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"Huh?" Ron turned his head to see a bald head standing in front of the table, he was wearing tattered clothes, and there were several conspicuous patches on them, a large smooth bald head with only a few sparse hairs, he held a shabby felt hat in his hand, grinning and stretching it out to Ron, and gently shaking it twice, the felt hat had not been washed for some time, and it was covered with oil stains. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

A pungent smell of wine wafted into Ron's nostrils, causing him to frown, the old man's face was flushed with wine, and he walked swaying, and it seemed that he had drunk too much. [Search for the latest updates.]

Seeing that Ron didn't react, the old man shook the hat in his hand again, "Little brother, give me some money, the gods will bless you......"

Look at this gesture Ron understands, this old man is a beggar, this gesture, Ron often sees it on his grandfather, and suddenly a familiar and cordial feeling wells up in his heart.

Without saying a word, he immediately took out twenty gold coins from his body, put them all on the old man's worn felt hat, and said, "Here you go!"

"Whew!"

The mercenaries who saw this scene around all took a breath of cool air, they had seen such a generous person, but they had never seen such a generous person, what kind of person was that old man? A beggar, this guy actually gave him twenty gold coins at once, what is the concept of twenty gold coins? That is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year.

At this time, the mercenaries looked sideways at Ron, looking him up and down, and some mercenaries with bad intentions were already secretly speculating on his strength and were ready to attack him.

The old man was visibly stunned for a moment, and quickly withdrew his felt hat, and put the twenty gold coins in his pocket, as if he was afraid that Ron would snatch the money back, he smiled and thanked him, and turned away.

"Alas, alas, alas!" said one of the mercenaries next to him, shaking his head, raising his voice so that Ron could hear him.

Sure enough, Ron turned his head and asked, "What a pity this big brother!"

An unfathomable smile appeared on the mercenary's face, "Hehe, this little brother, I mean your money is a pity, do you think that guy is a beggar? Hehe, it's not bad to say that he is a beggar, but all the money he begged for is used to buy wine, he is a complete drunkard! Your twenty gold coins are guaranteed to be spent at once, so ah, it's a pity for the little brother's money!"

After speaking, he shook his head, with an expression that you had lost money.

Ron was momentarily speechless, "Uh, that's how it is!"

The old man hurried to the counter, threw the twenty gold coins on the counter, and shouted, "Buy all the wine, I want the best red rose wine here......

If you buy all the inferior rice wine for twenty gold coins, you can still buy a lot, and there is no problem at all in drinking it for ten days and half a month, but if you buy red rose wine, it will only be about one or two catties, which shows that this old man is a person who is greedy for enjoyment, of course, this refers to wine.

"What a drunkard! I don't know what shit luck I had!" the mercenaries around him began to talk.

The old man bought the wine, asked the waiter to put it in an ordinary bottle that he had brought with him, and did not find a table to sit down, but went straight to the corner of the tavern, lay down on the ground, opened the lid, and drank it deliciously, and he exchanged all the money for wine, and did not even have the money to buy the food and drinks.

Ron noticed that beside the old man, there was a tattered baggage, and next to the baggage, a rusty iron sword was placed there, the kind that no one picked up even if it was thrown on the street.

"Anyway, this old man is really a little strange, let's say it's a mercenary, no one has ever seen him do any tasks, and he begs around every day with a shabby felt hat!"

"That guy also used the mercenary medal as a wine seller, if it weren't for the waiter here who was familiar with him and knew that he used to be a mercenary, he would be charged double the price for studying!"

The sound of the mercenaries' discussion entered Ron's ears.

"I actually gave the money to a drunkard who is addicted to alcohol!" Ron was a little helpless, he had never seen a beggar spend money like this, the twenty gold coins were gone in a blink of an eye, all replaced with wine, if it was Grandpa Zari, he would have received a big reward from the gold lord to study, and he would have hidden the money close to him, and he would only use it when he needed it.

"That's not right!" Huo Meilin looked at the figure of the old man, frowned, and showed a thoughtful expression, "I don't know why, I always feel that this guy gives me a sense of danger!"

"Dangerous feeling, why is that?" Ron was a little surprised, in his eyes, Homerin was a strong man who could do anything, and it was the first time Ron had heard Homerin speak to him in such a solemn tone.

"I can't say the specifics, he seems to have used some method to hide his strength!" Huo Meilin took a deep breath, "I hope I guessed wrong!"

The waiter had already brought the hot food, and Ron was chatting with Homelin as he ate, occasionally glancing at the drunken old man.

Hearing what Homelin said, Ron paid attention to him, but he couldn't see anything strange about the old man, a very ordinary drunkard, no different from the drunkards he had seen.

He saw in his hand a worn-out wine bottle, stained with stains and dust, and the wine bottle contained a precious red rose wine, which seemed very incongruous compared to the wine bottle, and the wine drunk by the nobles should be in a fine glass bottle, and placed on a spotless square table in the banquet, on which should have a few goblets, and the beautiful maid poured red rose wine, which was as bright as blood, on a bright goblet and served it to every guest who participated in the banquet, and the guest gently shook the goblet, sniffed the fragrance of the red rose, and tasted it lightly on the tip of his tongue。

But now it seems that such a precious wine is in the hands of that drunkard old man, it is simply a waste, like such a precious wine, the average nobleman is not willing to drink, not to mention the mercenary who has been wandering for a long time, the old man's behavior has attracted the attention of many mercenaries.

At that moment, the door opened with a thud, and then a large number of people poured in.

These people were wearing white robes, and the armor on their bodies was also white, and the bright red cross was pinned to their chests, which was very conspicuous, and it turned out that the Holy Crusade of the Holy See had arrived.

Who? Who is it? Who dare to make trouble at the mercenary station? Those mercenaries stood up and looked at each other, you must know that although the mercenary station is small, it represents the mercenary union behind it, and the mercenary union represents the interests of the vast number of mercenaries, and if you offend the mercenary union, you can't get along with the mercenaries of the whole continent, who would do such a stupid thing.

As soon as the well-trained Holy Crusaders entered the tavern, they immediately took up various vantage points in small steps, and for a time, all the corners and commanding heights were controlled, and each of them had a sword in his hand, and his expression was grim, and he looked murderous, and if anyone dared to act rashly, no one would doubt that their sword would be cut down.

Some mercenaries wanted to resist, after all, each of them had strong strength, and they were used to licking blood with knives, but when they saw other people's regular army, they immediately hesitated.

"Pap-"

Bands of Holy Crusaders continued to march, and in a short time, the entire mercenary station was surrounded and densely packed, as impenetrable as an iron barrel.

"What's the matter? Who are they? What a bold man, they dare to surround the mercenary station, aren't they afraid of the mercenary union?" said a mercenary softly.

"Look at their outfits, they look like Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire!" said a blind mercenary.

"Hell, aren't we in the Kingdom of Barbalin? and see the Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire?" said another mercenary.

"Roar—roar—"

At this time, the roar of the sky attracted the attention of the mercenaries, and the pupils of those mercenaries shrank, "Griffin!"

A large number of griffons are circling and flying in the sky, and these mercenaries know that they can have such a powerful griffin legion, needless to say, only the Royal Griffin Knights of the Holy Roman Empire are also famous in the entire continent.

The mercenaries couldn't help but think in their hearts, "Could it be that the Kingdom of Barbalin is at war with the Holy Roman Empire?"

Ron's heart tightened suddenly, seeing those familiar outfits, if he didn't understand what was going on, he would be a fool, these people must have come for him to read, his heart sank to the bottom at once, the other party was a whole legion, and countless griffons in the sky, it was difficult to rush out in such an encirclement.

Ron was nervous in his heart, and his palms were oozing sweat, and he held the Azure level undead bone staff in his hand, which made his heart settle a little, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, what now?"

Huo Meilin's face appeared unprecedentedly solemn, "I'm afraid the situation is not good, the main master is here!"

At this time, a group of Holy Crusaders poured out of the door, and after these Holy Crusaders entered the tavern of the mercenary station, they automatically divided into two columns, and the swords in their hands were raised to the chest position, this action symbolized bravery and loyalty.

Outside the gate, a figure suddenly appeared, he was wearing a white half-body armor, revealing a strong muscle, wearing a big red cloak, pulled up by the powerful air current, his expression was cold, full of the taste of a soldier's fortitude.

As soon as this person walked into the lobby of the tavern of the mercenary station, the powerful coercion was instantly released, shocking the audience at once, and everyone took a step back in unison.

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of these usually unruly mercenaries, and in the face of the man in front of them, they suddenly lost the courage to confront them, the cold sweat on their foreheads also flowed, and the hand holding the long sword trembled gently.

The Lord of the Temple of Piety of the Holy See, the Commander of the Holy Crusader Wharton, the previous ones are all false names, but he also has another identity, and this identity is the key to intimidating everyone, that is, the powerhouse of the Holy Realm!

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