I don't remember how many times I've been scared in previous battles, but I think there should have been many, too many to count. So much so that in normal times when I am not fighting, I will constantly hint to myself and find a reason not to care about my heart.

But I found that I never seemed to be able to find it, and that all the high-sounding, air-swallowing words were not enough for me to die with unhindered generosity. Occasionally, the fear disappears because of anger and disgust, but most of the time watching the enemy rush at me is worried, yes, worried...... I don't think that feeling can be called fear, fear is more pure than worry.

This kind of cranky thinking is really useless other than to get into the state more and more slowly.

Yes, I'm getting less angry now, and I'm even starting to find a little reason to be angry. I began to feel that everything didn't matter, that there was nothing left to be pursued, that I wanted to pursue.

Love, Friendship, Adventure, Thrill...... Scold...... Perhaps this feeling will gradually fade as you get older.

I've always been alone, and occasionally I envy a few drunks in the tavern who want to be the King of the Storm, I don't know what the relationship between them is, but looking at the drunken state of the two of them, I guess they must be very good friends.

But I didn't, I've always been my own. Friendship has gradually disappeared in my heart, perhaps because I have been alone for too long, and I have long forgotten what friendship is. I can't even remember what it was like to be happy in my life. I'm just going to be on my own...... Everything around me has nothing to do with me.

I also didn't need to use my right hand to calm the occasional stirring desire a long, long time ago.

The vast majority of women in the tavern ...... I can't say insults to them, all people, all trades, all jobs are not fundamentally different from wild dogs foraging. Eating or eating meat is actually about living.

I spend money to occupy their bodies for a while, and they exchange their bodies for the capital to live. Stripped of the restrictions imposed on it by morality and the law at a given time and under certain circumstances, it does not seem that such a deal is impossible, no matter how dirty, evil, and despicable the woman may become...... I'm just going to trade for the pleasure of my body from the time I enter to the time I exit.

I'm not buying their hearts. Scold...... Can you buy it? There are often stories of prostitutes and prostitutes loving prostitutes, and prostitutes and women loving prostitutes.

Like me?

They only like me to push harder and deeper when they're about to fly into the clouds...... This kind of liking is only for a while, and then I like the way I pay and the money I take out.

That's all.

But gradually, those people tired me...... They took my right hand, but gradually made me feel a deep sense of loss.

I know...... That feeling is called ...... Lonely.

Of course, there are less snobbish ...... in the tavern Girls, they don't make you feel like you're just a plaything at a glance. But there are very few such girls, and there are no two in the entire Stormwind City.

I think I've found a good ...... Belch...... You can't use the word "something".

Good...... Tut...... I can't find the right words to describe it.

It's true that they're better than that kind of woman, but it seems a bit of an exaggeration to say that they are baby. Good entertainment? Good concubine? Hum...... Whatever......

I've come to like to go to them, not just because they're younger, softer, smoother, and have a better voice...... More often than not, there will be a feeling in them that you will never find in women who have been in the industry for many years.

That kind of greenness...... The kind of ...... that hasn't been fully released Green......

Maybe I'm really old, although my body bones, muscles, and organs seem to be the same as before, but I feel old. I told myself I was just going to release it, but sometimes I felt an indescribable irritability when I looked at their faces and smooth bodies.

It's not that their jade bodies are not soft enough, they are not gentle enough, and they are not so engaged in catering to the bed...... No, but every time I see them, especially after the passion, I always have a ...... Strange feelings.

I never asked them why they were doing this here, and I didn't mean that I wanted to persuade them to be good, and it wouldn't be difficult to get some money to ransom them, but I never asked, I just gave them more money every time.

Scold...... Is this mercy? I don't know. Probably not.

But sometimes I long, to see in their eyes what I crave. Having a woman walk in bed is no longer something I have to show, it's more that I want to see something different in her eyes than the woman who wants to pull your hand into her crotch and let you choose her as soon as you pass her.

I knew what I wanted, and I knew I couldn't get what I wanted from them, but I had lost everything...... Something that was originally mine!

I also know that many times I am good to them, in fact, I have a lot of other thoughts in my heart, and they are very good to me, I don't know if it is because of the face I give with more money. But I really can't find that thing in them.

It's not the kind of heartbeat, it's not the kind of love that can't give up, it's not that you have to belong, it's not that it's hard to sleep, it's not willing, it's pure...... I can't find it.

I was no longer angry, and I didn't feel angry even when I poked the dagger into the bodies of those people, like this is what I should do, like yawning and opening my mouth wide and sneezing with my eyes closed...... It's all as it should be.

Fear...... Scold...... Yes, I was startled when I looked up and saw the figure on the eaves, but only startled.

Heart...... Surprised? Well...... It was a surprise indeed.

I don't admit that it's fear right now, it seems to me that it's just a judgment of the situation.

The man on the eaves didn't pounce, but I threw the dagger in my right hand at him. As the man was stabbed with a dagger, men on both sides rushed towards me. It only takes a few seconds for the dozens of meters long alley to rush in front of my eyes, and this is my last chance.

Kicking against the wall, I rolled over and climbed up, and the people behind me rushed under me first, but by this time I had already grabbed half of the eaves and went up to the roof.

The dagger they threw at me was just a little bit of skin, and it didn't matter.

If only I had a bow and arrow in my hand at this time, but the fact that these guys didn't even have a hand or crossbow is a failure of failures. But it's probably all hooligans and the like, not real killers.

I stood on the roof and looked at the people in the alley, but I didn't run away. I was at a disadvantage down there, but when I went up to the roof and looked at them in such an uneven place, I really wanted to compare with them.

This group of guys was really stunned, and they really climbed up. Instead of smashing them with tiles, I crouched on the roof and watched them climb, and seeing that I didn't attack them, the group of guys stepped up their speed.

One, two, three, and when the fourth came up I decided I couldn't watch anymore. Handing over the short sword in my left hand to my right hand, I threw myself at them.

Two of them were bending down to pull people, and when they saw me, they rushed towards me and killed me. It was a good situation, and with two dodges in a row, I kicked one out and then stabbed the other guy in the stomach.

The guy who was kicked down had just stood up when the guy I pushed him with a stab knocked off the roof. This was followed by a few screams, and it seemed that the guy who fell had hit someone.

The guy who had just climbed up came at me, and I said that they were looking for death if they fought on the roof. They weren't my match at all, and I stabbed them down and pushed them off the roof in two of three strikes except to take their weapons.

Seeing that the group of guys saw that they couldn't do anything at all, they said they wanted to withdraw, so I grabbed the tile on the ground and threw it at a person's face, and after catching the tile firmly, the guy planted it straight from the house.

The sound of the fight was not much, but the screams tore through the silence of the night. I began to worry again, after all, the guards were not deaf, and the people around me were not deaf.

They withdrew, and wanted to drag those who fainted with them, but I firmly disagreed. They threw down a few faint people and ran away, presumably to go back to call someone or report the situation.

I touched one of the ones who wasn't dead, and now he didn't pee, so I could only wake him up. When he woke up, I continued to ask, "Where do your heads live?" ”

This guy was obviously not that hard, and the position of the tip of my knife allowed him to immediately tell the whereabouts of the chief. But when I asked them about the personnel and background of their organization, I heard footsteps in the distance.

The officers and soldiers are coming.

I got up and kicked him out and I went to the room again, it seems that it is not so dark at this time, it seems that I can't get out of the city immediately, I have to investigate this matter carefully.

But there's one thing I can't figure out...... Since there are people watching in the Reginald family, what about when they are in Danya's house? Thinking of this, I hurried to Danya's house, but after passing half of the city, it was already dawn, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street.

The blood stains on my body were a bit glaring, so I stole a few clothes and decided to go get some outfits. At least I'll have to get myself some long-range weapons.