The Tavern of Zangfeng is located in the southernmost part of the entire city-state of Lordaeron.

As its name suggests, it is a place of warriors, mercenaries, smugglers, and countless people with many identities.

These people enjoy fighting and brawling on weekdays, and at night it becomes a blessed place for arms smugglers. Due to its remote location on the outskirts of the city, even the sheriff who manages this area is too lazy to take care of it.

The group that wandered into the tavern was mainly composed of great men, some of whom were warriors, some were down-and-out knights, some were low-level mercenaries, and the highest rank was only a mid-level knight at best.

But although they are generally of lower rank, they are happy to discuss the affairs of the strong. After all, for ordinary people who are eager for power but have limited talent, it seems that proudly speaking out about these continent powerhouses can add luster to their faces.

Moreover, not long ago, the Great War of the Orcs took place, and the glorious deeds of the heroes who resisted the invaders had already spread throughout Lordaeron.

High-ranking knights, paladins, these words that are usually unreachable, and the big people who rarely show their faces, actually gathered together in the same war, fought side by side, and expelled those monsters from Lordaeron, just thinking about it makes people's blood rush.

Mortals always like to worship heroes, sing praises to heroes, and hope that heroes are perfect. In this way, the deeds of Uther and others were spread to the people.

The Tavern was filled with smoke, and people were talking about the orc war that had just passed.

In the center of the bar, a man nearly two meters tall and a somewhat thin figure shouted loudly. He grabbed the flask in his left hand, the roasted pig's trotters in his right hand, and the wooden stool with his feet, chewing his food vigorously while spitting and telling something.

And around him, there are rough men surrounded by bare-chested people. Some of them were young and some of them were middle-aged, but the only thing they had in common was that they all listened to the thin man with great interest, and let out a low laugh at the end of the thin man's story.

"Alright, Lagash, who doesn't know that you're the best at bragging, saying it almost as if you had been through that battle yourself. A middle-aged man with a somewhat athletic physique and a beard on his face teased at the thin man.

And the big men around him also burst into laughter along with his words...

"That's not right, Vanes. ”

The thin man named Lagash glared at the man who had just spoken, but there was no anger in his words, he seemed to be accustomed to the ridicule of everyone, "Although I didn't go to the battlefield myself, who of you here doesn't know that I have an older brother who is a soldier?

Hearing this, some of the people present put away their laughter.

After all, they knew that although Lagash liked to brag and put gold on his face, his own brother was a real imperial soldier. On several occasions his drinking buddies even saw him receive letters of condolence from the family of General Alos (Captain Lordaeron, Álvaro's deputy).

"So according to you, the last person to kill the monster leader is really the legendary Holy Magister?"

"Isn't it? That's what my brother told me personally!"

Speaking of this, Lagash was in a state of unpleasant reluctance. He settled down, quickly took a bite of the roasted pig's trotters, and chewed hard.

At first, he didn't believe that a magician could kill a powerful warrior on the other side, after all, in the more than twenty years since he was born, let alone a magician, even a magic apprentice, he had never encountered it.

The profession of magician is too far away from them, and in his cognition, and even everyone present, those great magicians, holy magicians or something, although their strength is strong, they are only heard of, and they have never witnessed it with their own eyes. Therefore, some people preach about how powerful the magician is, and they never take it seriously.

"It is said that that monster, even General Uther and General Farrar could not fight for a long time, and that Holy Magister only used one spell to kill that monster!"

"Really!?"

There was a roar of amazement from the crowd around them.

They had no way of knowing the true strength of the orc, but they knew the strength of General Uther.

As one of the strongest paladins in the continent, General Uther has always been an idol in the hearts of countless people, and the monster who can tie with him is definitely not weak. Able to slay that monster with just one spell, is the Holy Magister really as powerful as the legend says?

At this moment, some people are a little shaken by the inherent concept of magicians...

While everyone was talking, the door of the tavern was opened, and a tall, sturdy man in animal skin armor entered, and the drinkers along the way laughed when they saw him, and by the way, they avoided the sides and cleared a road in the center of the tavern.

The man walked through the crowd and walked straight to the bar, smiling and throwing out a shiny silver coin, "Old rules, a glass of ale, a seven-ripe roast leg of lamb!"

"Okay!"

The tavern owner laughed out loud and shouted behind him, "A glass of ale, a roast leg of lamb!"

The man stopped talking, turned around neatly, and sat down directly on an empty stool.

"Yo, isn't this our Mr. Tagley? I heard that you took advantage of this war to go to the Mercenary Guild to get oil and water, what, this is a fortune?" a drinker leaned over with a hippie smile and teased at the silent Tagley.

Tagley propped his chin on one elbow while the other took out a straw from somewhere and put it in his mouth, "Don't mention it, this damn mercenary guild." Originally, Lao Tzu went to the Mercenary Guild to report some time ago, thinking that I would be able to receive a few bounty tasks of higher value, but I didn't expect them to arrange for me to go to Shining Gold Town to be responsible for transporting strategic materials, the reason was that 'the war is imminent, and the army is not manpowered', what bullshit!"

Seeing Tagley's sullen appearance, everyone erupted in laughter, and this time even several diners at the adjacent table slapped the table with laughter, apparently they also knew Tagley's living treasure.

"Hey, who told you that you're just a mere D-class mercenary, there's no way. Ragash stopped his 'speech' and walked over to Tagley's side and patted the former on the shoulder with his large, greasy hand.

"Cut, get out!"

Tagley pursed his lips and slapped Ragash's greasy big hand away, glancing at the skinny Lagash with disdain, "You talk a lot!"

After saying that, Tagley no longer paid attention to Lagash, who only knew how to speak cool words, he leaned on the table happily, and whispered to himself: "Didn't you say that if war breaks out in the empire, there will be many opportunities? Why haven't I encountered any of them, am I too unlucky?"

"These opportunities are reserved for those high-ranking mercenaries and the children of nobles, how can the easy and easy-to-earn mercenary tasks be left to you?" a middle-aged man beside Tagley shook his head and smiled.

He knew that Tagley had some skills, and in this tavern, Tagley was good, but not top-notch. He doesn't like to be inhibited, he likes to be alone, he never obeys any bullshit assassin organization, but he also loses many opportunities to make money because of this.

After all, who would go out of their way to hire a killer who was not well-known and was not affiliated with the Assassin Order?

If he accidentally gets caught during the assassination and loses the restraint of the Assassin Order, if he is overwhelmed by the heavy punishment and secretly tells the name of the mercenary, wouldn't it put the mercenary in a disadvantageous position?

So no one would dare to take such a risk to hire him...

"Hey, when am I going to make a lot of money!"

Tagley kept banging his head on the table and making a 'chest-pounding' look, causing the tavern to burst into laughter.

At this moment, the wooden tavern door was opened again...

This time it was a man younger than Tagley, and his cold temperament made the pleasant atmosphere in the tavern froze.

Instead of walking to the bar like a normal diner, the young man stopped at the door and swept his cold eyes to the crowd, "Who among you is Tagley Singer Hicomia?"

"Who is this man?"

"What's going on?"

In the tavern, everyone looked at the young man in front of them, looked at each other, and talked about it.

"I am, do you have anything to do with me?"

Seeing that the person who came was not someone he knew, Tagley stepped forward with a puzzled face.

Almost no one would refer to him by the title "Singer", not even some of his fox friends in private, as it was the title he used during his time in the Assassin Order.

And now that the man in front of him will call him the title, then there must be only one purpose...

"Price?"

Tagley asked in a low voice that was just the two of them.

"100 gold coins!"

"What... What!?"

Hearing this number, Tagley was really taken aback, you must know that even within the organization, the assassination of a dignitary is only a matter of a dozen gold coins, and the man in front of him actually bid for 100 gold coins?

It can be seen that the guy this man wants to get rid of will not be an ordinary person!

Tagley swallowed, and it took a long time to reluctantly settle his mind, "Name?"

The man looked around with cold eyes, then took out a note from his cuff, handed it to Tagley, and said in an inaudible voice: "This evening, on the outskirts of the East City, the Ash Manor. ”

After speaking, he stopped talking, but turned around and silently left the Zangfeng Tavern, leaving a sound of discussion.

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, it took Tagley a long time to come back to his senses.

He silently opened the note in his hand, and when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the name written on it, Tagley's pupils suddenly dilated, and even the hand holding the note began to tremble uncontrollably...