"Is the young man you mentioned here?"

Carl frowned and walked into a small room, and the moment he pushed open the door, a wave of heat rushed to him, inside and outside.

Maids in aprons walked back and forth between the long tables, some lustful men always trying to stretch out their groping hands, while others drank their beers and bragged.

This is the norm here, yes, this is the Tavern of Stikeana, this tavern is not large, after all, this place is far from the mainland, and the transportation of many materials is not smooth, so although there is also a business to sell alcohol here, but it is not much.

"Lord Earl, this is what we discovered by accident, and I think he will definitely help us, as the drunkards say that the young man often preaches his ways here." Kevin, who was beside him, didn't feel uncomfortable with the atmosphere of the tavern, after all, he used to be a mercenary, and he came to this kind of place every day.

"I hope he's a guy who understands our language, I don't understand what they say." Carl gave him a blank look, in fact he doubted whether the young man Kevin was talking about could help him, and even in this matter, he didn't have much expectations, just trying his luck.

"Then you can rest assured, this is also the territory of the Dillmans, and that fellow has been here for so long, and when I heard that his story was told, it was in our language."

Kevin was always a thorough dealer, he took all the concerns Carl could take into account and investigated.

"That's good, I hope I don't come for nothing." Carl nodded, and walked straight into the tavern.

"Two, new faces, what's up?" The guys at the bar weren't surprised by the faces that often appeared here during this time, most of these people were those soldiers who had come from the recent past, and although they didn't know who they were, it didn't prevent them from doing business.

"Let's have two beers, and don't mess with those water-mixing stuff for me." Carl said casually.

The fellow looked at him and didn't say anything, but there was some joy in his heart, it seemed that this was not the usual guy with pockets as black as their face.

"Your beer." In a few moments, the fellow brought over two bottles of beer, one for Carl and Kevin.

"The smell." As soon as he took the first sip, Carl frowned.

"There's no way, Lord Earl, after all, it's so remote that I'm glad to have beer." Kevin saw Carl's discomfort and explained.

"Looks like I've been picking my taste buds too lately." Carl smiled, maybe his recent life has been so good that he has begun to demand a little bit about the quality of life.

"It's your privilege to enjoy life, and it's what you should do." Kevin shrugged his shoulders, in fact, his monarch's requirements for life are already very low, at least in his years of life, he still rarely sees an earl who has such low requirements for his quality of life, although it is not the first time he has seen it, but those have sworn by God's poverty.

"That's not the point, Kevin, I'm not here specifically for beer, where are the young people you are talking about?" The quality of the beer in the glass did not have much effect on Carl.

"I'll see." Kevin glanced at the people around him, in fact, the whole tavern was not very big and not very special, it was still very convenient to find someone.

"Hey, I've found the Earl, it's that young man!" Kevin screamed, pointing his finger at a guy hiding in the corner, and it could be seen that his nutrition was not good, and the whole person had a feeling of thinness.

"He doesn't look reliable." Carl said jokingly.

"The Earl, whose eyes may be deceiving." Kevin, of course, knew that the young man's external conditions were not good.

"Let's go, go over and see that guy." Carl patted Kevin on the shoulder.

"Knock"

The young man was startled by the two men in front of him who had suddenly placed wine glasses on his table.

"These are two rich guys." The young man glanced at them and immediately judged in his heart.

Although he is young, it does not mean that his eyesight is poor, in fact, people with poor eyesight cannot survive in such a place.

"Dude, what's the matter?" The young man looked at them warily.

"Your Dielman is really good." Hearing the other party's simple question, Karl's eyes lit up, and he was worried that the other party's accent would be very obscure, but at least there was no such problem now.

"Thank you for the compliment." The young man answered, but the vigilance in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Two strangers suddenly come to your table in a tavern, it doesn't mean that they want to make friends with you, maybe the next second they will pick up their wine glasses and smash them on your head.

"Can you tell me your name before that?" Carl sat down to himself and asked as if he were a friend.

"Originally, I was worried that I was mistaken, but now I am sure that the two of you should be here for the first time, and most of the regular customers here know my name, and my name is Vicky." Vicky looked at Karl and the two.

"Listen to my entourage, you have a very nice story here, I wonder if you can tell me about it?" Carl didn't care about the unkindness in the other party's eyes, and said with a smile.

"The story? Man, that's not a story, that's history, that's history that can't be forgotten, it's a memory of blood and tears. Vicky was thrilled to hear Carl refer to it as a story.

"Okay, sir, I'm offended, stop your anger for a while, and tell me about the history you are talking about, I'd love to know." Carl reassured.

"I'm sorry man, I'm not willing to tell this stuff to two people who come to see my jokes, you're just going to use it as an after-dinner conversation and don't really care about it." Vicky sneered, if the other party was still unwilling to leave, then he would leave this table by himself, after all, the other two people were not easy to mess with.

"You haven't told us yet, sir, so how do you know I'll talk about it after cooking? I've heard you're in need of help, and maybe I can help you. Looking at the other party's action of leaving, Carl was not in a hurry.

Vicky frowned, meeting Karl's smiling eyes, not knowing why his heart moved.

After hesitating for a moment, Vicky sighed and said, "Well, although I know it's a waste of time, but who told me to have more time, in that case, let me recall that miserable content again." ”

Carl didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile and made a gesture of please.

Vicky cleared his throat and began to tell a piece of history, his voice was very steady, but in some moments of excitement, there was always a faint mourning that made people tremble, and he could hear that this story had been told in his heart a thousand times, and he told it very smoothly at this moment, and it was easy to bring Carl into that story.

Indeed, as Vicky said, it is a history full of blood and tears,

The story he told is not too long ago, and even many old people still have a deep impression of that period.

A few decades ago, Sibek was not the territory of the kingdom of Denmeka, there was a tribe that thrived in that land, and the people of that tribe were very diligent, they took care of Sibek very well, and through their industrious hands, they at least did not lack food, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea, fishing and hunting resources made them not lack meat, and fish and meat were also meat.

Their tribe has been multiplying here for an unknown number of generations, and no one will count such a thing, but there is no doubt that Sibek has become inseparable from the Sakya tribe, and no one can be separated.

But that all changed that night, when a group of Wikipedians came across the sea, and they landed on the island of West Baker in row after row in a terrifying warship, and the horned helmets were so powerful and ferocious that they overwhelmed the honest Sakya tribe, and when they tried to resist, they found that they were powerless.

Unsurprisingly, in the end, the entire Sibek fell, and the Sakya tribe became a thing of the past, perhaps not a thing of the past, after all, those people are still there, but they are no longer named by the name of the Sakya tribe, and the remnants of the Sakya tribe have become slaves.

The Horned Helmets did not see them as human beings, but only as the lowest level of labor, and the Horned Helmets whipped them, insulted them, and made them grow food and hunt for the Horned Helmets, and in the end they could not even get enough food.

The Sakya wanted to resist, and they had been resisting for so many years, but all this had a head, and after almost ten years, there was almost no sound of resistance, and those Sakya seemed to have resigned themselves to their fate.

But there are exceptions to all this, there are always people who don't want to be ruled like slaves by those Wikipedians, and now that Sibeck has no power to resist, they have chosen to flee to the island, hoping to help them with the help of forces outside Sibek.

Every year, people flee from that island and from that castle, but in the end there are almost no people who come back, and even if they come back with people, they are undoubtedly caught directly, but even so, there are still many people who work tirelessly, and the vicky in front of Carl is one of them.

After learning about everything, Carl showed a look of admiration, this is the admiration of the young man in front of him who is unwilling to oppress, but also the admiration of his heart, he successfully escaped, but he still cherishes his hometown, he still hopes to be able to save the people of his hometown, instead of leaving everything to be at ease, which is very worthy of his affirmation.