These days, my wife seems to have become a different person, as long as she is busy with housework, she hides in her room and fiddles with the small box that Ed has sent. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This rare silence provided me with the opportunity to listen intently to the story, and the old man said that this adventure story began at the Alex Tavern, when he was still very young.

Alston was known as the City of Wisdom at the time, but who could find some wisdom in the gathering place of the poor, and how much mercy the great king could show in this foul-smelling, foul-strewn alley. After all, in the eyes of the common people, the royal power is always supreme, even if it is suddenly pushed down by the guards on the street, even if it is trampled by the hooves of the honor guard, if the pain of the body is suddenly shrouded in the glory of the royal power in an instant, most people will feel that there are no regrets in this life, and in the days to come, the moment of glory when they see the king will always be on their lips, even in the eyes of outsiders, the glory of the king has nothing to do with him.

The old man said that he had experienced some things personally, including the war of the Bunirs, the decline of the Elves of Calby, and that several times his life had been resolved by his wit.

Through the old man's narration, I finally learned the origin of the name of Muddy Water Alley. It was the most disgusting place for the Austonians, dirty, shabby, and full of disgusting smells, and the only reason for Muddy Alley to survive at the time might have been that Alex's Tavern was still open.

In the evening, an Auston boy named Andy would run to the tavern to earn money, after all, his elderly mother and disabled father needed some nutrition, although they didn't say it, but Andy was more than willing to do it. Chores couldn't be easier for him, but the innkeeper was too bitter and mean, and she would be scolded if she was not careful.

Hearing this, I seemed to be able to sense that the speed and scope of the bad temper spread far greater than that of the plague, and the length of time it lasted was frightening. Otherwise, my wife who was born in Muddy Water Lane should be a virtuous and virtuous beauty, even if she is not a beauty, her temper should not be so bad.

The old man said that Alex was the most notorious tavern in the whole city of Auston, with bandits and bullies and a miasma of smoke inside the door. Except for a few children of the widow's Bunier in the neighborhood who were willing to help out at the tavern, there were no other neighborhood workers willing to come here to work and earn money. Over time, Andy and the Bunier kids became very good friends.

In the evening, the bandits and bullies from around Auston come to the tavern, on the one hand, to show off their strength to the various forces in the tavern, and on the other hand, to enjoy the beer brewed in the tavern. If the most attractive thing about the tavern is the opportunity it offers to make money, then the most attractive thing about the bastards inside and outside the city is the big body of the proprietress and her mysterious winemaking skills. No one knows why the house-brewed beer in Alex's Tavern is so hard to put down the more you drink it, but the beer is more appealing than the hostess's black teeth. Even the most vicious villains are as docile as sheep as long as they drink these home-brewed beers.

In addition to the bandits and bullies, the most frequent visitors to the tavern every day are the coolies of the docks, who carry a few shy copper plates in their pockets, order a glass of beer and drink it all. Drunken coolies are often ugly, some of them talk to themselves but their expressions are sluggish, some of them hold their glasses and let the beer foam splash all over their bodies, and some even shout insults at the cold walls, and if they begin to vent their inner dissatisfaction, they will turn the entire tavern into a place of slaughterhouse noise.

For Andy, it was no surprise to see such a scene, he found that the coolie who usually spoke little became extremely irritable because he drank beer, and the usually brave and fierce bandit bully became a shrew full of nonsense because of beer, at least that's how the proprietress described them.

Due to the language, Andy and the Bunier don't talk much to each other, but they will look at each other and laugh if they see interesting scenes at the same time. Andy has been getting along well with these little Bunniers for half a year, and they know very well that sometimes the trouble does not necessarily come from the proprietress of the proprietor, and once the coolie loses all the copper plates in his pocket, they will find an opportunity to quickly hide in the corner of the tavern. Because of the coolies who lost money, they habitually thought that all their money had been stolen by these filthy children.

On the night of the incident, everything was business as usual, with a tired Andy wiping down the stairs with a dirty rag and the Bunier kids busy with their own work. At this moment, a stinking coolie poured a stomach full of beer and staggered into the corner. Andy and Little Bunier feel that things are not good, but it is too late to hide. The drunken coolie watched the tavern proprietress count their sweat-soaked money behind the counter, and the smug expression suddenly made him lose his mind, and the shirtless coolie grabbed the nearest little Buniel.

The little Buniel's name was Eric, and he panicked and shouted loudly in the hope that he would be able to stop the coolies below him or get the attention of those around him.