"As long as you can enter the town safely, there should be no problem..."

Zhao tightened his cloak and walked towards Peel Town.

According to Franken's memory, Peel Town is an inconspicuous town on the edge of the Temoa Empire, with a population of about 2,000 people in normal times, and it is a small place with no stone walls - of course, if compared to Poplar Village, it is a "prosperous county", and Francon, the original owner of the previous body, has also been there several times.

Zhao Li soon saw Peel Town from a distance.

Compared to the town of Peel that Franken remembers, the town was as dilapidated as ever, with no tall stone walls, only a tall wooden fence that might defend against wild beasts and low-level monsters, but it was obviously defenseless if the western Nigadian army arrived.

As before, after the sun rose in the early morning, the fence at the entrance of the town was opened, and two militiamen could be seen standing at the entrance of the village with weapons in the distance, which seemed to be no different from before the outbreak of the war.

As for the Taimoya Empire's heavy troop hoarding, Zhao Li didn't see it at all.

The only change was that a simple lookout about four or five stories high was set up at the entrance of the village, and Zhao Li could see a farmer looking at him on the lookout - if it was not Zhao Li, but the army of Nigad in the west, I don't know if this farmer dared to warn him at the first time.

Of course, Peel Town was not defenseless, and according to Franconian's memory, Zhao Li could now see that in a town made of dilapidated wooden houses and mud houses, there was a relatively tall stone castle.

The stone castle is about five or six stories tall, about the height of an observation deck, and is considered the most luxurious building in the entire town - it is the castle of the town's lord.

"Hey, man, who are you and where are you from?"

When Zhao Li, who was alone, walked to the gate of the town, the two militiamen who looked like farmers, but were just wearing simple leather armor, shouted at Zhao Li.

"Franconia, wandering mercenary warrior. ”

Zhao Li knocked on the potholed heavy armor on his own and replied to the two militiamen.

"Well, you're early, let's go in. ”

The militia guarding the door looked casual.

"Dude, I've heard that the Nigadians are coming... Doh..."

It was obviously a wartime state, but the attitudes of the two gatekeepers were exactly the same as before the war, and Zhao Li was a little confused and asked a little strangely.

"So what, even if the sky falls, there will be lords on top of it. ”

The militia guarding the gate sniffed, still with an indifferent face.

At this time, Zhao Li was dumbfounded, no longer asked, and strode towards Peel Town.

As soon as he entered the dirty town, Zhao Li really felt some different atmosphere from before the war.

Now there are simple tents and some large wagons parked in many open spaces and corners of the town, and many people are starting to get up and walk around—these must be refugees from nearby villages, such as Baiyang Village.

And the town is dirtier and smellier than it used to be...

That's right, this kind of town with a medieval backstory is not a good environment.

In this era, there was no town planning and design, let alone rain and sewage diversion, drainage system, and the quality of the farmers in the Middle Ages was outrageously low.

A lot of household garbage, and even excrement, was dumped on the narrow streets, full of sewage, mosquitoes and flies could be seen everywhere, and along the way, Zhao Li tried to hold his breath and move forward.

But in such an environment, there are still people who openly cook on the fire and eat with relish...

Zhao Li also had to be amazed at the filthy endurance of these people—he didn't want to think about what he looked like when he had a water ghost brain and a ghoul heart.

Walking through the dirty, narrow streets of the town, Zhao Li's goal was the tavern.

In this world, taverns and inns are basically the same thing, but they are called differently - in small villages, they are generally called inns, and in larger towns, they are called taverns, and why, this is how this world is set up.

However, the taverns in Peeltown are definitely much livelier and bigger than the "Poplars and Wine Inns".

Soon, Zhao Li walked to the door of a house with a signboard that read "Tavern of the Warm-hearted Bill's Family", and according to his memory, this is it.

Along the way, Zhao Li found that the entire town was really unchanged from before the war, except for a lot of refugees, but he could just find out the news in the tavern.

Taverns, or inns, are the places where every city, town, and village has the most information, circulation, and confusion.

Squeak –

Zhao Li pushed open the activity door of the tavern and walked in.

In fact, before entering this tavern, Zhao Li could hear the lively and noisy sound in the tavern, and his appearance made the voice in the tavern lower a little.

Many people glanced at Zhao Li, and then began to continue to talk noisily, obviously, Zhao Li's appearance did not cause any big waves.

Zhao Li's current image, no matter who he says, will definitely get a unified answer: this is a mercenary warrior who looks quite strong, well, maybe there is still a wonderful story.

Since the Xiong School has been reached level ten by Zhao Li, the basic attributes have improved a lot, and Franken's body has also become a lot stronger, and it looks like the physique of a white muscular man.

At the same time, because in the battle with the werewolf, he was scratched by the werewolf to break his mask and helmet, although Zhao Li's health has now recovered to full, but there are still faint scars on his forehead and cheeks.

Fortunately, it is not the same terrifying scar as the previous world, but a faint scar, not only is it not ugly, but it adds a lot of manly atmosphere to the current Zhao Liping.

As for the somewhat worn cloak and the pitted armor... Well, that's what the more down-and-out mercenaries look like.

Ordinary, ordinary, and unobtrusive, this is exactly what Zhao Li wants to achieve, especially not to make people associate themselves with the dark wizard.

Zhao Li was also like a real mercenary warrior, in addition to ordering some satisfying food at the front desk, he also ordered a mercenary's standard ale.

Zhao Li was eating food and ale as he looked around the tavern.

Most of the young thugs who sat in the taverns of Peel early in the morning were young thugs, and after an all-night night of playing the Kunla cards, the excitement had not faded.

There are also a small number of farmers or militiamen who are addicted to the game.

These are not the goals that Zhao Li is looking for. ()

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