What happened next during the night, Lena's memory was a little blurry.

She kept telling herself that she should leave the burning inn as soon as possible, but this was her home, and she could only find security here, so she stayed until the fire in the kitchen made it difficult for her to breathe.

At that moment, the kitchen fell to the ground with a raging flame, and the flames that had been thrown into the hall were finally extinguished by Otick and the other maids.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, Lena began to take care of the wounded without stopping. Otick cowered in the corner, sobbing and shaking.

Lena ordered another waitress to take care of him, and she began to treat the wounded.

She worked non-stop for hours, trying to restrain herself from looking out, pretending not to hear the terrifying voices of destruction and death coming from outside.

Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be more and more wounded, and that there were more people lying on the floor of the inn than at the beginning.

She looked up in a daze, and saw the crowd pouring into the inn, the wife holding her husband, the husband holding his wife, and the mother reporting her dying child.

"How?" said Lena to a stalker soldier who staggered in, who clung to his arrow-pierced arm. "What happened, why did everybody flee here?"

The soldier looked at her with dull, wounded eyes. "It's the only house left," he muttered. "It's all burned, it's all ......"

"No!" Lena stiffened, her knees shaking. At that moment, the soldier passed out in her arms, and she was forced to brace herself to take care of him.

The last person she saw before she pushed the soldier into the room was Handrick, standing in the doorway, staring blankly at the burning town. The tear stains and soot on his face interlaced to draw a ridiculous trace.

"It must have been a misunderstanding," he kept reading, his hands twisted. "There must be a misunderstanding somewhere. ”

That was more than a week ago. In the end, it turned out that the hotel was not the only intact building. The dragonmen have long known which houses are useful to them, and they only destroy those that are useless.

The inn, the blacksmith shop of the Thai brand, and the grocery store were not poisoned. Blacksmiths have always been built on the ground, as it is not safe to have a hot furnace in front of a tree.

But the rest of the buildings were relocated to the ground, as the dragons found it inconvenient to climb the trees.

King Myana ordered the dragon to move the buildings to the ground. When the space was cleared, a giant red beast reached into the inn with its claws and grabbed it.

When the dragon landed heavily on the blackened grass, the dragons burst into cheers. Shomaster Tod, now the town's administrator, ordered Otick to begin repairing the inn at once.

Dragons have a special fetish: they love spirits. On the third day after the town was occupied, the inn reopened.

"I'm much better now," Lena told Otick. She straightened her back, wiped away her tears, and wiped her snot away with her apron. "I haven't cried since that night," she said, not so much talking to him as to herself.

Pursing her lips tightly, "I won't shed any more tears!" she said firmly, getting up from her chair.

Otick couldn't understand, but was glad that Lena had regained her composure before the customers arrived, and he hurried back to the back of the bar. "It's almost open," he said, trying to make his tone sound exciting. "Maybe we'll have a lot of customers today. ”

"How can you take their money!" Lena growled.

Otik was scared and made her angry again, and looked at Lena pleadingly. "Their money is just as much money as everybody else's, and even more valuable than other people's money these days," he said.

"Humph!" said Lena. Her red curls kept jumping as she walked angrily. Otick was well aware of her personality and took a few steps back.

But it was still too late, and he was caught. She poked his big belly with her hand. "How can you respond to their bad jokes, or even smiley with them?" she said angrily.

"I hate the smell of them! I hate the way they look at me, and I hate their cold, scaly hands touching me! One day I'm going to ......"

"Lena, please!" Otik pleaded. "Think about it for me! I'm too old to be a good slave in a mine!

And you, if you don't work here, they'll take you away tomorrow. Please, please be a good girl!"

Lena bit her lower lip in frustration. She knew that Otick was right. She risked more danger than being sent to the mines, and now a convoy of slaves passed through the town every day.

And the enraged dragonmen moved their hands without mercy, and it was impossible to leave any alive. As she thought about it, the door to the inn slammed open, and six dragonman soldiers entered.

One of them tore down the "rest" sign on the door and threw it in a corner.

"You're already in business. One of the monsters said, settling down hard.

"Yes, of course. Otik smiled weakly. "...... Lena"

"I see them. Lena said slowly.

There were very few customers at the inn that night. Most of the current customers are dragons, and occasionally the residents of Velo come up for a drink.

But they usually don't stay long because they can't stand the monsters around them, and the memories of the massacre make them unforgettable.

Tonight there was a group of big goblins watching, watching the dragonmen cautiously, and in the corner sat three men from the north, dressed in towers.

They had fought for the Great Warrior, but now they were addicted to the sheer pleasure of killing and searching for loot. A few of the residents of Ville cowered in the corner. The Great Shrine of Hendrick did not appear in this place where he often went and went.

In gratitude for the service of the great priest, King Mömminna gave him the honor of being the first to work in the mines. Towards evening, a stranger entered the inn and sat down in a dark seat by the door.

Lena was completely invisible, wearing a heavy cloak that covered most of his face.

He felt very tired, and the way he sat down made it seem as if he couldn't even stand on his feet.

"What do you order?" asked the stranger.

The man lowered his head and pulled the hood down a little more with his thin hand. "Don't, thank you. He said in a soft, foreign voice. "Can I just sit here and rest? ”

"How about waiting for a while?" said Lina with a smile.

The man looked up, and she saw his brown eyes flickering. "All right," said the stranger. "I'm a little thirsty too.

Give me a glass of ale. Lena turned back to the bar. As she filled the ale, she heard more customers coming in behind her.

"Just a while. She shouted, not having time to turn around. "Find a random place to sit down, and I'll go over and greet you at once, and she looked back at the people who had just come over, but almost knocked over the cup in her hand.

Lena took a deep breath and struggled to control herself.

Don't let them be discovered!

"Just find a place to sit, stranger. She said loudly.

One of them, a big man, seemed ready to say something. Lena winked and shook her head vigorously.

Her eyes focused on the group of dragonmen soldiers sitting in the corner. A bearded man led the group of strangers past the seat of the dragonman soldiers, who looked at them with interest.

They saw four men and a woman, a dwarf, and a Kander. Everyone's cloaks and boots were covered in mud. One of them was extremely tall, the other was extremely strong.

The woman, dressed in fur, walked by the hand of the tall man. Everyone seemed to be very tired.

One of the men coughed heavily, and walked with almost all his weight leaning on a very strange-looking cane. They walked across the room and sat down in a far corner.

"More refugees," one dragon man said disdainfully. "The humans seem to be healthy, and the dwarves are known to be hardworking. I wonder why they haven't been captured as slaves yet?"

"Soon it will be. As long as Xiu Master sees them, it will be. ”

"Maybe we should take care of this ourselves," the third drake frowned in the direction of the strangers.

"No, it's my shift. They won't get far anyway. ”

The others laughed and continued to drink the spirits. There were already a lot of empty cups in front of him.

Lena brought the ale to the brown-eyed stranger, quickly lowered the glass, and walked briskly towards the new guests.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly.

The tall, bearded man replied in a low, hoarse voice. "Ale and food," he said, "and give him a glass of wine," he pointed with his chin at the man who was coughing.

The frail man shook his head, "Hot water is fine," he whispered.

Lena nodded and left. She habitually looked at what had been the kitchen. Then, remembering that it had been burned, he turned and walked to the makeshift kitchen that had been built by the goblins under Ryuta's supervision.

As soon as she entered, she picked up the whole pot of spicy potatoes in one hand and startled the cook.

"A glass of ale and a glass of hot water each!" she shouted to Desra behind the bar. Thankfully, Otick got home early, and Lena was glad for that. "Yizhong, this table is for you to entertain!" she said, gesturing to the table full of goblins.

She slammed the pot on the table, peeked at the dragons, and made sure they were all concentrating on drinking, when she suddenly hugged the strongest man and gave him a passionate kiss, and the man's face couldn't help but turn red.

"Oh, Calamon," she said, lowering her voice happily, "I know you're going to come back to me!

"Alright, alright, alright!" Calamon said, patting her awkwardly on the back and looking at Robert in the hope that he would come and help him quickly.

The half-elves quickly intervened, their eyes fixed on the dragonmen.

"Lena, calm down," he told her. "There's someone else next to you!"

"That's right," she said in a hoarse voice, standing up and smoothing out her apron. Placing the plates in front of everyone, she began to spoon the spicy potatoes into everyone's plates, and Desla served them ale and a glass of hot water.

"Tell us what happened to Willow?" Robert asked, his voice a little stiff.

Lena quickly gave an overview of the current situation in the short time she had been dividing the spicy potatoes, and filled the plate of the Cargent with double portions. The partners listened with solemn faces.

"So," Lena concluded, "every week, the convoy of slave laborers goes to Paktakas. But now they have taken almost everyone. Only a few of the worthy ones remained, like Telos.

Efield, I'm worried about his safety. She lowered her voice. "He cursed me last night and said he didn't want to work for them anymore.

It all started with the elven captives—"Elves, how did they end up here?" Robert asked, surprised not noticing that he raised his voice.

The dragonman turned his head, and the stranger in the corner looked up. Robert kept his mouth shut, and waited until the dragonman turned back to drink before continuing to ask Lena about the elves. Just then, the dragons shouted for more ale.

Lena sighed. "I'd better go over there first. She put the pot down. "I'll put this pot here and finish it. ”

Everyone ate without appetite, and the food tasted nothing. Rodrith stirred up his strange herbal recipe and drank it, and the cough eased almost instantly.

Calamon looked at Lena thoughtfully as she ate. He still remembered her warm body and soft lips.

Happiness flowed through his body, but he began to worry about whether the story he had heard about Lena was true. The thought made him sad and angry.

One of the dragonmen raised his voice. "We may not be the kind of men you're used to, sweetheart,"

It said drunkenly, its scaly hand touching Lena's waist. "But that doesn't mean I can't let you have fun. ”

Calamon growled in his throat. Shi Ben also heard these conversations, and put his hand on the sword with a frown. Robert grabbed the knight's arm and said hurriedly, "You two, stop me!"

We're in the occupied zone! This is not the time to act bravely! You too, Calamon, Lena can handle it herself. ”

Indeed, Lena deftly dodged the dragonman's claws and returned to the kitchen in anger.

"So, what do we do now?" Hubble muttered. "We came back to Villo to buy supplies, but all we saw was a large group of dragonmen.

All that remains of my house is a pile of ashes. Robert is missing even the tree he used to be, let alone his home.

All we have is a platinum disc from an ancient god, and a mage who has learned a few new spells and is sick to death. He pretended not to see Rodrith's displeasure.

"We can't eat platinum plates, and mages don't make food, so even if we know where we're going, we'll starve to death before we get there!"

"Are we still going to Haven?" asked Crimson as she looked at Robert. "What if the situation is as bad as it is here?How do we know if the Seeker Council is still around?"