When Lear first saw the human towns on the map fully displayed in front of him, he felt that he had been walking across the desert for five days as stupid as a dog.

There were no tall walls, no raging moats, no mighty guards and no endless crowds, and this was a makeshift settlement enclosed by broken hedges and shrubs, still of its original size.

God, it cost him a silver coin and four copper coins to enter the town and apply for a temporary household registration, and when Lear walked out of the town center with a temporary identification written in torn sheepskin and red ink - without this thing he would be a black man, and the old janitor of the magic academy would not pay attention to him, he really had a dead heart.

He tried to ask the village party secretary, the mayor, who looked like he might die of old age at any time, about some current news, such as the chronology and recent major events, but he didn't expect that after asking a few times in a row, the mayor didn't look up at him, as if there was nothing worthy of his attention in this world except leaning against the low table in the sun and waiting for death, but the aunt who was dressed like a female director suggested that he try his luck at the tavern and gently patted his ass before leaving, which gave Lear goosebumps, and instantly raised his hostility to this world to level ten in his heart。

In particular, both men and women in this world are BT who like young children?

Although Lear, who is already more than 1.7 meters old at the age of thirteen, does not look like a child at all, and the psychological age of the soul piercing is far exceeded, this does not prevent him from listing the bewitching female director who takes a step and trembles as the number one enemy.

Eventually, Lear made it to the so-called tavern, which he was shocked by the dilapidated state of the tavern, though he had no hope for it.

Isn't this Nima just a dirty shed surrounded by a few rotten logs of wood and a few large rags? Although I know that the conditions are limited, it is good to make a wooden board as a gate and display it for snacks, it is really casual enough.

But he finally endured the sour smell of wine and the even more sour smell of vomit in the air, no way he needed information, and the tavern anywhere buried a lot of dirt and dirt at the same time, most of the useless and small parts were even more useless, only some slight news that could be deduced from the outline of certain events after being combed through the series by someone with a heart, but Lear needed this information very much now.

If this broken shack could be a tavern, Lear thought very depressed.

Although it was broad daylight, the inside of the shed was still very crowded, and the place that looked very shabby and embarrassing on the outside suddenly opened up after walking in, the tables, chairs, and benches were shabby but still clean, and the noisy crowd and drunkards like the nightclubs of later generations were unfortunately mostly men, which made Lear feel a little lacking in interest.

After making his way through the bustling drunks and half-hung poets, Lear finally made his way to the bar, an oval-shaped flat table made of oak with the marks of potted lamp oil, and then he saw the only familiar face with a smile in the dim light.

It turned out that the women's director of the village committee also worked part-time as a bartender.

It's really good, so even if the government and businessmen collude with black and white.

"Little brother, I don't have any wine for my children here. ”

The Women's Director looked at Lear with a smile and placed a glass of water in front of him.

Dare to love you still know that Lao Tzu is a child, why didn't you see you so reserved when you rubbed the oil just now, of course, Lear could only slander this in his heart, he took the clear water and wanted to thank the woman, but he found that he didn't know the other party's name.

"Asha. ”

The woman, who has been in the mood for many years, and is especially good at observing words, immediately sees Lear's embarrassment and declares her name, only to have the latter spray her in the face with a mouthful of water.

God Temayasha, how ignorant or arrogant must your father and mother dare to put the name of the Dragon God of Order on you, a dead fat man.

At this moment, Lear's heart was roaring, but then he remembered that this was the world of Heroes and Invincibles 3, and the holy names of the dragon god of order Asha and the dragon of chaos Ogas would not be revealed among mortals until the fifth generation, so he watched Yasha's face face that was covered with his saliva and makeup a little bright for a while.

I don't know how many years the time span between the third and fifth generations is? Lear couldn't help but make a bold guess, forgetting that the most important thing he should do now is apologize.

Fortunately, Yasha didn't mind.

After wiping her face with the cloth that wiped the table, Yasha squeezed her eyes at Lear, "See, see that old man in the corner over there, if you want to inquire about some news, he should be the best candidate, a glass of polly is enough." ”

This boy gave her a special affection, otherwise if these pickled men in this tavern dared to spray wine in her face, the old lady's hammer-like fist would have captured the wild boar that broke into the town!

"Well, please give me a bottle. Finally realizing his guilt, Lear placed a silver coin on the table like a mirror, hoping that this genuine sincerity would make the other person feel it.

Sure enough, the moment she saw the money, a bright smile immediately appeared on Yasha's fat face, and Lear guessed this from the other party's crowded facial features.

Yasha turned around and handed a large bottle of Polly to Lear on the counter behind her, but then took it back.

"I'll get it for you. ”

In Yasha's hand, the bottle that looks like a soda bottle will instantly become like a mallet in Lear's hand, and she looks at the young man's thin arm in distress, and Yasha finally decides to do it herself, of course, this does not prevent her from touching Lear's hand again, and let out a "hohohoho" laugh in her heart.

Lear followed Yasha and wanted to strangle her, if it could be ruled out that he couldn't beat her at all.

"Old Carl, you've been invited for a drink. ”

Yasha slammed the bottle on the table and turned back to the counter, thankfully after her huge body left, Alan was finally able to see the old man curled up on the stool.

Yes, Lear was not mistaken, just curled up, and the old man, who had also hidden in the darkest corners of the tavern in broad daylight, was wilting in such a position, as if all the living things around him would cause him harm.

"Hello. ”

Instead of seeing the ugliness of the average drunkard who is desperate to get out of his way after seeing a good drink, the old man named Carl didn't even lift his eyes, his gaze drifted far through the holes in the rags, so far away that Lear couldn't catch the rhythm of his soul in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's chest was still rising and falling slightly, Lear would almost think that he had been tricked by Yasha to find a dead man.

In order to prevent this silent embarrassment from persisting indefinitely, Lear had to open his mouth to interrupt the old man's musings.

Hoping it didn't disturb his youthful memories of a spring dream with a certain aristocratic lady in the plum grove, Lear thought maliciously.

"Young man, Alexandrite is your cage, and if you continue to stay in this town, one day you will lose your wings. ”

The bellows-like voice drifted from the old man's mouth into Lear's ears, and his first impression was that he had been tricked, and he was a fortune teller in his previous life, known as a half-immortal.

"I don't want to stay in this town for long, I just want to get some news. ”

In order to prevent the old man from rambling endlessly about the beginning of his life and the possible memoirs of a geisha, Lear interrupts the other party again, although it is a bit rude to do so, but there is no way to do it.

He didn't want to share his ups and downs with a bad old man who could only wander the world.

"Head north and there's everything you need. ”

Lear depressedly took out the map and looked carefully through the faint light revealed by the strips of rags, only to find that there was nothing in the north except the endless desert, and he raised his head angrily and looked directly into the old man's eyes.

So you're going to let me go all the way north out of the season with you, and then go and feed the scorpions in a righteous and awe-inspiring way?

It was a silent but unwavering doubt in his gaze.

But the old man's next name made Lear instantly cloudy and smiled.

It turns out that this is really a very hidden moving NPC.

"Thank you!" Lear straightened up and bowed deeply to Carl Sr., the information provided by the other party was so useful to him now. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

For those who are kind to him, Lear always does not hesitate to show the greatest kindness.

"Another bottle of wine, and beware of the poisonous scorpions crawling out of the desert. ”

This is the second time Lear has heard this phrase since he came to this world, and it seems to be some kind of proverb reminding people to be careful behind their backs, and Lear certainly understood the meaning immediately after his experience as a thief.

He put the cloak back on his head, covering his immature face and emaciated body, and before leaving the tavern, he placed five gold coins in Asha's hand again, and said that he would drink enough wine here until old Carl died.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Lear lifted the rag and walked out of the stinking tavern, the setting sun shining through the cloak on the unobscured half of his face, looking like a valiant crusader about to charge for faith and glory.