The expressions of Rehe's subordinates should have been dumbfounded, but they all had blue noses and swollen faces, and their eyes were so swollen that they couldn't open their eyes if they wanted to, and the life of being beaten several times a day was not easy. They were stunned for more than ten seconds before they reacted, and they were busy with their work, some went to the cellar to get wine, and some hurriedly cleaned up the tables and chairs that were poured all over the floor in the tavern.

Reich greeted me and said with a smile: "Hero, the heroism you showed last night has deeply shocked me, and I really haven't seen it for a day, like every other autumn. Reich spoke in a sound and color, like lines he had practiced in front of a mirror overnight.

"Really? So why do you have embarrassment written all over your face? I asked.

"How is it possible, even if you want to write on your face, it must be 'reformed' on the left face, 're-acted' on the right cheek, and 'turning back to the shore'!" Rech continued, eager to find a pen right away.

"It seems that you have not learned the heroism of your ancestors, but the flattery in the officialdom has been learned. I'm here for one thing. I said with a stiff face.

Lehe gasped, took two steps back, and said tremblingly: "Hero, I really didn't go to the street to collect protection money today, it was those vendors who refused to let me go, and after you left, they found five waves of people to trouble me, I really ......"

I didn't have the heart to listen to him begging me for mercy, so I interjected directly: "I just want to ask you, what happened to the broken cowhide you gave my master last time!" ”

Reich's gasp finally eased and said, "That's my father's relic." ”

"Your father's relics can be given to others so easily?"

"My father said that there is a shocking secret behind this cowhide, but I can't understand the words on this cowhide, and I haven't figured out any secret behind it after studying it for a long time."

"How did you do that?"

"How to study...... Just staring at the back of that piece of cowhide......"

If Kekel knew that his son was so angry, he would definitely be so angry that the tombstone would have exploded, Lehe was undoubtedly showing me the lower limit of his IQ, he was rambling for a long time, and he barely told any background information about this piece of cowhide, it seems that he really didn't know anything about this piece except that he knew that this piece of broken skin was cowhide. I can only look for some clues about cowhide through other things.

"How did your father die?" Although I know that this question is a little rude, but why should I be polite to a **.

Rehe's face suddenly became a little gloomy, and he was silent for a long time before he said: "At that time, people from the Knicks Legion came to investigate this matter, and I said that my father died suddenly of a sudden illness. However, this is not the case......"

"What are the facts?" I hurriedly asked.

"My father was killed by the person he trusted the most!" Rehe suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Back then, I was only 16 years old, someone in the Knicks Legion rebelled, and my father was that man's subordinate, my father firmly believed that his boss would not rebel, and tried his best to intercede with the Legion Commander, and finally was dismissed from his position by the Legion Commander, and our family moved here." However, who knew that Lu Dao's father really believed the wrong person, and his boss was really a demon! The more Reich spoke, the heavier his expression became, judging the same as his previous scoundrel appearance, perhaps, this was really a hatred that he could not forget.

"The demon you're talking about is the youngest chief of staff in the history of the Nikos Legion, Supluqi?" I asked.

"Yes, it's that bastard, my father believes in him so much, he is willing to die for him, and he can even give up his military rank for him, but this brute killed my father after the worst!" Rech roared, his men too frightened to move, perhaps they had never seen their boss feel so excited.

"Since it was Supluch who killed your father, why didn't you explain it to the Knicks Legion back then?"

"I saw Supluck kill my father with a magic that burned black flames, and his prowess was so unfathomable that perhaps no one in the Knicks Legion was his match. I can only hide it, hoping that this demon will not come to kill my brother again. Rech said.

"You have a younger brother? So, did Supulucci ever reappear after that? ”

Rech shook his head and said, "Supluch didn't come back, but my brother didn't come back either......"

Things are getting more and more bizarre, and I can't help but ask, "Where did your brother go?" ”

Rehe shook his head and said, "After my father's funeral is over, my brother is gone. His expression was momentarily angry and pale, and I couldn't help but feel a little pity for this bully who was hated by the people of the city.

"I can see that you are not such a bad person, why don't you want to avenge your father, but hide in this smoky place and be willing to fall?" I asked.

Reich smiled, a little self-deprecating, and said: "I once thought about joining the Knicks legion, but I am not that material, I failed in the initial selection ......"

That's right, with the IQ he showed before, it is indeed difficult to conquer the examiners of the Knicks Legion, but this does not mean that Reich can do whatever he wants in the city and bully the good people everywhere, I really want to educate him very strictly, but looking at his current appearance, I really can't make a serious statement.

"Do it yourself, don't do whatever you want in the future, this may be your way of begging for life, but will your father be happy if he knows it?" With that, I turned and left, and Reich was silent, as if he had been stabbed in the heart. I only heard a subordinate next to me ask softly: "Big brother, what should I do with this bottle of 82-year-old red wine left by the master?" ”

I don't know what Dorrech said to his men, because I've already walked out of the tavern, maybe the players who walk in this world think that they are the protagonists and will leave a magical story on this continent, but in fact, everyone has a story behind them that no one else can copy, even if it is an NPC. Everyone can put on a protagonist halo for granted, because in this world, "I" is unique, but many times, it is also important to listen to other people's stories, because for me, this is not a game, this is my real world, this is my life. (Narrator: Hey...... Tail ring, when did you become a literary youth! ）

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and it was Rehe who chased him out of the tavern, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and said: "Hero, this bottle of wine is for you, it is my father's treasure, take it!" ”

Lei He suddenly became so polite, so that I felt very uncomfortable, Lei He saw that I couldn't make up my mind whether to accept or not, and said: "There is no other meaning, a lot of thoughts, I can't open my mouth in front of my brothers, today you let me say a good time, this is my gratitude." ”

Since I am so generous, I don't accept it anymore to look like I'm tall, according to normal logic, if I accept this bottle of wine, it will immediately pass to Bing Lemon's bag, but this bottle of wine has been in my hand for more than a minute, and it is still in my hand, because the effective range of the item transmission is that Bing Lemon must be within my line of sight.

Reich staggered back to the tavern, leaving me alone with a bottle of wine and wandering the streets, looking like a drunk, God knows if there would be people from the Nyx Patrol who would come to check my NPC account when I walked into the downtown area, and in the eyes of those vendors, the patrol people were more fierce than Reich.

Walking around the corner of a street, there are a few benches on the side of the road, still the kind with backrests. During the day, this kind of seat is occupied by players, and most of them are a man and a woman talking about love, and now it's dark, what should those men and women do, the bench is empty and no one sits can only waste its use value, anyway, I have nowhere to go, and it doesn't hurt to sit for a while.

There are far fewer pedestrians on the side streets than on the four main roads in the city, and after sitting for a long time, it is inevitable that you will feel bored, and then you suddenly begin to envy those players, just imagine how comfortable it is to hide in your room and sleep in this kind of cool night. That's my imagination, because I don't even know what it's like to sleep. However, I don't know who has heard that if you drink too much, you will want to sleep, so why not try this bottle of 82-year-old red wine? Anyway, the owner doesn't look like that kind of good drinker.

I picked up the bottle, and it read "The crimson of wine is like the blood of a warrior," which was supposed to be written by Keker, and although the analogy was a bit unappetizing, it didn't matter that much, because there was nothing more unappetizing than boredom.

I picked the cork of the wine bottle with the Iron Fang Blade that I used to fight the monster, and I raised the wine bottle and took a few sips, the wine was sour and bitter, not very good, but I felt warm and comfortable. As for the legend that I drank and wanted to sleep, I haven't realized it yet. It must have been that I hadn't drunk enough, so I craned my neck and drank the red wine from the bottle cleanly, feeling it carefully, and I didn't feel anything but hiccups.

Anyway, this bottle of wine went down, and I didn't feel sleepy at all, but I suddenly shook and jumped up, not because I had a good amount of alcohol, but because my HP value displayed above my perspective was decreasing. Reich's acting skills are so superb, he made up such a string of stories to trick me into drinking his poisoned wine?

I took a closer look and found that something was wrong, my maximum HP value was increased to 1250, and it was only 950. It turns out that the shortening of the HP slot just now is not because the HP value is decreasing, but because the maximum value is increasing. For the warriors and swordsmen of the Knicks Legion, who have a high HP in themselves, the maximum increase of 300 may be just the icing on the cake, but for me at the moment, it is undoubtedly a blessing in disguise. But I was happy but at the same time very guilty, and if I gave it to my master, wouldn't it be even more devastating. But think about it again, Ice Lemon Eighteen has passed, and he is not yet an adult, so he can't drink alcohol according to the regulations, and it's understandable for me to do so.

In the case of sitting, the HP recovery speed is very fast, I looked at the HP slot and became complacent, Maisawa Tim's HP is only about 1000, and I became the person with the highest HP in the team. At this moment, a sudden shout was heard: "Diordaiby! The dior shield you sold, it didn't take long to break, and it hurt the old lady to be chased around by the dog R's bugs, and I want the old lady to send you to 315 to sit! ”

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