all honest people, so we won't do those things that violate the law and discipline."

A little man with gold teeth said with a smile.

At this moment, the crisp wind chimes rang from the door. Someone pushed the door open again.

For a moment, everyone looked away, but when they noticed that the man was wearing a full-length cloak, they looked back with interest.

After so many years of wandering outside, some things are self-evident.

Since he has been dressed like this, it is clear that he doesn't want you to know his identity, and showing curiosity and interest at this time is purely nothing to do.

If there is no malice, it is best that both sides should not see each other; If there is really malicious intent, then it is even less possible to show concern and curiosity for the other party.

"Come on in, find a place to sit and have a good fire—" (To be continued.) )