Chapter 42, The Tavern

The sound of loud music wafted from the tavern, and the minstrels, who were not very good-voiced, were playing his lame ballads. It also seems to catch up with the fashionable references to the deeds of the hero Rolf.

Several drunks leaned outside the tavern, accosting the maids in the tavern, and the nasty girls giggled and laughed.

Thomas turned sideways to avoid most of the entrance blocked by the drunk, and walked into the tavern with his head slightly bowed.

The fiery ** writhed on the large wooden table in the tavern, seducing the men below to let out bursts of wanton laughter.

Thomas went straight to the tavern bar and took off his hood: "A glass of tequila!"

The boss at the bar glanced at him silently and poured him a glass skillfully. Reaching out and pushing the glass in front of Thomas, "I guessed you'd come back!"

"I'm going to the crater, is there a way?" Thomas asked in a low voice.

"Of course, I need you to bring me something back!" said the tavernkeeper softly, looking down on his glass. The boisterous bard's piano just drowned out the conversation between the two.

"Mana refined oil, what price do you offer?" Thomas naturally understood what the tavernkeeper needed. There is an arcane power obsessed with an arcane power count in Daron County, and you can imagine how many spellcasters lurk in the entire territory. Even Thomas hadn't counted the exact number, but at least the one in front of him was one of the spellcasters.

"You know I don't have a lot of money!, I want mana oil, and you need my way around the Holy See!" the tavern keeper wiped his glass more and more intently, holding it up under the oil lamp and flipping it over to see if there were any stains.

"I'm sorry for you! I can't guarantee the exact amount. Thomas frowned and agreed.

"Early tomorrow morning, there will be a caravan heading to Xiaohe Village. At present, a few guests with similar goals have already booked tickets, and the head of the caravan is a local from Xiaohe Village, honest Peping!"

"The farmer who was cursed by the Arcanist on his daughter?" asked Thomas, a little weird.

"At least that's what everybody says......" the tavernkeeper replied artistically to Thomas's question, "Inheritance, a gold coin!"

"Your glass of wine is much more expensive than the wine on His Majesty's table!" Thomas said sarcastically.

"You and I both know that the meaning of this glass of wine is not in the wine! of course it is more expensive. The tavern owner smiled and glanced at Thomas.

Reaching for a gold coin from the pocket sewn into the lining of his clothes, he slapped it on the bar and pushed it in front of the tavernkeeper.

"Thank you for your patronage!" the tavern keeper smiled as he put the gold in his purse, "Is there anything else I can serve you, strange traveler?"

"Prepare a room for me!" Thomas said with a pouting of some pout.

"Sorry, it's full today!" the tavern owner refused without giving a hint of face: "But my room can also be used for a small business for the time being!

"You're really good at business!" Thomas suppressed his anger and pulled out a gold coin again and threw it in front of him.

"Thank you for your generosity!" the tavernkeeper complimented with a smile, and quickly put the gold in his arms. Handed Thomas a key and reached out to point him to the location of the room.

Thomas held the key, turned and squeezed through the crowd towards the wooden staircase.

At the crossroads outside the Earl's Castle, the evil wizard played on the gorgeous stage has been defeated by the heroes, and he kneels at the feet of the heroes with a embarrassed face.

The handsome actor who played Rolf seemed to have awakened the power of the Holy Light at this moment, and his whole body exuded a divine meaning!

Raising his sword high, he looked like a sage descending from heaven in the sunlight.

"Evil sorcerer, the Holy Light will cleanse all blasphemy!"

"Spare your life...... Great hero, please spare me in old age. I will pay you great wealth and eternal life!" the wizard fell to his knees, trembling, but still seemed unwilling to accept his fate, trying to tempt the followers of the Light!

"Despicable wizard, are you still playing with your devil's nectar-stained tongue on the verge of death in an attempt to tempt my students to fall?" The actor who plays Windsor is like a wise man, and the actor's eyes shine with wisdom. This is the acting skills of an old actor, without the handsome appearance of a young actor, he relies on the skills he has trained over the years to conquer the audience.

"Oh, my love, the wizard has placed a curse on me. I can't hold it anymore, may the Light light light the way forward for you!" The actress who played Alice suddenly screamed loudly and collapsed limply!

"No, Alice!" the hero Rolf roared in mournful rage!

"Truly...... Hero, if you can spare the despicable me. I am willing to lift the curse on the beautiful Miss Alice!"

"No, Wizard, I will not be tempted by your devil's lies!, I will practice the teachings of the Light!" Rolf said generously.

"My student, I give you the right to execute the evil!" Wendthor declared with a righteous face.

"My love, I am proud of your choice! I am willing to sacrifice myself for the sake of the Light!" Alice chanted like a virgin.

"No way! I don't want to ......," the wizard let out a twisted, high-pitched growl!

"In the name of the Holy Light, I hereby declare that the evil wizard is sentenced to death!"

The climax of this drama is coming. The actor playing the wizard reclines his head. While the wizard was lying on the ground, the child who had slipped into the wizard's robe from the mechanism under the stage threw the head of a dummy from the wizard's wide neckline at the same time.

With a scream.

There was a puff of smoke rising from the stage with a bang.

"Oh, thank the Light for His mercy! The sorcerer's curse is gone!" Alice stood up and threw herself into Rolf's arms.

The curtain slowly falls, and the narration begins to sound: "From now on, the hero Rolf and the beautiful Miss Alice live happily ever after!"

"What an ironic stupid scene!" Ben in the crowd snorted, squeezing through the cheering crowd. Called a female nurse who got together with a few girlfriends and talked about all kinds of meat jokes between women. A group of young men and women giggled and walked towards the tavern for money and beauty.

The heroes of the Battle of the Crater who returned from injury were treated with a very high standard in Talonshire. The hospital built under the auspices of the Holy See provided them with comfortable white beds. The gentle and beautiful female nurses took care of the wounded warriors with all their hearts.

Gentleness and courage collide with each other in the sun. A beautiful girl is the best medicine to soothe the wounds of the brave.

"Hey, Linda, for you!" a rookie knight, surrounded by his buddies, walked up to another beautiful girl next to Ben's female companion and handed over a box with a slight twist. It's filled with all kinds of delicate and sweet sweets.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Not bad!"

"What's good, people or candy?"

"Linda, tell me about it?"

A group of little sisters frolicked, giggling, and the boys also pushed their confessed comrades to Linda.

"Ah, don't come here! Ah...... Help me, Father, save me......" In a manor next to the Count's castle, Rolf suddenly let out a nightmare scream. The naked girl lying on his chest woke up from a sweet dream. Tightly holding the man's hand with a little pity in love, life slipped from her, revealing a smooth back.

"It's alright, Rolf. You're off the battlefield, it's all right......" The woman gently soothed her warrior. This is not the first time he has fallen into a terrifying nightmare, under the aura of glamorous heroes, God knows what kind of hell they have experienced?