By the time Maffeo got up from his bed in a daze, it was noon the next day. www.biquge.info to be precise, he woke up with a protest from his stomach, "Holy, starve me......" he rubbed his eyes. The feeling of getting out of bed without Marcos bothering him was strange, and he laughed out loud about it. That damn guy doesn't let himself get a good night's sleep every time.

At this time, the guards patrolling the streets flock to the streets on the other side of the market, where there are many taverns and restaurants. Usually they don't choose to eat in restaurants, after all, the meager monthly military pay is not enough for them to splurge well, and they will only choose cheap food in taverns. This is also a point that the guards here often complain about, but they are not the troops of the Empire fighting on the front line, so they are not paid as much as the soldiers who fight on the battlefield.

Maffeo stopped in the street and awkwardly touched his money bag, which was left with only a pitiful few dozen gold coins at the bottom of the bag. In any case, he hated the smell of alcohol, but now, he could only go to the tavern and buy some cheap food to eat. He walked straight to the tavern he was facing him, with a model of a sword hanging from the tavern's sign, indicating that the tavern would welcome people with dangerous weapons. Of course, Maffeo didn't expect to see the Hutton Marr Moonlight Tavern here, and not everyone everywhere loves ring fighting.

The noise in the tavern flooded into Maffeo's ears, causing him to feel his scalp tingle. The drunken guests were singing loudly, and the guards were swearing from time to time, and one or two of them even tried to punch the drunks, but were often stopped by their own companions. They didn't want to cause trouble, and even though they were guards, they didn't want to lose their jobs because some guys went to the barracks in the inner city to complain.

"A toast, uh, another steak. Maffeo took twenty gold coins from his money bag and pushed them in front of the tavernkeeper, she was a woman, but this did not surprise Maffeo. She accepted the gold coins and said, "Would you like some wine?"

"No, thank you. I don't drink. Maffeo shook his hand.

"Well, that's pretty surprising. Every man who comes here drinks and looks like you're different from the rest of the guys. She spread her hands in a bored manner, then turned and began to prepare food for Maffeo.

Maffeo looked around the tavern, where the patrolling guards had taken up almost half of the tavern. They told each other some bad jokes, and to be honest, Maffeo didn't think it was funny, but it was probably the only thing they could do to pass the time on their boring patrol missions, unless they could sit down and play cards. These guys are usually very gambling enthusiasts, and they can use everything from gold coins to women as chips. Of course, women are limited to prostitutes in brothels, and usually the guys who win bets can just enjoy a night with those women, paid for by the unlucky ones who lose the bet.

The tavernkeeper shoved the food in front of Maffeo and never said a word to him. She also had to entertain other guests, and she didn't have the leisure to talk to any stranger for too long. Maffeo took his plate and found a table near the corner, which was unfortunately closer to the table where the guards were. And one or two of them also cast a malicious glance at Maffeo, and it was only because of the great sword behind Maffeo.

The smell of strong liquor was uncomfortable for Maffeo, but he had to endure the smell to eat his food. I don't know if it's because the locals love it, but the drunkards here drink spirits. The alcohol concentration was unbearable even for Marcos, but the climate here was not so cold, which also made Maffeo find strange.

Sometimes he made a mistake if he was not careful, and when Maffeo sat down, the cloak on his left arm hooked into the bracket in the corner, and he didn't know what it was for. But what is certain is that his ghost hands are being exposed. Maffeo cursed and hurriedly pulled back the cloak that had hooked the bracket.

However, the screams of the adjacent table suddenly rang out, and it was from a middle-aged woman. She pointed at Maffeo with a trembling finger, and a panicked tone followed, "Oh my God. This guy has ghost hands, this guy is a demon!" The sound of cursing and chatter echoed through the tavern, and Maffeo felt that he was in bad luck, and it seemed that the people here did not welcome the ghost hand. In fact, it is difficult to see people welcoming the ghost hands in most parts of the continent, because the demonic actions made by the ghost swordsmen have long spread to all corners of the continent.

Some of the guys left the tavern in a hurry, and they even knocked over the bottles and stools on the table just to get rid of the demon sooner. This caused a commotion in the tavern, with some of the guys yelling at Maffeo to get out of the way, while the tavernkeeper, the young woman, just watched in silence.

A bearded guard pushed aside the bench and walked towards Maffeo, his face grimacing. "This isn't the place for a guy like you, get out of my sight. ”

Maffeo ignored him, grabbing the bread from his plate and eating it himself. He just wanted to eat his own food in peace and get out of here as soon as possible, and causing a riot was not the result he wanted. He also wanted to try to prove that he wasn't some kind of demon who killed innocents, but judging by most of his previous experience, it was in vain.

"You're testing my patience, freak. The guard gave a sneering smile.

"I don't think I've affected you, you can keep talking about those bad jokes, I won't interfere with you. Maffeo said calmly.

"That's a pity, we're not in the mood to joke here!" he slammed his hands on the table in front of Maffeo.

"If you bother me any more, I guarantee your front teeth will be your lunch today. "Maffeo can't stand this guy's rudeness anymore.

"Wow, guys, do you hear me? This freak said my front teeth would be my lunch today!" he called out to his accomplice with open hands, laughing. This caused a burst of laughter from his accomplices, who thought the freak was stupid. "Let me see if you have what it takes. He began to move.

"Hey, hey, gentlemen. If there's going to be a fight, get out, not here!" The tavernkeeper, who had been watching all this, finally spoke, pointing to the bearded guard. "Ram, hurry up and get me out of the tavern with your men!" she ordered the eviction.

The bearded guard, known as Ram, walked up to the tavernkeeper and smirked his index finger and brushed her breasts with seemingly indifferent looks. "Don't do that, Anna. You hear me, that guy provokes me. ”

Anna just snapped his index finger with her hand. "You've always been a troublemaker, Flory. Now, you'd better learn to be good before I kick you out. ”

"No one will refuse a lady's request. Flory Ram bowed gentlemanly. "Let's go, guys. He turned and beckoned to his accomplice. They walked out of the tavern in quick succession, albeit with a hint of reluctance.

Maffeo shook his head as he looked at everything that had calmed down in front of him. He began to bury his head in his own food, not paying any attention to the disgusting and doubtful gazes around him. "I don't know what your name is, but please don't set foot in my tavern after you've eaten. This time, Anna took aim at Maffeo.

"Listen to you, ma'am. Maffeo pouted.

"You'd better do what you say. As if nothing had happened, Anna pulled out a rag from under the counter and began wiping her glass.

Maffeo felt helpless, and his heart was full of anger. But this is something you have to endure as a ghost swordsman, and as Marcos said many times before, not everything has a choice. Just as Maffeo couldn't choose not to be a ghost swordsman. He complied with Anna's words and quickly left the tavern after eating the food on his plate, but this only reassured Anna and the other guests in the tavern. For when he went out, the guards still hadn't left, and they were waiting for Maffeo.

"Look who this is, the great ghost swordsman has finally finished his last meal. Now......" Ram made some antics as if he were giving a great speech to his companions. But Maffeo interrupted him: "Now I'm going to let you swallow your front teeth." He clenched his fists.

"What a stupid fellow, come on!" he threw his fist at Maffeo, and now he had no scruples, and he let himself go completely.

The fight with these guards was much more difficult than fighting with the sailors on the Revenge, and in fact Maffeo took several punches to his own body in the process. Even though they are only patrolling and guarding Ruawa Island, this does not mean that they are not combative. And in order to keep a possible enemy, they will also often do some military training.

After a few rounds of fighting, Maffeo had a trail of blood on the corner of his mouth. The bridge of the guy's nose was almost broken by Maffeo, he covered the bridge of his nose, and a dissatisfied voice popped out of his mouth: "It seems that you guys still have some skills, let's have a little more fun." He kicked Maffeo, who leaped backwards to dodge the attack, then leaped to his feet, clenched his fists and lunged at him. Ram staggered his hands over his head, and Maffeo's fist slammed into his arm. At the same time, he stepped out again and kicked Maffeo in the abdomen.

Maffeo only felt that the bread and steak he had just eaten were about to vomit, and he clutched his lower abdomen and stepped back, his action just now was really not a wise choice. If it's a fight, I'm afraid I'll have to leave a hole in my abdomen. "Come on, hero, we're just getting started, aren't we!?" Ram gave a mocking smile and waved at Maffeo. His companions raised their fists behind him, cheering, as if they were stopping to watch a match in the Imperial Arena.

"What's going on, Ram?" the voice came from behind the onlookers, and the effect he had on the guards was like that of His Majesty Heinrich.

Ram's face changed, and he suddenly lost the momentum he had just now. He looked resigned, turning to face the young fellow who had come out of a path cleared by the onlookers. "Captain. Ram lowered his head, not daring to look at the other party.

"You'd better explain, soldier. The young man with curly flaxen hair pointed at Ram, who had amber eyes and a hint of boyishness. He was clearly a nobleman, and the red cloak with the family coat of arms he dragged behind him was very conspicuous. He also had a dazzling blue lightsaber pinned to his waist, and on the other side of his waist was a short sword engraved with the honorary inscription of the Delos Empire.

"Captain, this guy is a ghost swordsman. Ram gestured to Maffeo, who had stopped where he was.

The young man stepped over Ram's shoulder and looked at Maffeo, who tried not to look at him, he didn't want to cause any more trouble. "Soldiers, you should not forget about the patrol code, it is not allowed to clash with anyone during the patrol. ”

"I'm sorry, Captain. ”

"Take your people to do your work, go. The young man bowed to the side, Ram nodded apologetically, and beckoned his men to continue their patrol. At this point, the young man turned around and added to Ram, "Florey, stop fighting with anyone, okay? ”

"Yes, Captain!" Ram straightened up and gave the young man a Delos Empire salute, though that looked ridiculous to Maffeo. He first put on the helmet, then pulled down the armor, and then uncovered the armor, as a sign of their etiquette.

"Go ahead. ”

Now the young man had to face Maffeo, and to be honest, he didn't expect a ghost swordsman to appear on Ruava Island. Maffeo's next move surprised Maffeo, who bowed slightly with an apologetic expression. "I apologize to you for the impact my men have caused you. His apology was so sincere that Maffeo didn't know what to say for a moment. "Uh...... It's nothing, it's that I didn't restrain myself. You...... Your men are pretty good. ”

He looked up and smiled. "My name is Elias Meyer, and my name means one who is favored by the gods. ”

"Maffeo Frye. ”

"I want to apologize, I can at least treat you to a drink. The ghost swordsman has never been here, and we may be able to talk to each other. Of course, if you still have something to do, I won't force you. I was just...... I want to make friends with you, don't worry, I have no ill intentions, I'm just interested in guys like you. Elias made his offer.

Maffeo looked at the young fellow suspiciously, he was a nobleman in words and deeds. And he is not as arrogant as some nobles, not all nobles are so obnoxious. However, what struck him the most strange was that almost no one would be interested in a ghost swordsman. And this guy in front of him seems to be different from the others.

After much consideration, Maffeo agreed to his proposal. While all he needs to do now is find Ham Rogers, he must admit that he is in trouble. Maybe this guy in front of him will know something, of course, he will not maliciously speculate about others for the kindness shown by the other party. "I don't drink, but why not?"

"Come on, Fry. Elias smiled, and he led the way into the tavern.