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"Hey, young man, I have something I want to talk to you about, can I sit down?" At this moment, a voice came from behind the mercenaries, and Merck turned her head to look at the owner of the voice, a middle-aged man with a big belly.

"Who are you?" asked Merck, confused.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce it, sorry young man, I'm the owner of this tavern, my name is Grace, and now, can I sit down?" said the fat middle-aged man with a smile, looking very polite.

"Hello, my name is Merck, please be seated. Merck said, then looked at Mark, and then pointed to Yoda, who was still drunk.

Mark understood, nodded at Merck and stood up.

"Hey, Mark, what are you going to do?" said Yoda, drunkenly. "Oh my God, how is there a pig standing. ”

"Boom!"

"Finally quiet. Mark rubbed his fists in a reluctant, and then dragged Yoda, who had passed out like a dead dog, with Jager dragging him out of his seat and toward another empty table.

Grace smiled and sat down in the vacant seat. "Thank you, it's so much more spacious. Gleth said with a smile. And Merck could only laugh awkwardly.

Oh my God! I just told him to push Yoda to the side, and he knocked him unconscious!, Merck sneered in surprise.

But after thinking about it, after Mark, who has never liked to talk, said 'finally quiet', Merck suddenly seemed to understand something.

"So, can we get started?" said Grace.

Merck looked at Grace's round head, nodded slightly, and motioned for the other party to excuse herself.

Grace turned to look at Mo Mocha and said, "Young man, did you do the toilet just now?"

This sentence made Mo Cha frown. "Hey, old man, what do you want to say?" said Mocha, laying her hands on the table and fiddling with her glass.

Mo Tea's heart was ready to fight, and of course the others saw the change, and they all stared coldly at the tavern owner.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely run away after being stared at by the mercenaries, but the big fat man in front of him didn't seem to be scared.

On the contrary, the tavern owner still looked very calm, which made Mo Cha curious about the big fat man in front of him.

Wiggins couldn't figure out what was going on? He glanced at the tea, and wondered: Isn't this guy going to the toilet just now, but stealing again?

"Hey, don't do that, lads, I have no ill will," the tavernkeeper said with a laugh. "I just want to remind you, very kindly, not to make trouble, because the lords here will let you outsiders be punished by the law. ”

"Wait," Wiggins interrupted. "Boss, what are you talking about?"

"This companion of yours knocked the two thieves unconscious on the other side of the toilet. The tavernkeeper's gaze narrowed to the tea. "So, I suggest you get out of this place before those two scumbags wake up, or you'll be in trouble, and of course, I'm the same!"

The thief knocked the thief unconscious? This is a new thing.

After listening to the tavernkeeper's words, Wiggins' brow gradually relaxed. It seems that this fat man has no ill intentions, but I just hope that we people can get out of here and not cause him trouble.

"All right, Mr. Grace, we're leaving, sorry for the trouble!" Wiggins said, slamming his sword and axe into his belt and standing up.

The others saw Wiggins stand up and understood what had just happened, so the mercenaries all picked up their belongings and stood up to leave the tavern.

But at this moment, the tavernkeeper suddenly said, "Wait a minute, gentlemen, we have one more matter to settle yet. ”

Hearing this, Wiggins' brows furrowed again.

"So, what else do you have to do?" he said, turning his head and smiling, but his hand was already on the handle of the axe and he took a few steps towards him, a distance long enough for him to swing the axe and chop his head.

The other mercenaries also noticed Wiggins's small movement, and they all put their hands on their weapons and prepared to fight, and the lively atmosphere just now instantly cooled down, although the people around them were still noisy.

"No, no, don't excite the lad," the tavernkeeper said, raising an eyebrow with a smile on his face that made it impossible for Wiggins to analyze any emotion. "I don't think you're going to be short of money for a door, right?"

Mo Mocha immediately understood the meaning of this sentence, just now he not only stabbed someone else in this tavern, killing a person's offspring, he also kicked and smashed the door of the toilet in this tavern.

Damn, I shouldn't have forgotten about this. Mo Cha said in his heart.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay, okay!" Mo Cha shook his head apologetically as he spoke, and he was disgusted to hear these polite words, and then he took the dinar out of his purse.

"Here you go, your door, I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked your door and bothered you. As he spoke, he handed a few dinars to the tavernkeeper.

"Good luck, lad, haha!" said Grees, weighing the dinars as if they were sapphires.

Wiggins nodded at him, then turned to pick up Yoda, who was still unconscious, and began to walk out.

Walked out of the tavern, out of the sweaty space, and went outside to find that it was already dark.

Mo Tea breathed hard in the fresh night air.

"Damn, as much as I love cities, I don't like the damn lords," Jager grumbled. "Isn't tea, you can't just start lightly, and deal with your peers so hard?"

"Damn, how can this blame me," Mo Cha said with a look of grievance. "They were guarding the door of the toilet and trying to sneak up on me, I was just defending myself!"

"What's the big deal, let's just change to another tavern!" Jamila chimed in.

The mercenaries are self-aware, they know that they are nothing more than a bunch of mercenaries who fight for the sake of the dinar, and even the weakest lord has no chance of winning against them.

So compared to this kind of city, mercenaries still prefer the wilderness, the wilderness doesn't have any rules, even if you kill hundreds of people in the wilderness, no one will care about them, because the wilderness has no rules.

Survival is the rule, there is the world of wild wolves, not people who are bound by those rules and regulations can survive.

The wilderness is brutal and of course fair, so the mercenaries prefer the wilderness to the city, and that's it!

"What should we do?" asked Karadus, who was carrying Yoda. "Boss and Manid haven't come back yet, where are we going?"

Mark came to his senses. "Go play first!" he said, taking out the purse and giving it all to the others, except for his own share.

Of course, Mark wasn't corrupt, he didn't have much of a concept of money, he just knew that he would have enough to eat, and he would be able to buy damaged weapons.

So he left a little less than them, and besides, he didn't need to vent.

"When you come back, meet at the hotel opposite, I'm going back to rest. Mark said, stretching and feeling comfortable.

"When the hell are you going to get your first time out, don't tell me you can't do it! you're not that old!" Mo Cha patted his head and said helplessly, like a father questioning his son why he hadn't let him hold his grandson for so long.

"Damn it, what tea," Mark couldn't help but explode in front of the lady. "I'm just not interested in ***, you think I'm like you?" he said, lowering his head and grabbing his hair.

Of course Mark was lying, and of course they knew he was lying.

It's not that Mark isn't interested in women, it's just that he already has a girl he likes. He dares to kill, and he dares to continue to fight back at the other party when he is put on the neck with a knife, but he will not go to **** (to be continued.) )