The hunters gathered around the long table began to heckle, and the noise echoed in Lorne's ears.

"It's a man who makes this one!" called Balza.

"Don't be pushy, little Lorne!" Rainus laughed.

Lorne raised his glass, the dull yellow of the wine scented of wheat. He took a deep breath, pinched his nose, raised his wrist, and kept his Adam's apple moving. The first bite was down, and half of the dark beer was drained.

"Good!" several of the bettors on Lorne applauded. Yugshia sat aside, interested, took out her cigarette case and took a cigarette in her mouth, the fire that danced on her fingertips lit up with a snap of her fingers, and smoke filled with smoke.

The stimulation of the liquor made Lorne's eyes wander a little, and the sound in his ears seemed to be amplified and became noisy. He held up the remaining half of the glass and was about to drink it again, but he gave a long hiccup and shook his head with a pout.

"Here's one, here's one!" Lynus bragged again, seeing that Lorne was eating most of his glass.

Lorne slowed down, exhaled, and then threw his head back in his hands over the glass. He didn't know where he got the courage, as if he was infected by this lively atmosphere, and his throat throbbed up and down, until all the dark beer was drunk, and the wooden cup was still close to his lips.

After a few more seconds, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief and turned his glass upside down, leaving not a drop left. He laughed and slammed the cup on the wooden table: "You have lost!"

The one who supported Lorne won, and Yugoshia took a deep puff of her cigarette and spat out three smoke rings. Scott and Balza laughed loudly, took back the silver coins they had bet, and held out their hands to their companions: "May you lose your bet!"

Renas smiled helplessly and spread his hands: "Young man, I didn't expect the amount of alcohol to be okay!" Lambert and Gule shrugged, but they also smiled, as if winning or losing was not so important in their eyes, and what they really pursued was just excitement.

The centurion suddenly spoke: "Renus, you bet three silver coins, but the four of us won, how can we divide this?"

Balza and Scott agreed, both feeling that the old fellow Reynas was trying to play tricks. Renas thought for a moment, and suddenly clapped his hands: "In this way, how about we pay to bring another barrel of wine?"

"Okay, anything if you pay!" Balza laughed.

So Renus picked up the three silver coins on the table and beckoned to the young man with blond hair behind the counter: "Hey, boy!

The young man came up and took the silver coin, and after a few pleasantries, he went to the cellar in the backyard. Balza's sturdy arm rested on Lorne's body, and his calloused index finger gestured, and he smiled and said, "Lorne, you helped us win this old blacksmith thief!

Lorne was already dizzy when he slapped his arm again, and almost threw up. In a daze, he seemed to hear the big man next to him let him continue drinking, although his stomach was already swollen, but for some reason he still had the urge to drink.

Soon the young man returned with the barrel in his hands. The barrel was nearly half a meter high, and there was a faucet near the bottom, and it was a little difficult to wrap around one person, Balza stretched out his left hand and easily took the barrel, put it on the table and refilled it for everyone, and moved it to the ground.

Everyone laughed and laughed, and as they took a sip of dark beer, they gradually became a little drunk. Reynas rested his elbows on the table, his smile faint, he was in high spirits a second, but now he looked depressed.

He let out a muffled breath, propped his head in his left hand, and stared at the beer in his glass. Lorne was depressed thinking that he had lost money, and was about to say a few words of comfort to calm the atmosphere, but Yugoshia shook her head at herself.

Everyone here has known Renus for a long time, except for Lorne, who doesn't know it. Naturally, they knew what Renas was thinking, and they could empathize.

"I'm starting to miss the plum wine of Silent City. There are also Odinger's beers, Karenna's stouts. "It's been six months, and I don't know what happened to the rest of the world." ”

He took out another silver coin, and then said: "In the past, in the royal capital, you could receive a reward every month, and then you would take the silver coin to the tavern on Long Night Street and sit down, where there were so many beauties, and the wine was also good. ”

"Remember, old fellow?" said Renas, putting his hand on Guller's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "We often sneak out with the centurion on our backs, call a few chicks in the tavern, and drink with them all night. I went back drunk in the morning and was drunk during training. ”

He was silly happy, exhaling the wine, a little drunk. His eyes fell on the humble wooden beams, and those good memories came to light in front of his eyes. The beautiful strings, the plump women, and the fine wine are now gone.

Renas spoke up everyone's mind. As if infected by his emotions, Balza leaned back on the bench and smiled: "How can you forget? I remember that Lambai's favorite girl was called Jena, a blonde girl in her early twenties, with fair skin, who looked like a child, but liked to wear silk shoes with thin heels. ”

Ranbai stroked his long hair and smiled, "Balza, don't you have a girl you like?" that tall man with wheat-skinned skin grabs your heart as soon as he gets into your arms. ”

Balza took a sip of his dark beer and smacked his lips. The corners of his mouth grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but he froze, and a trace of sadness crossed his eyes. The other hunters glanced at Lambie, a little blamed, Lambai was full of wine, and it took him a long time to remember that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

The tall girl wasn't directly contaminated into a monster. As the fog spreads from the Great Chapel, Balza was drinking with her, and after receiving the highest warning, he took the girl with him and joined the party fleeing out of the city.

The girl died a few days later. After the army crossed the swamp, many infirm people contracted a strange disease, and the girl was one of them. And because of the rush to escape, there is not much medicine left, and it is impossible to treat hundreds of patients.

The leader of the team was a group of noble knights who decided to abandon the sick and leave the precious medicine to the nobles. The centurion and his companions, who were in the ranks at the time, stood up and quarreled with the nobles, and were eventually forced to submit to the nobles.

But the masses in exile protested en masse, and among those who were sick were their relatives and friends, and no one was willing to give up easily. The aristocratic leaders had no choice but to lead a large army to continue south, passing through towns and cities to gather survivors and collect medicines and other necessities.

Fortunately, the strange disease did not seem to be contagious, and the number of patients did not continue to increase, but the patients became weaker, convulsed and chilled, had difficulty breathing, and some people said that they heard strange sounds in their heads.

In the end, because the medicine was too limited to continue the treatment, the patients gave up hope and chose to stay, supporting their immortal souls with their crumbling bodies and protecting the land they loved.

The exiled hugged their loved ones and said goodbye in tears, and the wounded and sick were left to rest and protect the royal land.

That night, Balza and his beloved girl hugged each other tightly. The girl kissed his earlobe, and the tough guy burst into tears. But after dawn, the rest of the people still had to continue on the road.

This incident was also told by the centurion himself after Yughija came to the horn of the Siren. She called the event "the death of Rheinaz" in her memory.

Because the place where the sick and the exiles are separated is the last boundary of the territory of Silent City.

Rheinaz, Arch of the Lionheart.