Half a month later, the convoy reached the end of the road, in front of what appeared to be a large building. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The tavern is written on the door, but there is still a barracks and training ground outside?"

Looking at the building, Artis was a little speechless.

Seeing him like this, Elia on the side smiled: "The buildings opened on the border of the Adisian Empire are all like this, because they need to be stationed in the army, so for convenience, they are all connected. ”

"But in this way, this tavern can be considered safe, at least no one dares to make trouble here for now. ”

He said with a smile.

"Lord Elia, let's go inside. Ajri said from the side.

Elia nodded, and walked in with the guards behind her.

After entering, suddenly, dozens of lines of sight struck at the same time, with a cold light.

However, after seeing Elia in fine clothes and with a guard beside her, they watched with interest.

Some of these people were dwarves in armor and long beards. There are also elves with longbows, and even orcs from the other continent, and ordinary humans are the least.

As Elia and the group entered, their gaze shifted with them, observing them with interest.

"Well, a foreign nobleman?"

A dwarf's eyes lit up, and he looked at Elia, who looked imposing in gorgeous clothes, and whispered to his companion on the side.

Moreover, as the gate opened, the figures of dozens of guards outside were revealed, and the eyes of these mercenaries became brighter and brighter, looking at Elia as if they were looking at a big fat sheep.

However, for these mercenaries to be gearing up in private, and even eager to try, Elia did not react, as if he was used to it.

At this moment, a figure walked in from the outside and attracted everyone's attention.

Dressed in a white robe, Artis looked very gentle, with an undisguised diffusion of natural aura, and a god emblem dedicated to the sacrifice of the god of nature.

This costume is almost the standard equipment of the sacrifice, and people know that this is a natural sacrifice at a glance.

"There was a natural sacrifice. Everyone's eyes lit up, and their eyes quickly shifted from Elia to Artis, among whom some elves were the most.

In addition to these mercenaries, there were other people in the tavern, some wandering adventurers and some merchants, and their eyes lit up when they saw the arrival of Artis.

For this scene, Elia looked helpless and explained to Artis, who looked a little surprised.

"Nature Sacrifice has a good reputation, and because of its unique auxiliary arts, it is very popular with outsiders. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark-haired girl walked up to Artis.

"Is this the first time this priest has gone out?"

A pair of swarthy eyes looked at Artis, looking a little curious.

Artis was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing him like this, the girl smiled and delivered a small package.

"This is the funding of the Adisian Empire for going out to worship, there are some natural holy water and gold coins in it, as well as a map around here, please be careful. ”

Seeing this treatment, Elia shook her head a little speechlessly and looked at Ajri on the side.

Ajri nodded, and walked to a wall in front of him.

"I'm going to hire some guards for about three months. He said in a deep voice.

The receptionist in front of him nodded, inquired in detail about his requirements and remuneration, and after charging a fee, placed a new notice on the huge wall in front of him.

"This is the employment system here, in front of the task issued, the requirements and remuneration are written, and then naturally there will be some mercenaries who will go up to observe, meet the requirements, and have intentions, naturally there will be people to talk to us. ”

"And here, if you want, you can even pay to hire the knights of the Ardisus Empire, but the price is too high, and it's not cost-effective for us people to hire. ”

In one corner, Elia said to Artis.

"Are these mercenaries okay?"

Artis looked at the large number of mercenaries on the side, and had some doubts.

"How is that possible?"

Ajri on the side chimed in.

"These mercenaries, some of whom have been certified in places specially opened by the Adisian Empire, are mostly fine. But more often than not, there are uncertified mercenaries, the sources of which are chaotic, and some of them are even robbers who specialize in attacking employers halfway, so you must be careful. ”

"But this time, thanks to you, my lord, our journey should be fine. ”

Elia on the side also spoke.

"Natural sacrifice is very important in the Adisian Empire, and the prestige in this area is very strong, and ordinary robbers dare not make up their minds at all. ”

At this time, the tavern maid brought the food and wine. On the other side, a figure caught Artis' attention.

O the vast world of antiquity!

You are the glory of the other side.

O demon god who destroys everything,

Sweeping the entire ancient world.

Sorcerers, dragons, god-kings,

Your former emperor will return...

The continent is destroyed, and the soul is in turmoil

All kings will fall

・・・

A slight chant sounded in Artis's ears, and he was slightly stunned and looked at the center of the tavern.

There, a deranged old man sang loudly, looking like a bard and a madman.

At the sight of the old man, many people in the tavern frowned slightly, as if they were used to it, and ignored him.

"This poem seems to be a poem of destruction that circulated in the wizarding empire thousands of years ago, as well as some allusions to the legend of the Three Kings, but I didn't expect it to be compiled into a poem. ”

Elia on the side was also stunned, a little inexplicable.

Artis quietly listened to the old man's chanting, frowning secretly.

"No, from the time I came in, I didn't even notice this bard. ”

He recalls carefully, and the memories in his mind slowly flow backwards, like paintings starting to rearrange.

The existence of the sixth level has awakened the true spirit, and even if it is a memory of thousands of years, it is still as clear as if it had just happened, and there is no ambiguity of ordinary people.

But this time, Artis was stunned.

Because in the memory in his mind, when he first entered, there was no breath of this old man.

"Without memory, the bard either shielded himself from my senses in the first place, or suddenly appeared in front of me. ”

"Either way, it's an incredible power..."

He looked at the old man in the center and thought in surprise.

As if sensing something, in the center, the old man with a cloak that looked like a madman turned to look at Artis.

The two eyes that were calm and indifferent, and saw through the world, looked at each other, which seemed to cause some changes.

The old man's face was calm, and at this moment there was a sense of historical precipitation, mysterious and indifferent.

But the next moment, the two looked away, and the old man regained his madness again, looking like he was crazy.

Artis just watched the scene quietly, listening to the poetry that came out of his mouth, silent.

Strangely enough, however, even though he was in the tavern, no one threw him out, as if they had ignored him.

Only Elia beside Artis was still frowning, apparently unaffected by the unknown force.

Under the gaze of Ardis's divine light, after a while, the old man put down the piano and poetry in his hand, and his originally chaotic and crazy eyes were dead and calm, and walked to Ardis's side.

It's just that as he kept approaching, beside Artis, Elia's face suddenly calmed down, and he didn't seem to notice the old man who kept coming in front of him.

Artis turned around slowly, and looked sideways, and in Elia's pupil reflection, the old man's figure was completely gone, only a void behind him.

A huge force struck, and Ardis was slightly stunned, feeling that the figure of the old man in front of him gradually faded and began to disappear from his vision.

Even, in his memory, the impression of the old man is gradually fading, as if it never appeared and never came.

The familiar chant sounded in place, the old man's plain eyes appeared, and in the true spirit of Artis, a long-sealed destiny godhead shook slightly, and a ray of light spread out to disperse the hazy power, revealing the true vision.

"You're special..."

The figure of the old man reappeared in front of Artis, dressed in a shabby bard costume.

He spoke slowly, as if returning from history, his voice staccato and staccato with a sense of ancient precipitation.

"Who are you?"

Artis was shocked, looked at the other party's face, and asked.

"I don't know..."

In the face of Artis's inquiry, the old man shook his head, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his calm eyes.

"Who am I?" he muttered to himself, as if he had a long story to tell.

"I'm a person who only exists in history..."

"I come from the last century of the universe and am a bard. ”

He spoke slowly, his eyes clear and mysterious.

And in Artis's sight, his body was always shrouded in a fog, which lasted for a long time and deepened.

"The undead lost in the past. ”

Artis was slightly stunned, then looked at his calm face at this time, and spoke again.

"What are you doing here?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know. ”

"I'm just a lonely wanderer, wandering from place to place, gathering at the nodes of history to record history. ”

"No one can remember what I looked like, and I've always been a madman from the past. ”

"And only when someone can not forget me, can I regain a moment of sobriety. ”

"Record history?" Artis muttered to himself, then his gaze shifted to Elia.

He had a hunch in his heart that this bard was most likely attracted by Elia.

"Can anyone else see you before me?" he asked.

"You're the second. The old man nodded, as if with the vicissitudes and blandness of history.

"In return for you sobering me up, I can answer you a question. ”

"Is it okay to ask any question?" asked Artis.

The old man shook his head, but said nothing.