readx;? As Fisher Hollin wiped the last glass, the tavern door was pushed open, and the setting sun spilled onto the front desk. www.biquge.info A tall, muscular figure walked in from the outside, carrying a wooden sign in his hand, and as he walked up to Fisher, he threw it to him. Fisher reluctantly took it, and the wooden sign was hung out by him.

"You'll never understand the words? Greg. Fisher held up a wooden sign in front of Greg, "My tavern is closed." ”

"What's the matter with me?" Greg pulled out a few silver coins from his bosom and tossed them to Fisher, "as usual." ”

"I said you can't come earlier every day. Fisher cursed, but still took out a small bottle of cloudy soju from under the counter and placed it in front of Greg, "Hello and I, I haven't been able to go home before sunset for half a year." ”

"Taverns don't sell alcohol, what taverns do you open. Greg snorted coldly and poured the wine into Fisher's freshly wiped goblet. The cloudy liquor slightly reflected Greg's vicissitudes of life, and the ruby green eyes looked a little oozing. Every time Greg stared at him with those eyes, Fisher's dissatisfaction was suppressed by fear.

Fortunately, Greg doesn't often look at people, and most of the time he keeps his head in his hood, and only comes out to drink after the townspeople have returned home.

Fisher watched Greg lower his head and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said you can't just look into your eyes. "It affects a lot of life." ”

"No one can be cured. Greg muffled, "I know that. ”

"But you're not a doctor. Fisher muttered, and Fisher didn't know how many times he had talked to Greg about the eye. Every time it ended with Greg keeping silent, and slowly he gave up, this "old friend" who had been with him for a year is still not well known to the people in the town. He always came out of his house at nightfall, and the neighbors didn't even know that his house was occupied.

He was an eccentric old man, and he had always been a mystery, just as he had been in this town in the first place. It was only in the evening that he had closed that he opened the door of the tavern and asked him for a glass of wine, the stronger the better. At first, he didn't dare to mess with Greg, because he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the conspicuous scars on the latter's chest.

Fisher once speculated that Greg was a thief. It wasn't until he saw the latter help a little girl in town by saving her cat from the roof that he dispelled his suspicions. After getting along slowly, he knew that Greg was a good person, but his face was too rough for everyone to subconsciously take a step back when they saw him.

Except for the little girl, who disappeared into the desert half a year ago, it was Greg who found her.

"Hey, Greg, you know what. While waiting for Greg to leave, Fisher stirred up the topic, "Some time ago a hunter passed by our town, and everyone came out to see it, do you know what that guy is carrying on his shoulder? a huge tooth!"

Greg nodded, indicating that he knew, but was not shocked by the news.

"What kind of monster in the desert is that. Fisher laughed, "I said those hunters are really good, obviously we are all human." We see monsters that can only run for their lives, but they can kill those monsters and use their teeth as trophies - you should really look at the kids in the town, they think of hunters as heroes. It's a pity that we don't have real hunters in town. ”

Greg continued to nod his head, not speaking, drinking sullenly alone. Fisher wasn't bored either, the former had always been like this anyway, he was used to it, but he knew that Greg had been listening all the time, and occasionally making some comments, and all from angles he couldn't see. So Fisher likes to talk to Greg too, if only he could talk more.

"Are you from the outback? There seems to be a special group of hunters in the outback. ”

"Yes. ”

"Have you seen them?"

"Yes. Greg waved his hand impatiently, "Don't ask, I've only met once or twice." ”

Fisher opened his mouth, wanting to say something more. The tavern door was pushed open again, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured in again, casting Greg's massive figure on the tavern's gray walls. Fisher looked up and saw a graceful figure standing in the glow.

"Boss, do you have beef?" a crisp voice sounded, and the girl stepped out of the glow, and Fisher choked.

This is a cowgirl wearing a bowler hat and a short coat. Perhaps because of her years of travel, her bare skin was a healthy wheat color, and her flaxen-colored curls were tied into a ponytail. She walked into the tavern and took off her bowler hat, revealing a pair of beautiful brown eyes.

She sat next to Greg, who glanced at her, who smiled at him. Greg frowned, for he saw that the girl was carrying a long, narrow bone knife behind her, the blade wrapped in a black tarpaulin, but it did not cover the sharpest part of the bone knife, the bone spur.

He looked down, and sure enough, under the girl's bare little waist, hung a familiar sign—a dark thorn flower blooming on the wooden sign.

Hunters from the halls.

Greg just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze. It is not uncommon to see the hunters in the hall in such a remote town, after all, hunters always have to hunt, and they can be found everywhere. It's just that female hunters are still relatively rare, and the congenital disadvantage determines that women are inferior to men in this aspect of hunting.

Fisher was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly took out a plate of sauced beef from under the counter. This was originally what he wanted to eat, but he did not hesitate to give it to the girl, who handed over a few silver coins, thanked her, and began to eat. She didn't use any tools, just her hands, and stuffed the beef into her mouth, like a barbarian.

Fisher was amused and asked her where she was coming from and where she was going.

The girl said that she was a hunter, that she was going to hunt, and that she was going to the imperial capital.

Fisher said that the imperial capital is good, the imperial capital is big, but can the imperial capital have monsters to hunt?

The girl said no, I was going to gather in the imperial capital, form a hunter team, and go hunting a very powerful guy.

The girl's mouth was stuffed with beef, so her speech was a little slurred. But Fisher and Greg still understood, the former kept praising the girl for her youth, but the latter's brows frowned slightly. What are the Hunter Squad, Imperial Capital, Karan doing?

"Huh. The girl swallowed all the beef in her mouth, "Boss, do you still have beef here?" I want to eat to my heart's content, and go to the Lord of Thorns in the best spirit!"

Greg's goblet nearly slipped out of his hand.