In the corner of the tavern, there was a group of people who looked out of place with the crude and savage mercenaries around them. They were also dressed as adventurers, but they were neatly dressed, without the unpleasant smell of sweat as ordinary adventurers, and were well-armed, more like a well-trained private army.

The leaders of the gang were a young man and woman, with a toned body and outstanding appearance.

At this time, their attention was also attracted by the stunned Qing who had just entered the door, and looking at his clumsy and shy performance, several people shook their heads slightly, and quickly withdrew their gazes.

Two large glasses of turbid ale were brought to the noble young master and servant, and the noble young man picked up his own cup of ale and drank it all like other adventurers.

But he had just taken two sips before he coughed and put down his glass, and the wine and foam spewed out of his mouth, looking very embarrassed.

"Oh my god, it's worse than horse pee."

The aristocratic young man had a look of disgust and surprise on his face, and the reality seemed to be a little different from what he had imagined.

"Haha, it looks like this kid has drunk horse urine.."

"He should go home and smack the cow's pacifier, that's what works best for him. ”

The adventurers were once again amused by the appearance of the youth, and all kinds of ridicule continued to sound in the tavern.

Compared to the young man, his servant, the young man behaved even better, holding a wine glass that had already taken off the small half of the glass, and his expression was still the same.

Bai Jingjun, a young aristocratic man who knew that he had lost his face, turned red, he stood up nervously, and then deliberately shouted at the bar: "I suddenly remembered that I still have some things, I will drink this glass of wine later, boss, you have to keep it for me..." Your wine tastes good, maybe I'll order a second one.."

The laughter in the tavern was louder.

After dropping these words, the aristocratic young man hurried away with his servants with a face full of shame.

A beautiful young girl in the corner group shook her head amusedly, and in her eyes, the aristocratic youth was like a clown who had been exposed to a trick.

The aristocratic young man had just left the tavern when there was a sudden silence in the tavern, and then several groups of people stood up in unison.

"It's my turn, guys. A fierce man with a tall horse and a scar on his face squinted his eyes and said, "Don't break the rules." ”

Several people around Dahan touched the sword in their hands at the same time, and the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

But soon, it eased up again.

"You're right, one person at a time, you can't break the rules. Someone spoke first, and then sat down. The group sat down again.

Scar Man smirked, "Let's go, guys, don't let the fat sheep run away." ”

The Scar Man took the lead and went out with his adventurers.

This scene was seen by the girl in the corner, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes, and she turned her head to look at the handsome young man beside her.

"Brother.."

The handsome young man silently poured half a glass of ale into his mouth and said, "Don't be nosy, Gwen."

"But they..."

The handsome young man shook his head slightly: "That kid will be fine.. At most, they were robbed of their money bags and stripped of their clothes.. They didn't dare to take his life yet.."

The girl frowned, her eyes wandering back and forth between the handsome young man and the tavern door several times, but finally did not speak again.

...

Carlo walked unhurriedly through the hustle and bustle of the streets, with a lazy attitude, and there was still a little bit of embarrassment before.

"It is said that disguise and deception are one of the devil's best skills, and you didn't do well just now."

Merlin followed Carlo's footsteps.

"Most of the minions are like that... Dear Lord Carlo, allow me to make a small suggestion. Beyond the Misty Mountains is the territory of the elves, and there is no need for us to waste time in such a place."

Carlo suddenly stopped, smiled at Merlin, and held out a palm to Merlin.

Merlin felt the cold hairs all over his body explode instantly, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and a great sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart.

He seemed to have almost forgotten what kind of monster was hidden under the seemingly gentle and polite beautiful skin in front of him.

But the hand was just a gentle stroke over the top of his head, on the soft flaxen hair.

"Little Merlin. "We have a long life, and you are only seven years old, and you should learn how to add a little fun to your life," said Carlo in a gentle and seductive tone. ”

Merlin buried his head low, making a meek and well-behaved appearance.

"I see, Lord Carlo."

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Carlo smiled meaningfully: "Look, isn't that what the fun is?"

...

The scarred man blinked, the sweat on his forehead kept rolling down into his eyes, and there was a sour and spicy feeling, but he didn't have the courage to wipe it, and even the action of swallowing the saliva in his mouth was extremely difficult.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if I had been to a butcher's slaughterhouse. In front of him, all kinds of mutilated limbs were displayed horizontally and vertically.

A quarter of an hour ago, they were in their perfect form, following them excitedly, but now they were all scattered parts.

The murderer who caused all this was standing in front of him, a young man who looked like he was only eight or nine years old. In his hands, he conjured countless ice blades as if by magic, slicing his companion into pieces.

And the so-called fat sheep was sitting on a large rock not far away, watching this scene with great interest, and he even took out a red wine glass and shook it gently.

The scarred man fell to his knees with a thud, "Honorable Magician, I didn't mean to offend you, please spare me this time.."

But no matter how he begged for mercy, the magician boy still looked at him with indifferent eyes, and the spinning ice blade reappeared, and the scarred man was nervous for a while, and a yellowish and smelly liquid oozed from between his legs, and he was incontinent.

Suddenly, there was a squirming voice not far away, and the hope of birth bloomed again in the eyes of the scar man, and he wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but the words were blocked in his throat and never had a chance to come out.

The ice blade with bright red blood stains disappeared into thin air, and the Scarred Man turned into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Quick, Merlin.." Carlo stood up suddenly, his scarlet eyes shining, a thrill at seeing a new toy.

"Remember, now we are the fallen nobleman and his poor little servant."

The smile on Carlo's face retracted, and he looked panicked.

...

The adventuring group moved cautiously, they maintained a shuttle-like formation, with experienced members exploring the way ahead, and the handsome young man Matthew and his sister Gwen at the core of the group were surrounded by everyone, whispering to each other, in the treacherous Misty Mountains, this is the best way to explore.

Suddenly, the Pathfinder raised his hand in a defensive gesture, and all of them clenched their weapons in their hands, their faces full of vigilance, ready to respond to any danger that could arise at any time.

The next moment, the bushes in front of everyone shook violently, and two figures stumbled out.

"Thankfully, we were finally saved.." One of the figures cried out in delight.

Only then did everyone realize that the two were the pair of noble masters and servants they had met in the tavern before.

"Why are you here?" Matthew blurted out incredulously.

"Huh?" the aristocratic young man looked dazed, "We were brought here by a group of adventurers, and they said that there were flowers of seven colors growing here..."

"Seven colors... Is it the flower of life?" said Matthew, with a look of teaser in his eyes.

The aristocratic young man made an expression of sudden realization, "Yes, yes, it is the flower of life... They said they would help me find it if I was willing to pay a thousand gold coins."

Gwen burst out laughing, and the rest of the people had mockery on their faces.

What a stupid guy would believe that the petals of the legendary Elven Tree of Life would appear in such a place.

Matthew shook his head helplessly, and then asked, "And then, they took you to find the flowers?"

"No.." There was great horror in the eyes of the aristocratic youth, "A pack of white wolves jumped out, and their mouths would spit out sharp ice blades, and those adventurers died."

"Icefanged wolf?" Matthew asked incredulously, "only you escaped?"

"Of course. The aristocratic young man looked frightened, patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, my martial arts skills are exquisite, and my escape speed is very fast. The slow guys were dead in the blink of an eye. ”

The adventurers looked at the master and servant with complicated eyes, looking at their appearance, what this noble little white face said should be true.

These two idiots were really shit lucky, and they were able to escape from the mouths of a pack of ice-toothed wolves.

As for what he said about "superb martial arts"?

Maybe even the ice-toothed wolf was afraid that eating these two people's brains would make them stupid.

"Where did you find the Icefang Wolf?"

Matthew was obviously thinking more, if the Icefang Wolf appeared in a place close to what they were now, everyone would be in danger.

"Far away.." The aristocratic young man exaggeratedly said, "I'm almost out of breath..."

Who knows how far away you mean?

Matthew frowned slightly, and then instructed the people around him to carefully expand the scope of exploration.

"You two, follow the markers all the way back to the town. ”

"No, we're not leaving. The aristocratic young man suddenly shook his head resolutely, "I came to the Misty Mountains this time to find the legendary Dark Forest, and I promised my father before I went out that I would bring him a beautiful elven girl as his wife." ”

Matthew laughed angrily, it's a miracle that this idiot has survived until now.

He waved his hand, reluctant to say more.

"Where are you going?" the aristocratic young man coughed lightly, avoiding everyone's gaze and whispering, "If you stop by, I am willing to join you."

Everyone was almost numb to the cheekiness of the aristocratic youth, and Matthew said with a blushing face: "We don't go to the Dark Forest, it's a pity that we don't go way."

"It's okay.." The aristocratic young man took the opportunity to answer and said with a natural expression: "I don't mind taking a detour, after all, the adventure journey is too boring if there are only two of us, master and servant."

Matthew couldn't bear it anymore and was about to open his mouth to scold, but Gwen beside him quietly tugged at the placket of his shirt.

"Brother, if you leave them here alone, they may not survive tonight."

"These two guys are going to kill us all.." Matthew was a little angry.

Gwen immediately promised: "I'll take a good look at them." ”

Matthew was finally defeated by his sister's soft eyes, and reluctantly said, "If they do anything that is not good for the team, I will expel them as soon as possible."

Gwen nodded vigorously.

The aristocratic young man was very excited to join the adventure party, and he just wanted to greet everyone loudly, but was stopped by a stern look from Matthew, and was forced to lower his voice.

"You're so lucky to have me on board... My servant is the best cook in the world."

No one paid any attention to him, because he clearly had the word "fool" on his face.

Only the kind-hearted Gwen couldn't help but remind: "You follow the team and don't talk, otherwise it may cause big trouble for everyone.."

Gwen's opening made the aristocratic young man's eyes light up, and he stepped forward to talk:

"Beautiful young lady, can you tell me your name?"

Gwen was very helpless about this nobleman who seemed to be born with a lack of roots, she hesitated for a moment, but still whispered back: "My name is Gwyna Weil, you can call me Gwen, that's my brother, Matthew..."

"What a nice name. The aristocratic young man made a noble etiquette that he considered to be dashing, and said, "My name is Merlin Ambrosius, and you can call me Merlin." ”

(Legend has it that Merlin once appeared at different times in the form of children, old people, women, youths, dwarfs, and animals)