Margot swallowed a sip of wine and hurriedly continued: "I have always been respectful to Her Majesty, sir, I swear. He poured another large sip of whiskey, his eyes widening from the intensity of the drink. He shook his head desperately.

"Queen Proudmoor has treated us well," said the merchant, "and after the Demon Bug Legion was driven out, she helped us establish our own tribe. What you say is true, but it is not the Queen's responsibility. I've known many priests in my life, and most of them don't even deserve to lift my shoes, but the queen is different. If anyone dares to despise her, they will lose people's hearts. ”

"I don't mean to despise the Queen, sir." Margot said, his voice trembling a little from the big sip of whiskey, "But don't you think it's strange that no one has negotiated with the native worms about the wood mentioned by the gentlemen?" He pondered for a moment: "Maybe she has tried, but the protozoa doesn't agree." ”

The captain swallowed a sip of ale and said, "Maybe they want her to get her out of the North Outpost." ”

"We ought to get out of there," said the merchant, "and the barren land is a neutral area, as it was said from the beginning. ”

The soldier grimaced and said, "If you think we're going to give up there, you're crazy." ”

"That's where the protozo defeated Admiral Prodmoore," Margot said. ”

"Yes, it's hard to say anything about the world. Queen Proudmoore is a wise leader, and her father is a fool," the merchant shook his head, "we should have put this scandal behind us, but it's hard." Unless—"

The captain interrupted him: "If you ask my opinion, I would say that we should expand to the area north of the North Outpost. ”

The merchant seemed enraged—though it wasn't Eric's business. He neither cared nor wanted to know - and said, "Are you crazy? ”

"It's your madness! Protozoans want to squeeze us out. They are now all over the Divine Continent, and we only have Lamour. It's been three years since the battle against the Demon Worm Legion ended, are we still going to live an inferior life in our own territory? -- Stay in the dunghill of the city-state. ”

"Lamour is no worse than anywhere else," the soldier argued, but the rest of his words fell to the other side, "The territory of the protozous is indeed larger than ours, and that's why we can't give up the North Outpost - it's the equivalent of a natural barrier outside the walls of Lamour. ”

"And," the first mate grinned at his ale. "Protozoans don't like us to stay there, so we prefer to stay there. That's why. ”

"No one wants you to talk." The merchant said malice.

The other man sitting at the bar—Eric shifted his steps, and now he could see that it was the dock bookkeeper—said, "Maybe that's the way it should be." The behavior of the protozoans leads one to think that they are the masters of the Origin World, not us. But this is our turf, and now it's time to act. Protozoans are not humanoids, and they don't even belong to this world. Why do they dictate our lives? ”

"However, they have the right to live their own lives. Isn't it? The merchant asked.

The soldier nodded. "It has to be admitted that their heroism on the battlefield earned them that right. If they hadn't ......," he drank down, then pushed his glass toward Eric, "a glass of ale." ”

Eric hesitated, his hand already reaching for the bottle of Grog. Since the opening of the shop, the soldiers have never drunk any other alcohol when they come back. Drink only grogg wine.

However, Eric is inconvenient to ask a regular customer who has been patronizing for three years. Besides, the guest can drink whatever he wants, as long as he can afford to pay the bill, even if he wants to drink soapy water. Eric had to sell it to him too.

"Actually," said the captain. "This is our world, we were born to be. The protozoa are just outsiders, and they should have gotten out of the way a long time ago. ”

And so the discussion continued. Eric poured several more glasses of wine for his guests and tossed a few used glasses into the sink so they could be washed. It was only when he filled the merchant with another glass of ale that he discovered that Margoz, the initiator of the whole conversation, had quietly left.

He didn't even tip. Eric shook his head in disgust. The fisherman's name has long been thrown out of the sky by him.

But he still remembered that face. I don't know if he'll spit at this bitch's glass next time - just drink a glass of wine and get into such a big trouble. Eric hates people who cause trouble the most in his life. Inexplicably nasty.

More and more people are complaining about protozoa. At this moment, the big man sitting next to the soldier raised his fist and slammed it towards the bar, and the ale in his cup spilled onto the skull of the demon worm. Eric sighed, picked up a rag, and wiped it up.

For a long time, Margot did not dare to walk alone on the dark streets of Lamour.

Of course, there is no need to worry about criminals in such a place. Everyone knows each other, and even if they don't know each other, they can toss and turn to get into a relationship. So the crime rate here is quite low. And even if someone commits a crime, Queen Prodmore's guards will bring them to justice as quickly as possible.

However, Margot was so thin that tall and strong people always took pleasure in bullying the weak, so he always avoided going out alone at night. You never know when those strong men will jump out of a dark corner and beat you up just to show how strong they are.

Margot was beaten several times. Later, he gradually learned how to please them and win their favor, so that he would not be beaten.

But now, he doesn't have to be afraid, he is not afraid of anything, because he has a master. Although Margoz had to do as he was told, this time the master promised to repay him with strength and wealth. In the old days, he only promised to save his life. Although this is tantamount to reacting violence with violence, Margoz feels that it is suitable for him.

The salty sea breeze gently blows across the water and into the harbor. Margoz took a deep breath, the saltiness of the sea water made him feel energized. At the Demon Buster Inn, he doesn't tell the truth: he's a fisherman, but he's never a successful fisherman.

And he had never fought against the Demon Bug Legion. By the time he arrived, the war had already ceased. He came here just to find a better job opportunity. When he was at Kul Tiras, he never caught enough fish - he was not to blame, he did his best. But the owner of the dock ignores this, what should I do?

What can I do? A severe beating.

So he came to the world of origins. It was just in time for the wave of immigration. Thousands of people flocked to Theramore, hoping to find a job making a living in the humanoid tribe under Queen Prodmore. But Margot is not alone in fishing, and he is far from being a good fisherman.

Before his master appeared, he was hungry and could not even feed himself with the fish he caught, let alone sell them. Several times, he wanted to hold the anchor and jump into the sea. It's a hundred.

Luckily, his master showed up. Everything is fine.

After a while, Margot arrived home. It's a modest apartment. Although he had complained many times that the room was unventilated, the furniture was worn and worn, and the house was full of rats, the owner would not allow him to move to a better house. And he thought Margot was whining, so he simply sat back and ignored it. And he also warns him that doing so will definitely attract attention, and all Margot has to do now is not be discovered.

Tonight, he's been sent to the Demon Buster Inn to spread the word against the protozoa. Before that, he had never dared to approach such a place, and those who liked to beat people often gathered in the tavern, and he preferred to hide from them.

Needless to say, he was used to hiding from them.

He walked into the room. In the room, there was a mattress as thick as a slice of bread, and the burlap sheets on it made people itch when they slept all over. It is only used in particularly difficult winters. There was also a lantern in the room and nothing beyond that. A rat hurried over and burrowed into a crack in the wall. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9