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The reliefs of the gates are carved with various exquisite monsters, and the streets are very wide and neat.

In the center of the square, stands a huge bronze statue of the Knight, the first king of Virginia.

The quaint streets of the frost-resisting city of Živadin are full of unique buildings.

The open, straight avenues are paved with large pebbles to make it easy for pedestrians to find their way. The houses were made of whitewashed stone and roofed with dark grey stone slabs.

The market is filled with immigrants from the neighborhood who are attracted to the goods and jobs here. The sound of hammers and looms came and went, and business was booming in the workshops of the craftsmen.

Bread of bread, smoked fish, ale, leather goods, tools, furs, pottery and oil can all be bought in this snowy city.

The people seemed to be living in peace, with the water-carrying drivers, the merchants loading the goods, and the bricklayers building houses busy in the city.

Most of them seem to be well-nourished and content, and some immigrants come here from elsewhere, as if trying their luck.

In short, the whole city does not have the slightest cold atmosphere, but a red scene.

After entering the city, Alleyne and his party found a tavern called "Centaur" in the city, intending to settle down here temporarily.

The sign at the door of the tavern is a centaur. In ancient mythology, it was a half-man, half-horse monster that was the product of the Tesari kings Ixion and Cloud, and legend has it that Ixion was punished by the Lord God for his reckless pursuit of the love of the Queen of Heaven. Centaurs have human bodies and limbs, but extend from the waist back to the torso and hind legs, some have a pair of wings, and some have a pair of horse ears. These half-human, half-horses were usually dressed as hunters, bows and arrows were their main weapons, and their images appear in some ancient sculptures and paintings. Most horse monsters are symbols of alcoholism, violence, and pornography.

There were, of course, exceptions, such as Caron of the Kentaurus, who was a learned centaur and a teacher of Achilles, Hermes, and Asclepius.

The centaur was a symbol of the powerful hunter, so some Virgian nobles also used the centaur as their family crest and worshipped it as a patron saint.

Some Virgian Orions even claim to have seen this ancient creature in the forest.

The mercenaries didn't think much of it, stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door of the tavern.

The mercenaries pushed open the wooden door, and they were greeted by the strong smell of smoke and pungent alcohol, mixed with the smell of inferior perfume, which was disgusting.

Even in the royal capital of Vegia, there were such taverns for the lower classes of commoners to live and entertain temporarily, which were generally open all day, and at night, when everyone could come here, and occasionally some nobles would appear, who would either come to relieve their boredom or do something unseemly.

Of course, the vast majority of the people who live in such places are destitute people, including traveling vendors, down-and-out mercenaries, wandering poets, and street entertainers.

At night, it is crowded with gamblers, thieves, beggars, drunkards, prostitutes, black market traders, slave traders.

In the evening, many bachelors take out a few dinars that they have worked hard all day to spend on large glasses of beer and **, and have a good night.

There are also some soldiers who have lost the battle and are disgraced to come back here to vent their bad feelings. However, shopkeepers and ** generally do not welcome them, and it is common for defeated soldiers to repay their debts.

In short, in this kind of tavern, you will encounter all kinds of unexpected things.

The mercenaries stepped into the Centaur Tavern, and among them were many drunks, scantily clad women in their arms, laughing uncontrollably.

Some sat in dark corners playing card games, and beggars in ragged clothes begged along the table.

The proprietor of the hotel was a fat man, with fat on his face, and an indifferent expression on his account, as if he was accustomed to this chaotic scene.

A dark-skinned girl, with a ponytail and a coarse cloth apron, struggled to navigate through the mess of seats, serving large glasses of beer to the guests, some of whom were red and holding the girl's hand.

The mercenaries of the Iron Blood Regiment instantly crowded the huge tavern, and the mercenaries occupied all the empty tables in the hall.

Alleyne sat at the same table with Jamila, Mocha, Manid, Wiggins, and the rest of the main team, and he unsheathed his sword from his belt before calling the tavern maid.

"Kind sir, order a song and listen to it. An old voice came to my ears. An elderly bard, dressed in a shabby linen robe, hunched over a broken acoustic guitar. Look at him with pleading eyes.

"Have pity on me, a wandering poet, I can sing a lot of beautiful tunes. I haven't eaten in two days. It only costs two dirhams to sing a song. "The old man is more like begging.

Alleyne hesitated, two dirhams were enough for him to have a hearty lunch, but seeing that the old man was skinny and a wandering poet, his heart was sour, and sympathy rose.

"Well, then, please sing a song for us. ”

When the old man heard this, he was at once happy, licked his dry lips with his tongue, played the broken acoustic guitar, and sang a long poem in a deep voice:

"Bow your head and leave your homeland, your heart full of sorrow

A strange battlefield lies ahead

My brother's bones are buried there

The river wants to slow me down

Helplessly, the nobles kept urging behind them

They own countless estates

But he never forgets the land outside his borders

Step by step

My loved ones are getting farther and farther away from me.

Only a spear in the hand

Listen to my low sobs. ”

This sad poem is full of sorrow about the bleak future. The tune played on the acoustic guitar is melodious and euphemistic, tear-jerking.

In the end, Ellen simply gave the old man 1 dinar, and the old man hurriedly thanked him, saying that he was a good man and would definitely be blessed by God, and then ran to buy something to eat.

After the old man was gone, Ellen was in a state of sorrow, and war, disease, and hunger always tormented these poor people.

When will God come and deliver them, if there is a wise monarch, wars and taxes can be reduced......