There was silence in the bar for a while, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to leave half a step, and the stinger at the door was ironclad proof of daring to leave. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crowd was silent for a long time, so long that the cloaked people were a little impatient. At last a maid came out of the inner door of the bar, and she carefully sorted out her messy clothes, wiped the tears from her face, and then tried to make a smile and walked to the cloaked man.

"What do you want, sir?"

The cloaked man glanced at the maid calmly, and from her movements, he already knew something he had not known before.

"A cup of agave, remember to add ice." He pushed the Imperial shield to the table.

"Just a drink?"

"Just one cup."

"Okay, please wait." The maid was about to pick up the Imperial shield when the cloaked man suddenly took it back. Just when the maid was a little overwhelmed, he hesitated for a moment and then took out an imperial sword and pushed it to the table again.

The maid was slightly stunned, although she didn't understand his behavior, she still took the heavy imperial sword and quickly walked back to the bar.

The ruffian's body fell to her side, but she didn't squint, as if he didn't exist at all, and during the production, she still smiled sweetly at the cloaked man from time to time, and even deliberately bent down to reveal her deep ravine.

In her eyes, the terrible face of the cloaked man, as if it did not exist, as a woman living at the bottom of this last world, the ugliness of human nature she had seen and encountered was much more terrible than the terrible face of the cloaked man.

And judging by what the Cloaked Man did, it was clear that he was not a very vicious man.

She had long wanted to leave this bar, from this place where she was desperate, but it could only be a luxury, she didn't have a strong man to shelter herself, and she didn't have enough Imperial Coins to keep her out of here.

She could only pin her only hope on these random passers-by, who were always caught and beaten by the ruffians. And today, he not only dared to challenge the ruffian, but even defeated him, this is the opportunity she has never had, although it is slim, but it is much better than not at all.

The cloaked man is none other than K, no, to be precise, he should be called Brahman.

Why should? Because his memories were only a few fragments of the collection, he could remember too few things, and most of the lost memories were still in chaos.

Fan looked at the maid who was showing his amorous feelings to him intentionally or unintentionally, but shook his head without leaving a trace, this is the daily life of the last days, there are no romantic knights and princesses, and there is no protection that the strong should have for the weak, and even the basic moral rules have fallen apart. He had seen too many such things along the way, and in his opinion, what happened to this maid was quite good, and in some places things could even exceed the limits of his imagination.

In such a chaotic end times, strength is the basis for attaining everything, and it is also the source of true evil. And whenever he witnesses these tragic scenes, he always has a heart palpitation inexplicably.

"Could it be that my former self was one of these people?" Brahman also gets into deep thought.

Soon, the maid brought the mixed wine. Van sniffed deeply at the strong pungent smell of agave, took a sip and nodded.

He loved the bitter and intense taste of agave, and every time he tasted it, he always had a strange feeling, as if the wine carried some memory for him.

"Sir, your change." The maid bent down and handed the slowly imperial man in her hand in front of Fan, still trying to show herself in the process, expecting the faint hope.

Fan looked at the maid's painful skin, especially the two plump and bruised scratches, he sighed imperceptibly, took out an imperial sword again, and gently placed it on the maid's flat palm.

He carefully pressed the maid's scarred fingers together, "Get out of here, live the life you want, you have the right to choose." ”

The maid froze for a moment, she thought she was hallucinating, but the cold, warm touch of her palms repeatedly told her that it was all real.

She spread her palms and closed them, closed them and spread them out again, all kinds of emotions fermented in her body, one imperial sword was enough to support her life for a long time, let alone nearly two? She glanced fixedly at the scarred face, and for the first time she really no longer hated the scars in her heart, but felt that he was amiable.

"Thank you, thank you......" The maid clutched the coin tightly in her hand, and just muttered with tears in her eyes.

"Bang bang! What a touching drama. Some cold voices accompanied by the sound of clapping hands suddenly came from the door of the bar, completely ruining the otherwise somewhat warm atmosphere. The door to the bar was pushed open, and a group of Imperial soldiers in combat uniforms entered.

"Ah, the smell of blood." The grim owner continued, pushing away the group of soldiers and stepping out, even with a handful of apparently well-groomed beards, still unable to hide the meanness of his unusually thin lips.

Fan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his brow furrowed, "Imperial Military Department." He roared in a very low voice, looking at the sword-wielding double-headed eagle badge that symbolized the identity of the person who came. These badges have fingerprint recognition, so even if someone snatches them, they can't be used properly.

The Imperial Military Department is still known for its harshness and ferocity, and these guys, who usually live a bloody life, have always dealt with problems in a simple and bloody way. At this point, Brahman, who had only wandered in the frontier for five days, already knew it deeply.

The cold voice smiled lowly, and he walked up to the already fainted ruffian in a few steps, patted him lightly on the cheek, glanced at his ornaments, and then stood up.

"Can anyone tell me what used to happen here? Why would a third-class Imperial soldier fall next to a group of ordinary Imperial citizens? ”

There was silence in the bar, and everyone chose to bow their heads and shrink into the corner of the table without saying a word.

There is, of course, one exception.

"Interesting." The cold voice smiled, and walked towards the only person who dared to straighten up at the moment.

Fan quietly drank the wine in the glass, the strong taste of alcohol formed a strong contrast with his gentle sucking style,

"You don't seem to be afraid of me?" His cold, narrow eyes narrowed, and he sat across from Fan.

"Why should I be afraid of you." Van replied blandly.

A white glove stained with blood was stuffed into Fan's wine glass at a very slow speed, and the blood stains on it quickly escaped into the alcohol.

"You've soiled my wine." Fan's voice was cold and deep.

"So what?" Those narrow eyes were full of provocation.

"Mohan, stop, this kind of matter should be left to our gendarmerie." A magnetic voice echoed at this time, and if you judge the appearance of this person by the sound alone, it must also be a superior posture.

"Huh, gendarmerie?" Muhan first pursed his lips and then said, "Well, then, I'll leave this man to you, Captain Dilier's gendarmerie." ”

Muhan said as he threw the remaining glove contemptuously in Van Fan's face. (To be continued.) )