Duke of Grief

Kuwa dragged his tired body on the street, yawned with his mouth covered.

The listless eyes looked around, and no civilian on the street dared to face him.

The icy cold wind brought the unique smell of the sea from the harbor into the collar, so that the city guard could not help but shivered and tightened the neckline.

A warm felt hat wrapped his head and ears, and Kouwa spit out a white mist from his mouth. His boots stepped on the snow that had not yet melted. He held the belt with his left hand holding the sword handle, and continued to watch the street.

It's spring now, but somehow, it's still by the seaside. Not only did the ice and snow not melt, but it also snowed heavily last night.

"The weather is getting weirder..."

Looking at the few pedestrians on the street, Kuwa murmured.

Because the spring breeze didn't arrive, the warm sun didn't shine on this land, so the merchants running the sea and those sailors could not set sail, and the sailors stranded in the city became an uncertain factor, or else "Masters" will not ask them to get up and patrol early in the morning.

The spring breeze does not come and the winter and snow are difficult to melt. Kuwa heard that not only the sea merchants and sailors but also the farmers were affected.

The Sloane continent was in the middle of spring, but the snow and ice covering the farmland had not yet melted, and the farmers did not dare to plant the seeds now. They feared that the seeds would be "frozen to death" due to the overnight snow storm.

Because the temperature is low, the seeds cannot germinate. Isn't this just freezing?

To be honest, Kuva is really a little scared. If this temperature continues like this, can they have a good harvest this year?

If the harvest is not good, the food price will be high, and he still knows this. If the harvest is not good this year, the food price will increase, so what do they eat?

Kuwa sighed, looking at the deserted street in front of him, feeling that he could relax a little, there are not many people on the street right now, there is little possibility of someone making trouble, and the tavern is the place where the sailors gather, he should go to the tavern Look!

With this thought in mind, Couva quickened his pace, quickly walked through a few streets, and walked towards the pub that he visited most often.

Before pushing the door open, he heard the loud noise in the tavern, exactly the same as the night before.

Kuva pushed open the door in front of him. A cold wind rushed in as he pushed the door open. The sailor near the door shuddered with the cold.

"who is it?!"

A few of them drank wine after waking up early in the morning, or rather, those who hadn’t been sober last night suddenly turned their heads and looked at the door of the tavern.

Kuwa took off the felt hat and shook, stomped his feet, shook off the white snow standing on the boots and felt hat, closed the door, and then looked at the clamoring big men: "It's me, what's wrong?"

Because of the cold weather, he had to get up early this morning. Kuwa was not asleep, so that when he swept the crowd with a pair of dead fish eyes, the big men who had stood up were silent and sat back quietly.

Kuva was wearing a uniform of the City Guard, which was actually a white coat and brown pants. He was wrapped in a warm-looking fleece coat, and there was a long sword hanging around his waist. When he saw the sword People will know his identity.

The pub was quiet for only a few seconds, and then people laughed.

Several ridiculously angry men blushed, stood with their fists pinched, and yelled at those who laughed the loudest and the most excessively, and then it was not long before they wrestled together.

The tumultuous atmosphere in the tavern did not affect Couwa. He sat at the bar and asked the boss for a cup of hot milk. He sat quietly and looked at the people in the tavern.

Here are mixed fish and dragons, thieves, fishermen, sailors, adventurers, mercenaries, and even merchants, these people gathered together, as long as the larger towns, these people are indispensable.

Here, even a fisherman may have killed someone, and the civilians who really keep their own lives will not come to this pub. The boss here has a background, but it does not make it clear that the city guards are not welcome, except for him, very few City guards will come here.

This tavern is located in a dark corner of the civilian area. His home is nearby and grew up nearby, so for other city guards it is almost a'forbidden place', but for him it is a more warm place .

"Yo, Kuva, shouldn't you be working now?"

A rough hand pushed a cup of cappuccino, and Kuwa looked down the hand and saw a smiley face.

The owner of this hand is a middle-aged man. He is the son-in-law of the pub owner. His wife is the boss's daughter. He was a good adventurer and settled in the city after marrying the boss's daughter.

Kuva and this man have known each other for more than ten years, and half of the swordsmanship he currently uses is taught by this man. Before that, he had a crush on the daughter of the pub owner, thinking he would marry her when he grew up. Then many things happened...

Can't help but look at the empty cuffs on the other side of the man, Kuwa pursed his mouth, picked up the hot milk and poured himself into the mouth. The heat flowed down the esophagus towards the stomach, and the warmth suddenly spread in the body of the city guard.

After a hiccup, Kuwa turned red and casually replied: "Yeah, but my job is to look at those people, as long as they don't go into the street and make trouble."

The skill of stealing in the busy, as long as a city guard who has been in the team for more than two years can master the skill, the old Yuzi in the usual sense is talking about them.

"By Kuwa, have you heard?"

The eyes of Kuwa and middle-aged men are staring at the little girl holding a plate and walking through the crowd. Although they both know that no one dares to do it, even if some people dare to do it, others will fall away. Beat the man flat and throw it out of the tavern.

The little girl with a braid tied behind her head and some freckles on her face, but with a smile on her face all the time, inherited her father’s natural optimism, and her mother’s fine appearance, plus her identity, often None of the guests who drink and make trouble in the pub dislike her.

But the two of them just don't worry about this little girl who is 15 or 16 years old.

In the empty space for adding wine to the guests, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, hehe smiled and said: "That's the one about the dragon!"

There is a lot of noise in the tavern, only they are still quiet.

"what?"

Kuva blinked and wondered: "Isn't that false news? Dragons, how can dragons appear so easily..."

"But someone said they saw it."

The middle-aged man pointed to ‘above’, “Just a few days ago, some people said he saw it with his own eyes, and a giant dragon flew in the sky.”

Kuwa snorted: "Can you believe this?"

He raised his finger to those people, "Gamblers, scammers, pirates, notorious adventurers, here, everyone can find them except those who keep their own lives, and what can these people take seriously?"

The conversation between the two of them also attracted the attention of the other people. After all, the two of them are talking about now, but the most lively thing recently.

"No, I'm real--I really saw it!"

The man who claimed to have seen the dragon happened to be sitting next to Kuwa. He burped and drunkenly said, "Just a few days ago, I hadn't been here yet-I saw a blue The giant dragon flew from the sky! Indeed, I really saw it! Not only me, but also my teammates saw it, just, but they are not here..."

Hearing this sentence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow at Kuva, but Kuwa still sniffed.

"How long can it be from here in a few days? If you could see the dragon a few days ago, then this should also be--"

Kuwa's voice suddenly jammed, and the tavern gradually fell into silence.

As if the pause button was pressed, everyone's movements were stagnant. Only the wine glasses that fell on the table and the wine flowing on the ground could prove that the time had not been stopped.

Did they hear it wrong?

Everyone looked at each other. If they heard it wrong, what would make everyone illusion?

That should be... Dragon Roar is right?

"Roar--"

The sound rang again!

This time, they finally determined that they heard correctly, that should be-"Dragon Roar"!