Well, since the first person that our protagonist Don thinks of before he dies is Josia, we might as well sell him face and turn our eyes back to Bran to see what this gray army intelligence leader is doing......

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In the morning, Mountain Creek City.

The cold wind is not cold, and the sun is warm. Compared with the bone-chilling and completely uninhabitable Northern Wilderness, although Bran is also in winter, in this holy city in the northern hinterland, the winter chill is not so perverted.

Of course, this is relative. If it is from the broken mouth of the old woman in Shanxi City, it must not be difficult to hear such a nag, 'This year's winter seems to be colder......

The Creekside Tavern, which is running a living, knows what it does when you hear the name. Because the location is a little remote, the business will naturally not be too good, basically the old customers who come around, light and light, but quiet.

When this tavern first opened, the surrounding civilians also talked about it, saying that this tavern probably wouldn't be open for a long time, and it would be like the owner of the tavern before, and finally chose to change hands after a while.

But at least until now, this is not the case, although the tavern business is still not improving, it is still open every day, rain or shine. Some of the old drunkards around were naturally overjoyed when they saw this, and sometimes they would even deliberately call their friends to come over and take a few glasses of cheap ale, so as to rush to popularity, lest the tavern close down. In that case, they would have to run a long way if they wanted to drink......

These funny and ridiculous actions made the tavern grow better for a while, and the owners were a little ridiculous. In fact, these drunkards are completely overthinking. Because this tavern will always be here, barring no accidents. After all. It is the stronghold of the Greys' secret services!

Of course. In fact, the so-called base camp. It's just a saying, it's just because Josia, the top leader of the secret agency, often stays here, so it's called.

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Because it was morning, the tavern was extremely deserted, and there were only two or three drunkard-looking guests. Pushing the cup to change the lamp, shaking his head from time to time and muttering, or cursing loudly. Talking about life is not easy, etc.

In addition, there is a middle-aged shopkeeper sitting by the door, calmly wiping the counter in front of him with a rag over and over again, which seems to be accustomed to this situation, and has no intention of restraining drunk customers. Only from time to time, he would cast his eyes on the corner of the hall and shake his head slightly, his eyes a little regretful.

Sitting there was a man with disheveled hair and a drunken head, with empty wine jars lying on the table. Angular relationships. I can't see what it looks like. However, if there is a person who pays attention to details, you will find that this man has a somewhat sloppy image. But the waist board is straight. It's not intentional, it's like a natural posture that has been trained all year round...... The unique temperament of the soldiers of the barracks!

At this time, the man shook the wine jar in his hand, and seemed to have drunk it cleanly. Casually put it down, then waved it, bang, and simply slapped off another bottle of wine can.

Seeing this, the middle-aged shopkeeper sighed, got up and walked over, knocked on the table and whispered, "Drink less, you should go back and rest." ”

After a pause in his hand and putting down the wine jar, the man slowly raised his head, but he was handsome and not very old. It's just that the obviously unkempt beard on his face, as well as the bloodshot reddish eyes, make him a little depressed.

Of course, these are not the main ones, the key is that the long horrible scar that pulls from the corner of his left eye all the way to his chin spoils his handsome appearance. Coupled with his current image, it is somewhat hideous.

However, although his face was vicious, and he had drunk a lot of wine now, from the empty wine jar on the table, although it was all over the place, there was no empty wine jar that fell to the ground, it can be seen that the young man was still a little restrained, and now he has not lost his sanity.

Nodding slightly, receiving this concern, the young man was easy to speak, and stood up crookedly with the freshly opened wine jar, raised his foot and staggered towards the back door of the tavern. I don't know if it's the residents here, or the people inside the tavern.

"Hee-hee...... Eat and eat, eat the overlord meal?" a drunkard guest who was not far away, seeing that the young man had not yet paid the bill and got up and left, he also staggered up, rolled up his sleeves, and his face was full of resentment, "Boss, En'e...... Don't be afraid, I'll help you get justice. Well, little boy, don't go......"

"Uh...... Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. The middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly went up to block the drunkard guest, "He is a long-term guest of mine, and the wine money has already been given enough." ”

"Oh, that's it...... That's good, boss, if you come across a bite to eat in the future...... What's the situation, come to me directly, I'm definitely in this area...... Cover it!"

"Yes, yes, I won't trouble you in the future. ”

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The middle-aged innkeeper was dealing with the tavern guests, but the young man staggered out of the back door of the tavern hall as if he hadn't heard of this little dispute.

There are several steps here at the back door, and when this young man arrives here, he squints his slightly red eyes, and it is quite difficult to walk, swaying three times, and he wants to fall. At this time, a person dressed as a tavern waiter rushed in from the front door with a piece of white paper, looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper, nodded, and then quickly ran to the back door, as if there was something urgent to do.

The steps were not wide, and although the waiter had already avoided it and was about to pass aside, the young man happened to stumble at this time, and the two collided in one place.

Bang...... The waiter was fine, with a blank piece of paper in his hand, and quickly stood firm. But the young man, who had drunk too much, could not do it, and his body was crooked, and he sat down on the steps.

Seeing this, the waiter hurriedly leaned over to help him, glanced around, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Lord Borg, but I'm in a hurry." ”

"It's fine. It's not about you, it's me who drank too much. With a wave of his hand, the young man got up from the ground disapprovingly, and when he swept his eyes, he saw the word wanted on the white paper in the waiter's hand, as well as a portrait, and asked casually, "What is this?"

"Uh......" the waiter hesitated for a moment and replied, "This is something to report to the regimental commander." ”

The so-called regiment commander, that is naturally Josia's other identity, the head of the propaganda department of the Gray Army. For the sake of the safety of the leaders of the secret agency, it is also the reason why Josia himself does not care. So even though her status is much higher than that of the regimental commander, people in the organization generally refer to her as the regimental commander.

Josh...... The young man squinted, his gaze was complicated, and after a moment, he waved his hand: "I'm fine, you go and do your thing." ”

"Yes. ”

Watching the waiter turn into the road on the left and walk away, the young man stood in place in a daze, then shook his head, threw his head up sharply, poured a sip of wine, and continued to staggered forward.

That's right, this young man is the Borg he hasn't seen for a long time.

The battle between Bran and the Northern Wilderness has long ended, and as one of the middle-level generals of the Gray Clothes Army to reinforce Bran, he naturally shouldn't have appeared here alone, and he stayed for nearly a month.

The reason for this is naturally because of that embarrassing thing! When Borg led his troops to retreat into the defense area of the Zichen Legion after being disfigured, he suddenly met Josia in the frontline city, but was immediately slapped in the face. Then, Borg lost his mind and ordered his soldiers to attack Mixiu, but instead of taking advantage, after Mixiu revealed that he was a wounded soldier under Frey, he was beaten by the passing Thunder Legionnaires, and Zuihou was imprisoned by the Zichen soldiers.

It didn't make a big fuss, but it was impossible to assume that it didn't happen. The Thunder Soldiers, who beat people, are rightly strong, and Borg becomes a villain intent on destroying the relationship between the two sides. The Zichen Legion naturally didn't care about this, and Zuihou simply pushed it to the front-line generals of the Gray Army.

Because of his status, Borg was not punished. Of course, it is no longer realistic to want to stay on the front lines. Just by taking advantage of the injury on his face, Borg left the front line after being reprimanded by General Daniel, the top general of the Gray Army stationed on the front line.

Immediately, Borg's third uncle, Enoch of the secret agency, learned the news and sent someone to pick him up, wanting him to recuperate and adjust his state in the rear city.

However, judging from the current situation, it is clear that Borg's form has not been adjusted. On the contrary, after looking at the scar on his face and touching the place where he was slapped by Josia, Borg felt like he was being devoured by ten thousand ants, tossing and turning, and he could only anesthetize himself with alcohol all day in exchange for a moment of stability.

"Ha, dare to hit me, that woman...... Cheap people!" Tilting his head and pouring wine, his steps staggered, and the scar on Borg's face was like a living centipede at this time, bent and twisted, slightly red, really hideous and terrifying.

"Uh......" Suddenly paused, Borg shook his head, only to realize that he did not go to the guest room, but subconsciously came to the place where Josia was meeting. Bang! Suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard, Borg hugged his head and roared, "You're still thinking about her, you're still thinking about that slut! Borg, you idiot, stupid......"

Crazy people generally insult themselves, and use foul language, which is extremely ugly.

After a moment, Borg gasped and turned around and walked backwards, but only after a few steps, he turned his head and looked at the council with a strange expression, "Hehe, it's okay to take a look, this bitch...... Just one more look, just one look, oh, bitch, ......."

............ (To be continued......)