The southwestern edge of the imperial capital of Eloonis, the old town. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the dimly lit space, several chandeliers worked hard, releasing a dull yellow light, and the old filaments rattled. The old brown wooden floor was spread on the floor, and there was a huge wine cabinet on the gray wall, and all kinds of wine were placed in containers in the wine cabinet, and next to the round wooden table, the men were open and holding wine glasses to drink, sometimes roaring roughly, sometimes raising their feet on the ground to beat the beat, and the floor was trampled to squeak.

The magnetic disc on an old-fashioned gramophone rotates rapidly, and music comes out of the microphone, setting off the smoky environment.

This is the tavern of the old town, with a sign hanging on the half-open door, the tavern is a mixed place here, the old town, as its name suggests, is the only place in the prosperous imperial capital that has nothing to do with the word prosperity, and it is also a neglected place, where only those who are unemployed or ** and the like gather. The tavern is the only place in this dilapidated area that is worthy of the inhabitants of the area, and it is often the most enjoyable thing for the people here.

But for some special people, this is a suitable place to collect intelligence, and the old city is an abandoned place, so it is relatively "free", as long as nothing serious violates the law happens, it will generally not be noticed by the high-level of the moon and night world, so any kind of news can circulate here without concern.

Next to the bar, the white and slender arm slowly lowered the wine glass in his hand, the wine inside had bottomed out, and the bubbles floated on the liquid surface, sometimes gathering together, sometimes scattered and bursting.

The tavern keeper shook the white cloth in his hand and wiped the wine glasses clean one by one, while constantly shifting his gaze to the man sitting at the bar, he was draped in a black cloak, the hood was over his head, his head was bowed, his face was completely buried in the shadows, mysterious and eccentric, like a down-and-out wanderer, although this kind of person often haunts the old town, but the wanderer is not as generous as this person, he has scattered wine bottles at hand, all kinds of different brands are high-end goods, each of which sets off this drinker, ordinary people often need two glasses of the most ordinary cassava beer is enough to satisfy them, and then they would sit in the tavern for a long time with the wine that could be drunk in a few sips, and talk freely.

"Boss, another 70 year old Romani. The cloaked man pulled out a handful of shiny coins again.

"Are the guests in a bad mood?" the boss took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet behind him, and the purple-red liquid was precipitating on the bottle, "There is no shortage of people who come here to drink to vent, but you don't seem to be the same, you have a familiar but strange aura on you." The boss sniffed his nose and twitched twice in his left eye, which had a scar.

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm going to go to hellish places, drinking and getting guts, just not wanting my legs to tremble when I stand there. The cloaked man said casually, but said the exact opposite of his tone, and the boss's busy hands suddenly stopped, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

This kind of chilling atmosphere, this person doesn't seem to be joking.

"Guest, you are really a different person, I can feel the heavy breath on your body, it must be carrying something. "The boss quickly returned to normal, he used to serve in the Knights of the Moonlit Night, and now although he has left that organization, he still retains the skills that he once tempered, at least the ability to look at people.

"What really binds people is the painful memory, and when I step into this place again, the scenes that I don't want to remember tend to occupy my heart again," The cloaked man said slowly, obviously in a flat tone, as if he was telling some poem, but he couldn't stop the deep hidden sadness in the words, the boss's heart trembled a little, he quietly listened to the man in his ear, the bar is still a bar, but he has a feeling as if he has returned to the time when he was a knight, the blood-spattered battlefield, the corpses and weapons collapsed in pools of blood, the wails reverberated in the red-stained sky, the pain and sorrow broke through the cradle, turned into demons, and sang evil above the heads of the people who fought each other。

The boss shuddered violently, and his consciousness returned to reality, there was no painful devil above his head, only the old chandelier flickering.

"I'm sorry for saying something strange," said the cloaked man, "just a little melancholy, remembering the past." ”

"It must be a very sad past," said the boss, "and forget it if you don't want to think about it, sadness is really the devil, and it will swallow people's hearts." ”

"Boss, you're also very strange, obviously there can't be a person like you in this kind of place, who can say such meaningful words," the man smiled, "Who doesn't want to forget, you can break free if you forget, but how many people can break free, sometimes the reality is like this, everything seems to be predestined, the road can only go straight to the end of the tragedy, no matter how you want to escape, but in the end you have to face everything, when you have to face it." ”

"This dilapidated area also has advantages, it is very free, because it is too much ignored, so it is not too constrained. The cloaked man said again.

"But the people here are the ones who have been given up by life or the world or the poor people who have given up on themselves, and I just want to have a quiet place to stay here without so much strife. The boss said.

The gramophone clicked suddenly, a few seconds of silence, then a subtle sound of disc reading, and then a new tune, long and feminine, reminiscent of a sad story.

New drinks were poured into the glass, and the cloaked man picked up the glass and prepared to drink it all again.

"Hey, did you hear that?" someone whispered in the back, "I heard that the descendant of the Plath family has been taken to prison, and it seems to be the same moonlit prison tower." ”

"Is it the very tall white tower, I always thought it was some kind of lookout or something. Someone else said.

"Idiot, that tower is supposed to be the biggest and strongest prison, and it's full of the worst or the worst of the worst crimes. The other laughed and scolded, "However, I don't think the people who enter it are worthy of being called human." ”

The spout of the glass, which was close to his lips, suddenly stopped moving, and the cloaked man lowered the cup in his hand.

His lips pursed together, as if savoring the caustic words coming from behind him.

"Hmph," the cloaked man snorted softly, "it's the one who worries my sister, if it's really not a person, wouldn't it be too infuriating, this word really makes me angry." ”

"What kind of crime did you commit to be locked up in that kind of place," the conversation behind him continued, "I heard that the person who was imprisoned is the third son of Plath's generation, and he should still be a child, what can a child do?" ”

"The hell knows, we don't need to close so much in this kind of place, but I really don't dare to think about it, I heard the old gentleman of my family say that the Plath family used to be the most famous nobles, but since the last war, their family seems to have fallen into an evil spirit, and now there is only an empty courtyard, do you remember the accident more than ten years ago, it is said that the situation was extremely dangerous at that time, and it almost turned into a bloody disaster, just because of that time, the Knights of the Moon Night, which had been greatly weakened because of the war, was hit hard again, it seems that at that time, there were also sacrifices of people at the rank of knight commander. ”

"Ah, I remember," said the owner of the other voice, looking a little nervous, as if he had really seen something terrible, "that night was terrible, the sky was dyed with blood by the light of the fire, and I could clearly hear the seeping roar and choking smell of blood coming from thousands of miles away, and it was as frightening as if it were close at hand, even though it was so far away. ”

"I heard that the accident seemed to be the culprit of a daughter-in-law of that family who had just married into the door, and then they all seemed to die, which is really sad. ”

"But, I still remember that there was a knight captain who was also from the Plath family, do you think it would be ......?"

"Okay gentlemen, I think this topic should be almost over, although the tavern is a place where you can talk freely, but everything has to have a degree, and some people are disgusted with you," the rough third person's voice suddenly inserted into this conversation, and the two people chatting turned their heads in shock at the same time, and a pair of swarthy hands put two glasses containing fuchsia liquid on the table, and the liquid was churning in the cups like waves because of the sudden shock.

"Boss?" one of them spoke, the other party looked a little stunned, the man in front of him was wearing a faded outfit, the sleeves were rolled up, revealing the muscles on his arms, the hands holding the cup were still holding the glass like a threat to continue to add force to the wall of the cup, making a slight noise, the tavern owner was full of meat, yellow beard, and a cigarette was in his mouth, and the smoke was spewing out wisps in his nostrils, quite a ** boss's posture.

The old town is the old town, and even a person in business has a sense of arrogance.

"Boss, every time I look at you up close, it feels like I'm looking at the tip of an old machete. The man smiled a little awkwardly.

"These two glasses were invited to you by the guests at the bar over there," the boss let go of his hands and pushed the glasses over, "He doesn't seem to like your topic right now, and I hope you don't talk too much about it." The horizontal flesh on the boss's face shook, and he casually turned his back to the back and pointed back, "Simply put, it is to tell you to shut up." ”

"Uh, who?" the other man scratched his head and tilted his head, and there was no one in sight, the bar was deserted, only an empty glass at the bottom, and a pile of wine bottles scattered next to it, and coins slumped by the side of the wine glass. Although this tavern is currently in a busy time, the people who sit at the bar and drink are usually troubled and drunk alone, and the rest of the people prefer to gather at a table alone and chat while drinking.

The door to the tavern is open at some point, it is creaking and not closing, and the characteristic of this kind of door is that it automatically closes when it is pushed open.

It's like someone has just gone out.

"Boss, you're not kidding us, luring us into drinking and then asking for money," the man said, retracting his head, "you don't mean it, there's not even a figure in that place." ”

"Isn't it enough to have good wine to drink, this is what the guest who sat there just now ordered for you, but you need to exchange the two of you not to mention the topic just now, I think you still don't want to know so much about the specific situation. The boss said, his face suddenly changed slightly, "To be honest, it doesn't hurt to tell you at all, that person doesn't feel like an ordinary person to me, how to put it, that person makes me feel like a wolf." ”

"Wolf?" the person who was rewarded for drinking was still in an inexplicable state.

"Well, it's still a wounded wolf, this wolf has been licking his wounds alone, burying a deep grudge in his heart, suppressed for many years, maybe he doesn't know it himself, but I seem to be able to feel the ruthlessness hidden in his heart, as if waiting to show his fangs again. The boss sighed. "I've read countless people anyway, I can't be wrong with that feeling, you'd better not talk too much, he probably has his own story, the world is getting more and more peaceful, if you want to live a long life, it's best to be a little bit of a man. ”

"Oh," the other party seemed to understand the meaning of the boss's words, and nodded, "Boss, I heard that you are a retired knight?"

The boss thought to himself what a god turn, and he organized the language and said, "Well, sort of." ”

He took a hard puff of his cigarette and puffed out the clouds, "When I was a knight, the war twenty years ago was not over, and I was wounded in the war," he pointed to the scar on his eye. This is the trace left after the treatment, but it is a great disaster, but after that I left the Knights, that kind of uncomfortable and depressing experience I don't want to experience anymore, since God has treated me so well and let me live, I thought to myself to simply spend the rest of my life quietly, so I chose here, which can be regarded as a separation from the prosperous world, out of the world, so there is still a bit of a god. ”

"Wow, that's really good wine. One of the two people who were rewarded took a sip of the wine glass while the other was talking to the boss, as if attracted by the tempting color, he took a sip and felt the pleasure of the liquid sliding down his throat, and there was no shortage of people who knew how to drink in these downtown residents, "This should be made by the most famous winery in the winemaking city in the east of Eloonis, look at this unique color and this wonderful taste, I remember that there is a good wine called Platus, it can't be this." ”

"Idiot, this is Romani, the treasure of my town shop. The boss said.