A group of children continued to walk around the village with their bodies swaying, like a group of crabs shopping—walking sideways, and the villagers in the street knew them, smiling and making way for them, and some villagers took out jerky and animal milk to tempt them on the side of the road.

Soon, the team behind little Ari was disintegrated by the jerky beast's milk.

Looking back, the well-organized revolutionary contingent was all lost in sugar-coated shells. Such a team - what a shabby!

Little Eri sighed old-fashionedly, this situation and this scene made people want to write a poem.

Draw the knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow......

Eri's eyes lit up - yes, drink to kill his sorrows!

......

It was a slightly dilapidated two-story wooden house, and anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was a tavern, not because of how conspicuous it was, but on the contrary, it looked very inconspicuous from the outside, and the reason why he was recognizable was that it was hung by two iron chains, which would sway wildly when blown by the autumn wind, and then crash against the wooden door with a dull sound...... The tin signboard has two large blood-red characters written on it simply and crudely - tavern.

The tavernkeeper's name is Henry McCardy, and I heard that he was also a mercenary on the adventures of the Far North Ice Fields in the past, but unlike others, he is a famous lone mercenary on the Ice Field, and he has never joined any mercenary team, and no one knows why he opened this tavern in such a remote village.

The tavern occupies a small area, inside the low wooden door, a curved bar, a pair of scarred bows and arrows hanging on the rough wall behind the bar, and a large barrel below the side exudes a rich aroma of wine. In addition, there are a few scattered tables and chairs, which are all the belongings.

Bran Village is a small place with only about forty households, sparsely populated, and few people in the village have spare money to spend in the tavern. So in the absence of guests, the tavern turned out to be a little empty.

In the hall, only three mercenary warriors with rough and savage faces raised their wine glasses and shouted in unison, grinning loudly. One by one, there is a bloody and hideous energy from the bones.

The Odin Continent advocates strength, and mercenaries are the most common profession on the continent, usually according to their mercenary level, they can take on tasks of different difficulty through the mercenary guild to obtain bounties to support themselves.

"Bump!" "Bump!" "Bump!"......

One of the mercenaries put his left foot on the bench, clattered the wooden table, and cried out loudly: "Boss, as I say, gather the brothers, rush straight over, put the knife on his neck, a blacksmith, and tell us what rules." ”

Blacksmith...... Henry McCardy glanced at them with a look of disdain in his eyes, and then squinted against the bar and continued to play his instrument gracefully. Dexterous fingers press on the keys, playing a moonlit chapter, bringing a different feeling to the noisy tavern.

"Yes, I've never seen such a madman, I only do one business a month, and I don't do it until the ninth day, and I need ten times the materials in the end, this is to slaughter us like fat sheep!, or it is not for the mission......" Another mercenary echoed angrily.

"Shut up!" the mercenary leader shouted as he glanced around.

The two of them were drunk by the mercenary leader, and they seemed to have woken up, and they glanced at the door vigilantly, and saw that the tavern owner was immersed in his own world, so he put his mind at ease, lowered his voice and asked carefully: "Is the blacksmith very famous, why did that big man send an S-class mission to him to build weapons?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, this risk-free mission is rare to receive, let me be cautious!" The mercenary leader glanced at them, afraid that they would do bad things, thought about it, and finally guided them in a low voice: "This kind of rare material, he dares to ask for ten times, and he will build it on a specific day, what does it mean?"

"What does that mean?" both looked confused.

The mercenary leader shook his head, looking like you were hopeless, and then explained bitterly: "Ten times the material, it means that it is very difficult to build, and the error rate is high, otherwise who would dare to take that big man's things." Since it is very difficult, it must be on the ninth day......"

"It must have been a special day. One of the mercenaries blurted out.

"That's right, there must have been something we didn't know about that day, maybe it was the right conditions to improve the success rate that day," the other person seemed to understand, and took it, excitedly following the reasoning.

The mercenary leader nodded with satisfaction, the training effect is good, the progress is great, and they have learned to answer.

"Drink, drink......" The three of them all looked suddenly enlightened, and showed each other a smile that you also understand, and laughed.

Then, with a reverie of the blacksmith they had not met, the three of them raised their glasses and continued to drink freely.

......

Ari lifted his calves and stepped into the store in one step, his agile movements trembling as he walked at the entrance of the village, like a magic fox, extremely flexible. The sill, which was calf-high, didn't seem to cause him the slightest trouble, and he slipped into the store without noticing.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his aura eyes stared in the direction of the counter, and he opened his fleshy little arms and crazily hugged the wine barrel.

"Little Eri, you've come to steal my wine again. A sound of gnashing teeth came from above. Ari felt a flower in front of him, and a figure came in front of him.

Ari craned his neck angrily, and after seeing Henry McCardy's face clearly, the expression on his little face couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then he grinned abruptly, and smiled extraordinarily brightly.

"Bah... Yikes... Hug..."As if he had seen someone close to him, his outstretched pink little arms turned to him and hugged him.

Henry McCardy is not tall and handsome, and his body is also a little thin, not only does he not have a handsome and sunny face, but most of the right side of his face is occupied by a hideous scar, which makes him look a little unapproachable, and his thin face shows a sickly sallow, only the palm of his hand may be because of playing the piano, and he is maintained like a noble lady, white and not stained with a trace of dust.

With the way he looks, it's impossible not to scare a crying child. Unless the child is blind or stupid, Ari is not blind or stupid, but cute.

So, so when little Ari made a pair of kisses, hugs, and lifts high, he also stayed for a moment, and subconsciously opened his arms.

By the time he came to his senses, little Ari had already pounced on his legs, nimbly avoiding his calves, and rushed straight to the barrel, his movements agile and his eyes still shining.

Before Ari arrived, Henry, who had reacted, raised his eyebrows, sneered, and his slender palms came first, picked up little Eri's back collar, lifted him into the air, turned him around, and stared at Little Eri with gloomy eyes.

"Babbling, babbling......" Little Ari waved his white lotus-like arms, and there was no trace of fear in his big clear eyes, but he stared at him with a pair of big eyes, looking at him innocently, as if he was curious about what he was doing.

"I'm afraid you won't drink this wine!" Henry McCady stared at him for a moment, grinning widely, and the scar on his face became even more hideous. He frightened him in a vicious tone: "Little Eri, the good wine in my cellar is all ruined by you, don't think I don't know. ”

Thinking of the dripping liquor, he felt a little distressed, and opened his mouth and said: "The barrel gate is open and I don't know how much you wasted, just the few sips you drank, do you know how much you wasted." ”

"Yikes... ...... babble" Ari opened his mouth wide and wrestled his fingers in the air, as if he was really thinking about the question.

Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Henry McCardy sneered and put him on the counter: "The floor is full of wine, and the small footprints left behind, who else can there be but you!

Let you wind from east to west, north and south, I look like an innocent and curious baby, and life is rare and confused?

Henry rolled his eyes and sighed! He really couldn't help it, he was desperate too! The whole village of Bran, who hasn't been harmed by this little guy...... The bellows of the blacksmith always have a few extra parts, the apothecary's beard is inexplicably ignited by the burning potion, and the mercenaries play the game with him for a year to know why he chooses copper coins every time. Maybe that cute face is too deceptive.

Although I know that the perpetrator is in front of me, this innocent and well-behaved expression, hey, don't say it, it looks stupid, whoever believes it is really stupid!

Hmph, Algert, the blacksmith, and Garthas, who claims to be the master of the apothecary, were bullied by a child, and if he - he would definitely go straight to get the wine, he was not stupid, he couldn't afford to provoke him!

Hey, it's just spending money...... Let's keep it safe.