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Damn, it's only the first day! Halfway through the city, Alleyne finally knocked on Mark's door before dawn.

When there was a knock on the door outside, Mark went to open it, although he thought it was strange, but it was a strange and familiar face that appeared outside the door—a man with an impatient face.

"Sir, may I ask you?" asked Mark with the door ajar open to the man.

"It doesn't matter who I am, here's a letter to you. Alleyne carefully pulled out a shrimp-red letter from his bosom. The envelope also had a shallow lip print on it.

Mark accepted it with joy and thanked him incessantly. Although he wanted to open the envelope right now and see if it was a letter from Joansha.

However, he felt that it was very rude to let the family go away like this. So, he saved the cost of running errands from the already very tight living expenses and gave it to the man.

"Thank you, thank you. It's so late, it's hard. Although Mark's tone was polite, the man still seemed a little dissatisfied with him, and looked at him with an unkind gaze.

It made him a little confused. Where did I offend him?' Mark wondered in his mind.

When it was dawn, Alleyne returned to his tavern room and slept from morning to night.

When Alleyne awoke, he went downstairs to the hall to eat meat and drink wine with his companions. This is the life of a mercenary.

The most fearful thing for mercenaries is that in every second of their lives, they can lose someone who they just became friends with a few days ago, or even a few minutes ago.

The enemy's weapons are merciless, and the war is merciless, which creates the greatest suffering for the mercenaries who have gone through all this.

This feeling is only vented when drunk, and Alleyne doesn't like to drink, but still gets drunk at every party tavern party.

In fact, every drunk person is sober, they know what they are doing and they know how to do it, but it is the wonderful effect of alcohol that allows them to indulge their deep feelings and act accordingly.

"Head, where did you go last night?" a little drunken tea came over.

Alleyne hesitated for a moment, then replied with a strange expression, "I haven't been anywhere, I'm sleeping in my room!"

Mo Cha changed his previous title and pretended to shout: "My head leader, you forgot, I live in the room next to you." Mo Cha smiled, showing an expression that you don't admit, but I have evidence.

"I went out and ran some errands. Alleyne impatiently perfunctory.

"What are you going to do all night?" said Mo Cha, and a lewd smile appeared on his face. "As soon as you came back, you fell on the bed and slept for a day and a night, didn't you sleep last night?"

Alleyne grinned, hehehe, and replied, "Tea, do you want to say that I went out to find a woman last night?"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. "Hooligans. Jamila, who was sitting at the next table, said these two words again, then suddenly got up and left the hall, and trotted all the way upstairs to her room.

Looking at Jamila's angry back, a regretful smile appeared on the corner of Alleyne's mouth, but Mo Cha, who was sitting across from him, had an expression that had nothing to do with me.

"Come, cheers, for our bright and bright future!" said Alleyne who was the first to raise his glasses, and the rest of the group followed suit, all clinking glasses to celebrate their victory so far.

While the crowd was in the midst of their spirits, the barrel was empty. So Alleyne held his wine glass and walked to the counter a little staggeringly: "Boss, another barrel of wine." ”

The tavern owner was standing at the counter, talking to another acquaintance. The owner of this house is a mild-mannered middle-aged man, and because he is good at running a business, this tavern is getting better and better.

The tavern owner had a much better attitude than his fat wife, and he always smiled at people, which earned him a good reputation. And today, he suddenly lost his temper.

When the tavern owner heard the guest's words, he sighed, turned his face, and asked with a smile on his face, "Guest, do you need ale or .......... Where did you get this golden badge?"

Alleyne was taken aback: "You also know the story of the Hero Badge?"

It can't be? Even Count Arassis doesn't know much about this, does the owner of this tavern know about it?"

The tavern keeper took a deep breath: "Of course, in my hometown of O'Neill, there is a legend that a long time ago, the continent of Calradia was invaded by aliens, and the alien forces drove straight in, bringing great disasters to the people. At the most critical moment, the legendary hero appeared, who united the people, repelled the aliens, and became the first king of Calradia. It is said that he once wore a golden badge and turned into a five-colored light, which dispersed throughout Calradia after the Great War. And the old people in the village say that there is a cave not far from the village, and there is a group of demons who guard the treasure living in it. Some of the daring villagers went in, but they never came out. It is said that only those who have the Hero Badge can subdue the demons and find the treasure!"

"Oh, what an interesting story. "Ellen said it lightly, but his heart exploded, which is almost the same as the legend told by Count Arassis!

"Your badge is exactly like the legendary Hero's badge, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the legendary thing really existed in this world!" said the tavernkeeper excitedly.

"So, do you know the details about that treasure?" Alleyne asked the tavernkeeper anxiously.

The tavern keeper shook his head: "I don't know about this, it is said that it is a treasure left by the Holy King Leon, hey, who believes it?"

Alleyne also nodded, and agreed with it on his face: "Yes, yes." This kind of legend is just so absurd. ”

After the tavern owner finished speaking, he took a large barrel of malt wine from the back and gave it to him. Then he quipped: "Don't drink too much, you drink like this, but it costs a lot of dinars." Ha ha. ”

After drinking and eating, a drunken and hazy Alleyne planned to wander around the city, blowing the wind and sobering up.

Out of the tavern, Manid suddenly grabbed him from behind: "Boss, do you think we should go to O'Neill to have a look?"

Alleyne didn't look back: "Go, go to O'Neal, don't you see that the tavernkeeper is already drunk? Wait, how do you know O'Neill? You've been eavesdropping on me talking to him?"

Manid wrenched his hands and smiled wryly, "That's not really the point, the point is that this is the first time we've got a definite clue." I think I should go check it out, I don't have much to do in the past two days anyway. ”

Alleyne rolled his eyes, and felt a fervent greed in Manid's gaze. Well, it belongs to the nature of businessmen to bet on the treasure, commonly known as the empty glove white wolf.