Early morning. Bear Slaughter Inn.

Located in the northeast corner of Fort Travis, this inn is at least thirty years old, and the first-floor bistro is even older, and almost everyone in Telvisburg knows it.

The tavern owner was a middle-aged fat man, with a sinister smile on his meaty face, and he didn't look like a businessman, but like a thug who slipped out of a gladiatorial arena.

The tavern isn't small, but it's not big either. It's just that no matter what time of day it is, the tavern will always be packed.

This place is very close to the Mercenary Guild, and mercenaries from all over the world come here to receive a mission, and they will come to the tavern to have a drink of Zhuangxing. After all the hard work, when you come back and hand in the mission, you will come to the tavern to drink and celebrate the rest of your life. Therefore, there is no shortage of people in the tavern who are eager to get rich overnight.

Over time, the Bear Slaughter Hotel became the second largest mercenary distribution center in Fort Travis, after the mercenary union. Mercenaries, adventurers, treasure hunters, and black market merchants from all over the continent gather here to drink and have fun while exchanging information with each other and doing a few illegal petty trades.

This morning is no exception.

The sun had not yet fully risen, and the dim and flickering lights of the tavern were always filled with a strong smell of alcohol and the smell of fat powder on the woman's body. The clanging of glasses, the clutter of tables and chairs, the bustling of conversations, the rough swearing of the tavernkeeper, and the occasional laugh of a prostitute fill the tavern in a lively and chaotic atmosphere.

Squeak -

The tattered wooden door, which was suspected to have existed since the founding of the country, was kicked open, and a cold breeze blew in with snowflakes outside. One wore a worn pirate hat crookedly on his head, and his clothes were sloppy and shabby. The guy with a small straw stick in his mouth appeared in the doorway.

The drunkards all looked over and saw this man. Burst out laughing. A mercenary whistled: "Yo, isn't this the famous 'King of Thieves' His Highness Owen! How did you get here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted in the tavern.

It was Owen standing in the doorway, and he still had a stench of mud on him, and a cool morning breeze swept inside. But he looked very good in spirit, and there was a faint excitement in his eyes.

Ignoring their ridicule, Owen stomped his foot hard, shook off the mud stuck to the soles of his boots, and then gave a noble salute to everyone with a hippie smile. Walk straight to the bar.

Arriving at the bar, he casually threw a bulging and crude sheepskin money bag on the counter, and Owen deliberately shouted, "Boss, bring me a glass of Fenus!

A black marketeer sitting next to him knew Owen and knew what kind of character Owen was, and the merchant shook Erlang's legs while picking at the meat crumbs between his teeth, and laughed loudly: "This guy may have stabbed an old dragon's nest and got a bag of gold!"

"Hahahaha-"

The tavern burst into laughter again.

The fat boss looked disdainful and carelessly untied the rope of the sheepskin money bag. He kept muttering, "I said, Owen boy, you still owe me money for drinks many times! I'm afraid you won't be able to drink Fenus today, and this money will be used to pay off the debt!"

But in the next moment, the fat boss's small eyes that were about to be squeezed into the fat instantly widened as big as a bull's eye.

"Ugh. Oh my God! It's gold! It's gold! There's a whole bag of golden sand!" The fat boss exclaimed unabashedly.

As soon as he shouted like this, many people immediately gathered around him curiously. Then all the mouths opened into an "O" shape, so round that they could be stuffed into an egg.

These people are sensitive to gold. By no means inferior to the beast's perception of blood.

"Gold!What gold!?"

In the money bag, it is true. The real golden sand! And it seems that it is still a very pure golden sand! So much golden sand. Most of the people present knew that they couldn't afford to make money in their lives! Suddenly, there was a sound of swallowing saliva, and the eyes of a few ruthless guys flashed, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

The black marketeer who laughed at Owen just now also had an expression of "no way" on his face at this time.

Just kidding! He knows Owen! How could Owen the boy have such a large amount of pure gold! Not to mention that he has never seen it in his life, I'm afraid that even those wealthy Telvis officials don't have much chance to see it! This is something that should only exist in the Duchy's treasury!

"God, that's enough, enough for me to spend ten lifetimes!" all of them stared greedily at the gold, their unblinking eyes glittering with gold, and they did not hide their greed......

"Cut," Owen pouted disdainfully, drank the wine of the person next to him while others were not paying attention, and then touched his trouser pocket, and took out an identical shabby sheepskin money bag, and threw it on the table with a clatter.

"And, what?!"

The crowd will faint. On weekdays, Hang Erlang is not doing his job, and Owen Kid, who is so poor that he fights with the land spirit, what kind of windfall did he make and actually got two bags of golden sands at once? !

Could it be that he has discovered a new gold mine!

The fat boss untied the rope of the money bag with a suspicious face, opened the mouth of the bag, and as the five shiny things inside the bag burst out with a strange light, the fat boss almost hysterically shouted: "Oh my God! It's not gold, it's a diamond! It's a diamond! God of light is on it! Is this really a diamond?!"

Diamonds! That's a treasure a hundred times more valuable than gold!

"Oh my God, it's a real deal! Look at how tempting this is!" exclaimed one of the mercenaries.

"What a big diamond! I've never seen a diamond this big!, damn it, it's been an eye-opener today!" said the other mercenary, swallowing his saliva.

"I recognize, this is no ordinary diamond, this is the Okla Magic Diamond!" said a very senior old black merchant.

"The Okla Magic Diamond?!It's the kind of special diamond that is specially used by magicians to cast large magic, and is ten times more precious than ordinary diamonds?!"

A hunter with a relatively clear mind was the first to react: "Oh my God, Owen, where did you get so many magic diamonds? Could it be that you dug up the tomb of an archmage? Hang yourself at the stake and burn you to death! The Magicians' Guild will not let you go!"

There was a lot of talk in the tavern. Those greedy guys just now, their eyes rolled. I did it all over again.

It's okay if they don't have these five magic diamonds, these people don't mind looking for a chance to "get close" to Boy Owen. Ask him to "borrow" some money to spend. But the magic diamond, damn it, that means even the gold could have something to do with the magician!

Anything that touches a magician must not be touched. They haven't lived enough!

What the hell did this daring Owen kid do!

The people who hang out at the Bear Slaughter Inn all know each other more or less, and they all know what Owen is - vagrants, ruffians, scoundrels, thieves, all the dirty work. This Owen kid is all stained. Regarding Owen's tomb robbery, these guys usually turn a blind eye, anyway, they don't steal their own tombs, who wants to care about that nosy.

However, if Boy Owen was really bold this time and actually stole the Archmage's mausoleum, then if the city guards tracked them down for a while, maybe they would be affected!

In the face of everyone's doubts, Owen just smiled. He raised his head and drank another guy's wine in one gulp, and sneered.

"How dare I, I won't go if you borrow a few of my heads!" Owen smiled as he took the high-grade pure Fennas that the fat boss handed over slightly, and did not put away the diamonds. That's it.

Then a prostitute asked with a complicated look in her eyes, "So, where did you get these things? You know, these magic diamonds." If you convert it into gold coins, you can buy a tenth of Fort Travis!"

There was a burst of exclamations in the tavern.

"Nope. You can buy at least half of it!" a black merchant interjected.

Oh! There was an even louder exclamation.

"You can't really stab the old dragon's lair, do you?" asked Owen one of the mercenaries. Immediately, the others cast him disdainful, idiot-like glances.

Are dragons so easy to mess with!?joke!Not to mention the timid Owen kid?!

But. Now Owen can't seem to be called a "brat" anymore, he is richer than anyone here! even several times more than all the money combined! If the money wasn't stolen, if Owen the kid really found the gold mines, if the gold mines were around here......

Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but look at Owen with a 180-degree change in their eyes. Because, maybe in the near future they will call Owen "Young Master Owen"!

Everyone wants a piece of the mysterious rich Owen!

Owen enjoyed the burning gaze. On weekdays, these people always look at him like a clown, and treat him as the object of laughter after drinking. After all, no one would give a good look to a guy who has no skills, has nothing to do all day long, and lives by touching the pockets of outsiders and digging people's graves.

"Hehe, I didn't expect my Owen to be today!"

Owen remembered the necromancer who gave him these gold coins and diamonds, and he must hold on to it! At that time, he was found out his true identity, and he was almost scared to death! Necromancers are not fools after all, how can they not tell whether they are living or zombies when dealing with dead corpses all day long.

Yes, he was discovered. I thought it would be impossible to escape death, but I didn't expect that the necromancer who claimed to be called Amagan not only did not kill him, but also gave him a large sum of money.

The only request from the other party was for him to purchase a batch of supplies for him.

After all, mages are also human, and necromancers who deal with corpses also have to eat and drink. Out of some fear, the necromancer was reluctant to enter the city himself, so he was borrowed to help.

A bag of golden sand, a bag of Okla diamonds, to buy supplies, and then hire a group of mercenaries from the local area, that's all the necromancer wants. These don't cost a few dollars, and the rest of the money goes to him Owen!

So Owen knew how lucky he was. That's a cash cow, so Owen decides to complete the task given to him by the necromancer. Maybe he can please the necromancer and take him as a servant? Then he Owen can get rid of the thief from now on and become a servant of a magician!

As for whether it is a necromancer or another mage who serves, is there a difference?

For people like Owen, magic is synonymous with mystery. It doesn't matter if he's a necromancer or not. In short, they are all powerful, mysterious, and rich magicians.

Thinking of this, Owen greedily took a sip of wine. In a seductive tone, he said, "Do you want to know, where did I get all this money?"

"Tell me about it!" of course everyone wanted to know. Responding to his words in a hurry.

"Do you really want to know?" Owen casually tapped a finger on the wine table, selling his fill.

"Tell me quickly, you guy! I don't believe you'll get this treasure through normal means!" said the fat boss with an undisguised greed on his face, "If you don't make it clear, maybe the city guards will come to arrest you in a while!"

"Hehe, okay then!" Owen poured the remaining half of the red liquor from the wooden wine glass into his stomach, and his voice suddenly became eerie, "Then I'll tell you about it." Last night I went to the back mountain to rob the tomb. ”

The fire in the fireplace kept beating, and Owen's eyes gradually narrowed, and the fire reflected his face, flickering and flickering.

The sun is rising.

Outside the window, it snowed at some point, and it became heavier and heavier, and gradually there was a tendency to devour the heavens and the earth. This snow was the earliest ever on the mainland. At this time, you may still be able to hear the black-feathered birds that have migrated south standing on old trees covered with dead leaves. This change in climate is most disturbing to civilians and travelers. There are constant wars on the mainland, and such cold weather may be a famine in the coming year.

The sun shines into the tavern. The tavern that is usually noisy and bustling, but now it is immersed in silence.

"Well, you're saying that the old mage only waved it lightly. Dozens of Storm Demon Wolves turned into a puddle of water?"

"That's right. ”

"Wow, that's amazing, that's a strongman who has to have the level of an archmage!"

"He's a magician!"

"Wow......"

"But then again. How could I not know that there was a storm wolf in the Tel Aviv Mountains?" one of the mercenaries questioned.

"Don't interrupt, you know what......"

A group of people sat around the warm fireplace. In the middle sat Owen, enjoying the fine Fennas, which was provided for free. Use stories hundreds of times different from the truth to tell them about their "tomb robbery adventures".

Of course, the drunkards will not be satisfied with the old tale of a badly injured archmage who was rescued by Owen who happened to rob the tomb there before he was dying, and then gave Owen a bag of golden sand and five Okla magic diamonds in order to repay Owen. Even in the face of real gold and diamonds, this absurd story is so believable. So much so that Owen, who describes the rescue process, does not mention that Amagan is a necromancer.

Necromancers, in any race and any country on the continent, are severely beaten and suppressed characters. Since necromancy mostly deals with dead bodies, this trait is contrary to the Holy See of Light, which currently controls the beliefs of the mainland. Therefore, even though necromancy has the power of "one against ten" or even "one against hundreds" that other schools of magic do not have, it has never been accepted by all forces - on the surface.

Owen naturally won't, and doesn't dare to reveal Amagan's true identity. If it gets out, maybe he will be the first to be burned at the stake! Goliath is the Holy See's sphere of influence, and there is a mission set up by the Holy See in Telvisburg.

Admittedly, it's another thing to take people's money and do things for others.

The mad mage Amagan, who claimed to be the "hope of the revival of the necromancer", gave him such a great benefit, he couldn't keep his word. I am not a good character, but I am a noble person—Owen has always thought so.

But how did he know that he could come out so easily, and how could it be that the necromancer trusted his personality. As a necromancer, there are a hundred ways to make an ordinary person do his bidding. Owen didn't even know that he had already been tricked.

"But, in the face of dozens of Storm Demon Wolves at once, aren't you afraid? I mean, the Blood Wolf is a high-ranking Demon Beast, and anyone like us has to finish the game!"

"That's it, I dare say, even the leader of the famous pioneer mercenary group would not dare to face them alone!"

"Cut! I've said it all, I was scared enough! But fortunately, the great magician was shocked in a moment of crisis! It exuded a terrible deterrent power that scared those storm demon wolves, and I had a chance to hide behind the numbers! Mmmm, the next thing is clear, the great magician used his powerful, earth-destroying magic power to destroy those damn monsters!"

"Oh......"

Finally, after drinking the twelfth cup of free Fenus sent by the fat boss, Owen finished the story. And so it goes. Some mercenaries who dreamed of becoming rich overnight decided to become tomb robbers instead......

"Cut. I don't know. Owen ignored the men's madness and put on his pirate hat that had been with him for years. Get up and leave.

At this time, the fat boss blocked Owen's path with his "magnificent" body.

The fat boss stretched out a fat palm in front of Owen and said with a sneer: "Chenghui, plus the previous cup, there are a total of thirteen cups ......of high-grade pure fennas, a total of one hundred and thirty pesos!

I knew it! It turned out that the fat man, who had always been known for his stinginess, would be so generous today to invite himself to drink a full twelve glasses of good wine. It's a complete conspiracy!

However, he is now also a person with "status". Owen happily took out the golden sand, and poured a little sand into the palm of the fat boss's hand under the greedy eyes of everyone and the fat boss's excited saliva.

He patted the fat man on the waist, "I'll be there for a long time!, seriously, your Fenus is the purest in the entire Goliath region!" Owen pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and walked out.

The fat boss was still looking at his golden sands with excitement, and when he estimated their value, Owen outside had magically taken out a bulging money bag from his sleeve. Hehe smiled and counted the money inside: "Well, that's good." The fat man's private money is more than 500 pesos, which can be exchanged for twice the amount of the golden sand that was poured out just now!"

Grinning again, he tossed five hundred pesos into the sheepskin bag, and then threw the fat boss's empty money bag. Imagining the fat boss's horrified expression when he found out that his money bag was missing, Owen was secretly refreshed.

"By the time he found out, I would have left here. Fly high early!" Owen mused, "Well, next." I should go to the mercenary guild first, and Amagan asked me to hire some mercenaries for him? What does he want? Whatever. The rest of the money is mine anyway!"

Humming a minor tune, Owen walked briskly through the not-so-thick snow towards the mercenary union.

As soon as Owen left, a group of people in the tavern were still reminiscing about the thrilling story that Owen had just made up, and the stairs on the second floor of the tavern sounded, and Ge Wei and his party walked slowly down from the hotel room on the second floor.

Ge Wei walked in the front, and behind him he also nodded Frandi. Ares, Franklin, Mai and a few others followed downstairs. The yawning bluefin walked at the back, rubbing his sleepy eyes as if he hadn't slept enough.

The arrival of Ge Wei and his party immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern on the first floor.

Travisburg is located in the heart of the Principality of Goliath, and Goliath is located in the center of the mainland, which is a very developed trade area. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many mercenaries from all over the world coming to Fort Travis to make a living. The Goliath mercenaries are the most famous on the mainland.

Fort Travis is a crossroads, bordering the Cologne Plain to the south, the Cologne steppe to the south, and the dwarven kingdom to the south, rich in precious metals. To the north of Telvisburg is the Seine River, and across the Seine, the plain of the Seine is famous for its empire. To the east is the Tel Aviv Mountains, and on the other side of the mountain, there is another great empire, the Bauhinia Empire.

To the west, more than a dozen countries such as the Kingdom of Gordon are connected together, guarding the Warcraft Forest. It is said that beyond the Warcraft Forest, all the way west is the rumored Elven Realm. But few people can make it through the entire Warcraft Forest. Even mercenaries don't want to do that. The deeper you go in the Warcraft Forest, the higher the level of the Warcraft that infests you, not to mention that the Great Round Lake in the center of the forest has never heard of anyone becoming, and in recent years, even in the middle of the forest, few mercenaries dare to enter, most of them are only active on the edge.

It is precisely because of its accessibility that Fort Travis has become a transit station, where merchants and mercenaries from the north and south will stop, rest, and purchase supplies. Ge Wei and his party were richly dressed, but they didn't surprise everyone much, just that they were a group of wealthy businessmen.

It was the stunning appearance of the bluefin that led to a brief riot. The bluefin starlight dragon princess's psychic force field naturally emanated, allowing everyone who saw him to see a perfect female image of her dreams. Bluefin slowly walked downstairs with a lazy attitude, which made everyone who was still discussing Owen's experience of getting rich instantly cold. For a while, only the sound of Ge Wei and others going downstairs remained.

"The owner, gave us one a breakfast. Ge Wei said lightly to the fat boss, suddenly his heart moved, his movements stopped, and his eyes turned to an empty seat by the fireplace. Irving was sitting here not long ago.

In his seat, Ge Wei sensed a faint aura of necromancy......

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(Ps: Thank you for the monthly pass of the Holy Angel MM, Uncle I, Pakosha, and Guaguafrog!) (To be continued......)