Today was definitely the most unfortunate day for the tavern owner Ruble, not only because of the death of a soldier of the Violet Empire in his tavern, but also because of the few guests who were now standing at his door. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Damn Herman, are you trying to kill me!" Ruble cautiously looked at the deserted street, and there was no one else on the street, except for one or two whispers of night cats running into the tavern where Ruble had closed.

"Ruble, have you really forgotten our mission!"

Herman, who escaped during the day, did not care at all that he was in the territory of the enemy country at the moment, and he stood outside the tavern door as if he were in Ella without the slightest fear.

"Mission, damn Herman, I just want to live a good life now, and if you still think I'm a good friend of yours, leave with your friend right away. The tavernkeeper Ruble's tone was already with a hint of reproach, he could ignore Herman's daytime, but now that the town's wanted list had the name of the old mercenary printed on it, and the amount of the bounty and the consequences of the cover-up were clearly written, Ruble didn't want to use his life to test whether the laws of the empire were fair and strict.

"Live well, I didn't expect that after just a year of not seeing each other, Ella's white knight has become like this. Herman sneered at the tavernkeeper Ruble in front of him.

It was obviously a sarcastic remark, but after hearing this person's voice, the tavern owner Ruble's originally cloudy eyes revealed deep fear and shock.

"Earl, Lord Count?" said the tavernkeeper Ruble tremblingly, and the hand holding the old oil lamp began to move involuntarily towards Herman's side, and the dark vision gradually appeared in the tavernkeeper's eyes, revealing a face that was unusually familiar to him.

Ella's bloody earl, the sword wielder of the Empire, is also a nightmare in the hearts of all the people of Ella, even the ruble, who was once a white knight, couldn't help but shake his hand with the lantern slightly, and the dim light shook with the ruble The friends brought by the old mercenary Herman one by one were imprinted into the eyes of the old knight who had already begun to retreat.

Her Excellency the Holy See, Viscount Renekton of the Ella Empire, Richard Birmingham, who dared to shoot his sword at the Demon God, and his knights and magicians, of course, shocked the old knight the most, the girl standing at the end.

The Empress of the Violet Empire, Sebula Flora, the former Empress of the Dragon Slayer, the former owner of the Empire, and now the most wanted man.

"You, you?" said a mixture of astonishment and fear that the old knight could no longer express a single sentence, and the attitude he had just taken on Herman's reproach was now replaced by deep fear.

"Why, are you going to drive me away now?" a hint of banter appeared on the old mercenary Herman's face, and before Ruble could react, Count Luvia had already taken the lead in entering this impressive old tavern run by the White Knight Ruble.

The floor is paved with very simple bluestone slabs, because of the tavern itself, the original clean and smooth bluestone is covered with a faint smudge, and the only light of this tavern comes from the yellow oil lamp hanging in the center of the house, so that the whole tavern seems to be immersed in mellow wine, exuding a rich aroma of wine and golden color.

"Nice place, ruble. Count Luvia didn't care at all and sat down on the bench before it was wiped down, "Won't you bring me a glass of wine, my white knight, oh no, it's the ruble boss." ”

"Earl, Lord Earl, I, I ......" At this moment, the tavern owner no longer had the composure he had just had, and now he was like an ant on a hot pan, and his impatience and restlessness completely occupied the white knight's brain.

"What, doesn't the ruble boss even have a glass of wine?"

"No, no, Lord Earl, I was wrong, I should not have forgotten my mission, I should not have forgotten my duty. ”

"Mission, duty, the White Knights have fallen, Ruble, did you hear what I said, the White Knights have fallen, and the mission and responsibility have disappeared together. Count Luvia's eyes narrowed, and his mild tone became more severe.

The White Knights have fallen, and it was a year ago, the war of the Tripartite Empire ended almost as a joke and became an unbreakable thorn in the heart of Count Luvia, everything he thought was well-planned became someone else's wedding dress in an instant, and he also used the sword of the Ella Empire as a burial companion to the achievements of others, no one knows how Count Luvia spent his year, in the face of criticism around him, the questioning of the royal family, the anger of the people and the exclusion of the family, this former bloody earl can only do now to become an eye of the empire, an eye that has been pushed into a dead end。

"This is the only way to atone for your sins, Luvia, we need first-hand information, but five Scouts have already been buried here, and you are the best person to do according to our unanimous decision. ”

Count Luvia's eyes seemed to flash the scene of his own father sending his son into a dead end under his father's kind face, worthy of the poisonous snake of the empire, even if it is his own son, he can sacrifice without hesitation in order to save his career.

"Great, my lord?" Ruble didn't seem to understand why the Bloody Count, who had once regarded the mission of the Empire as his life, had become what he was after only a year.

"Surprised, ruble, but it's a pity, although I want you to take off your mission and responsibility, but obviously it is impossible, after all, you are a national of Ella, and you can't get rid of it. ”

"No, my lord, I, rubles, willingly sacrifice my life for the victory of the Empire!"

Looking at the suddenly serious tavern owner, a smile appeared on the corner of Count Luvia's mouth, what kind of ghost fetus is contained in such a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, you can easily know without thinking about it, life is indeed the biggest weakness for everyone.

"It's good, rubles, it's really good that you still have such loyalty after a year. ”

"The Earl has overdone it. ”

"No, it's not an exaggeration, I think you deserve it, after all, you have created a wonderful shelter for us, a perfect identity. "Luvia has swept through the small tavern and already has a very good plan for this reconnaissance mission.

"Lord Count?" the ruble clearly couldn't keep up with the Imperial Count's thinking.

"From tomorrow onwards, I'll be the new owner of this tavern, do you have any objections?"

"No, absolutely not, it's a great honor to be able to help Lord Earl!"

"By the way, does this tavern have a name?"

"Yes, it's the Brown Bear Tavern. Ruble was embarrassed to say this humble name, although he was once a knight of the empire, but he was also an ordinary peasant at the beginning.

"Well, it's a little too monotonous, ah, my dear cousin, do you have any good names?" said Earl Luvia, turning his head sideways, and threw the question to Birmingham.

"What about thorns and roses?" Birmingham said thoughtfully, but it was obvious that everyone around him agreed, and the tavern owner Ruble helplessly watched his beautiful brown bear turn into a delicate rose, and he could only clap his hands against his will.

Tomorrow, the inhabitants of the small town of Storley may be surprised to learn that the tavern that popped up a year ago has changed its façade and owner, and in addition to the brand new tavern and its owner, the undercurrent has also poured into this rustic town on the border with the drift of fine wine.