The punk adventure had come to an end, but he had been spending time patiently searching for the library on the Cyborg Eyes, unaware that in a nondescript little plane of the multiverse, a decadent young man in a sackcloth robe was sitting in a chaotic pauper's tavern, sipping glass after glass of inferior liquor.

According to ancient legends, this plane was originally just a desolate half-plane floating around the astral plane, and it was transformed by a legendary mage known as the "Dead Wind Lantern", bringing immigrants from other planes, and after a long period of development, there is now the popular Modigfik.

Of course, the legend is called a legend because it cannot be verified, and according to legend, the powerful spellcaster who created the Modifik plane never returned after an unknown "trip", and the world once ruled by the legendary profession was truly freed............

Perhaps it can be called freedom, at least on the surface, the Modifik plane has not welcomed a new legendary professional for nearly 200,000 years, even if it is "legendary" here In addition to those ancient legends, there are only two kingdoms with huge populations and occasional wars ruling over tens of thousands of cities, and the illiterate poor people have been repeating the dull and difficult days for generations, and ordinary people can only brag about a glass of inferior wine in such a tavern once in a while.

There is no elegance or sophistication, and the stained floors and cracked wooden wine glasses are the backdrop for this pauper's entertainment, and while the tavern owner will follow the tradition of inviting a crappy bard to sing the vulgar tunes that people like to see, the loud bustle of the drunkards is long enough to ignore the bad singing that goes out of tune to the grandmother's house.

How is it possible that people of real status and status would come to such a place?

Just as it is impossible for a wealthy boss to eat barbecue at a roadside stall, this kind of endless quarrel at night will only disgust the nobles and professionals, and even drunkards tend to avoid it when they are not drinking, let alone the truly powerful who have a lot of money.

At least in the eyes of Aina, the maid of the tavern, the people she comes into contact with every day will always be a bunch of drunken drunkards, no matter how many years have passed, and she, a little girl of only seventeen, will always be a dusty woman who pays "fifty copper coins a night" in exchange for extra wages to support the family, and she is really a good match for these drunkards and this tavern.

However, as the saying goes, there are thousands of people, everything is different, and the drunkards in the tavern are also different, some drunkards are the kind of guys who don't hit or get beaten for a day when they have nothing to do, some drunkards are the kind of idiots who brag loudly when they get drunk, and some alcoholics...... Well, or there is another "drunkard" who is completely different from other drunkards, because only this man who drinks liquor one after another and sighs one after another will sit in the most remote corner without making noise or noise, quietly.

It's as lonely and lost as the moonlight at night.

It seems that although he sits in the most typical inferior tavern, and wears and drinks the worst linen clothes and the worst liquor mixed with water, his temperament is incompatible with ordinary drunkards, which is of course one of the reasons why no one talks to him.

It must be admitted that a strange person who is incompatible with the environment is sometimes quite easy to make people curious, especially for girls in their youth, this kind of man who exudes a "story" all over his body has a very special mysterious attraction, after all, even if this girl's job is the kind of business of "fifty copper coins a night", it doesn't mean that she doesn't have the joys and sorrows of normal people, does it?

So on such a noisy and chaotic night, Anna, who had avoided the seven or eight groping pigmen around, loyally mustered up the courage to pretend to be calm and walked towards the mysterious man.

"Fifty copper coins a night, how about this little brother? I'm the most punctual one on this street."

Gently pulling the short skirt up, Aina, who originally wanted to "chat normally" but showed a white thigh, was completely a little habitual to say her words of solicitation.

Well, maybe it does sound a little too straightforward, but there is no need for too much concealment in this kind of place, the skin and meat business is also a business, and the business is to clearly mark the price in order to be happy, not to mention that this young man in linen clothes is still quite handsome when he looks closely, if something really happens, Aina feels that she will definitely not mind.

Well, yes, it's just that the "feeling" won't mind, after all, she doesn't have the capital to "choose" whether to mind or not.

“............”

"Bells".

It was the sound of a silver coin dropped on the table.

"Go get another bottle of wine, and leave me alone."

He yelled impatiently like a real drunk, and the man who drank the liquor in his glass looked a little confused and unconscious.

Although his lack of consciousness does not look like he is under the influence of alcohol............

The price of a silver coin is still quite "not to be underestimated" in this kind of tavern, after all, this is the value of Aina for two nights, not to mention buying a bottle of inferior wine, even ten bottles are enough.

Generally speaking, since such a generous "tip" has been received in the hands of such a guest who seems to be in a bad mood, the tavern waitress of the real old fritter will naturally follow the instructions of the guest and bring the drink, and will not try the superfluous doubts that may lead to her being beaten.

But the young Aina is not an "old fritter", and seeing that the man in front of her is far more generous than the average drunkard, she is even more curious about her guests.

In the little maid's mind, it is impossible for those fools who do not leave the barrel without spending all the money to take out a silver coin, and those who can squander it casually must be ............ People who have a serious family business!

But shouldn't such a man work day and night for a living, how could he sit in a tavern and sigh while drinking?

Aina was sure she had seen the man five nights in a row, and that every time he drank, he would use a scary "drink yourself to death" stance until the next morning.

So driven by a combination of curiosity and sympathy, this time while carefully putting away the silver coins, she did not immediately go to get the liquor as before, but chose to carefully whisper to the decadent man:

"This ...... Sir, you've been drinking non-stop for five nights in a row, and if you go on like this, the human body will collapse, why don't you go home?"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors