Mocara looked at the warrior in amazement, and perhaps he should have used the tone of his peers to pull the kid to drink with him. After all, the Frost Worm considers itself an adult. He patted the thigh of the half-round wood worm, "Okay, then let's go." Set off to the Bloodworm Mountain and tell the king that we have triumphed! ”

In the towering new Fashi Tower, far from the battlefield, another person also felt infinite grief for Chen Feng's death. She covered her mouth and forcibly controlled her emotions, but two lines of hot tears still seeped through her hands and dripped onto the crystal ball......

Eric behind the bar. He was busy wiping the ale that had been stained on the skull of the demon worm. At this time, a stranger walked in.

The Demon Guest Star Hotel is rarely visited by the living. It's often a busy day, and it's rare to see a fresh face. Since they were all regular customers, Eric remembered almost everyone by name: he never cared who patronized, he cared if the guests were rich or not, whether they were hungry and thirsty.

The man sat down, looking like he was waiting for someone, looking for something, certainly not looking at the dark wooden walls anyway.

Of course, even if he wanted to, he might not be able to see it clearly. The inn has no windows, and the only light fixtures are a few torches. He didn't look like he was looking at the small round wooden stools scattered on the floor. Eric never bothered to set up his tables and chairs, and guests sat wherever they liked, as long as they wanted.

After a while, the stranger stood up, walked over to the wooden bar, and asked, "Is anyone greeting?" ”

"Nope." Eric said. Spending a fortune on a waiter seemed to him completely unnecessary. If guests want to drink, they can come to the bar and order it themselves. If they drank too much and couldn't even go to the bar, he didn't want them to drink anymore. Drunks are especially fond of fighting. Eric runs a quiet inn.

The stranger slapped a silver dollar on the bar: "What's the most expensive wine you've got here?" ”

"Wild boar spirits from the North Estate, native insect body liquor, brewed in ......"

The stranger wrinkled his nose and said, "No." Don't proto-worm wine. ”

Eric shrugged helplessly. People's preferences for alcohol have always been bizarre, and he has seen firsthand people fight over which is more delicious, beer or corn whiskey, no less intensely than politics and religion.

However, whether the gentleman in front of him likes the wine of the proto-worm body is none of Eric's business. "Then a glass of corn whiskey, made last month."

"Deal!" The stranger slammed his hand on the tabletop, shaking the husks, kernels, and some crumbs that had been piled on top of it. Eric only cleaned the bar once a year - it didn't look like a demon-worm skull - and the guests didn't bother to look at it. Eric felt that it was unnecessary to take the time to clean up a place that everyone was ignoring.

A soldier who often came to the store to drink grog liquor - and a regular customer - turned to the stranger and asked, "Can you talk about what makes you hate proto-worm wine so much?" ”

The stranger shrugged. Eric struggled to remove the bottle of corn whiskey from the cupboard and poured some liquor into a decently clean glass.

"It's not that I hate it, sir—I hate protozoans." The stranger held out a hand, "My name is Margoz." Professional fisherman. I have to say that I am not very satisfied with this season's harvest. ”

The soldier neither stretched out his hand nor introduced himself. "It only shows that you are not a competent fisherman."

Sensing the hostility in his words, Margoz lowered his hand and picked up the glass of corn whiskey. "Sir, I am a good fisherman - the harvest was good every season when I was in Kultilas. If it weren't for the situation, I wouldn't be here. ”

The merchant sitting on the other side of Margoz shouted, and the spit star flew into the ale in front of him: "Forced by the situation? Very good! You're here to fight off the demonic bug army? ”

Margot nodded: "I'm sure most people come here for this reason. I thought I could make a new life in Rahman on my own. But - it is simply not possible, those damn protozous have taken over almost all of the water. ”

Eric agrees, but he disagrees with Margoz's conclusions.

He himself came to Lamor after the defeat of the Demon Worm Legion. Not to go to war - when the war was over - but to inherit an inheritance.

His brother Olaf died in battle with the Demon Bug Legion, leaving Eric with a large sum of money. With this money, he can open a hotel that Olaf has always dreamed of opening after demobilization.

Furthermore. He also obtained a demonic worm skull, which Olaf had cut off with his own hands on the battlefield. Previously, Eric had never wanted to be his own boss, but there was nothing particular he wanted to do anyway. So he opened a hotel to commemorate his brother. And Eric is convinced that the people who live in Lamore will flock to it.

Because the name of the inn symbolizes the defeat of the demon worm, it is of great significance to the establishment of the city-state. Things turned out to be as he expected.

"I don't share that view." The soldier said, "Fisherman, since you have been in battle, you should know what the protozons have done for us. ”

"The problem is that I'm not sorry for what they've done, sir," said Margos, "but for what they're doing to us." ”

"They took advantage of it." It was a captain who spoke, sitting at a table behind the soldier, "Even in Thorn City. The spirits are always happy to leave repair points and docks for the native insects. Just last month, I waited half a day to get a vacancy. And the protozoa, who arrived two hours later than me, turned out to be the turn of the worm right away. ”

The soldier turned and said to the captain, "Then change places and don't go there." ”

"It's not like you can't go if you don't want to." The captain scoffed.

"It's like they sometimes have to go for repairs." The man sitting next to the captain spoke—Eric thought the man was the first mate, for they were dressed very similarly, "and they cut down all the oak trees on Mount Rhema for the sake of shipbuilding. What do they leave us? Spruce that doesn't work, that's all. They hid all the oak trees, and that's what they did, and kept all the good timber for themselves. Thanks to the soft garbage, sooner or later our ship will leak to the bottom. ”

A few voices whispered.

"Looks like you all want the protozoa to disappear from here?" The soldier slammed his fist into the bar, "If it weren't for them, we would have been eaten by demonic insects!" It's a fact. ”

"No one denies this." Margot took a sip of corn whiskey, "But the post-war supplies shouldn't be distributed like this." ”

"Don't forget, the protozoa used to be slaves." The voice came from the other side of the bar, and Eric couldn't see who the man was standing by, "It's a humanoid, it's a demonic bug." Shouldn't they be condemned for wanting to take everything by force now? ”

"Absolutely. If they dare to steal my stuff again, I'll definitely give them some color. The captain said.

The merchant nodded, "The protozoa don't belong to this place. They came from another world, and it was the Demon Bug Legion that brought them here. ”

The first mate muttered, "Perhaps, it's time for them to go back to their hometown." ”

"Think about Queen Proudmoore's decision." Margot said.

Eric frowned. There was silence in the inn. Just now, people were quietly commenting on their views and judging those who participated in the discussion.

But at this moment, when Margoz mentioned Prodmore's name, and, in a contemptuous tone, everyone was silent.

It's so quiet. During his three years of running a hotel, Eric discovered that shopping usually happens in two situations: when the hotel is too noisy; Or maybe it's when it's too quiet in a hotel. And the latter often causes more trouble.

The soldier who sat next to the previous soldier stood up—his shoulders were broad, and although he didn't speak much, he opened his mouth with a terrifying sound like thunder, and the skull of the demon worm was rattled on the bracket. "Anyone dares to speak ill of Queen Prodmore? Looks like his teeth are unwanted! (To be continued......)