Night Crow Master

Outside the tavern, an old hunter walked into the tavern while exhaling white gas.

A building with a mixture of stone and wood, Romanesque style, with round arches, the exterior has been renovated, with bright colors, triangular gables and high roofs, protruding eaves, and some metal Wheel-shaped bucket arch.

The style of the Arabella Empire had a considerable influence on the port city of Congobert.

Compared with the influence of the Barcelona Empire.

The tavern has four floors, the upper three floors are for accommodation rooms, and the first floor is the normal tavern layout, and food is also provided for wine guests.

When the old hunter walked into the tavern, the tavern was full.

This tavern is not remote, and because of its proximity to the mercenary guild, many mercenaries often come here to drink.

The old hunter squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally found his acquaintance in the corner, a one-armed old man similar to his age.

His body was thin, his face was vicissitudes of life, and the lines of wrinkles mixed with scars made him look older, but those scars were also his honor and made him look self-defeating.

He carried a huge sword on his back, and his broken right arm was covered by a fur cloak that didn’t know it came from. The only left arm used a fork skillfully to fork the food on the plate. , In the entrance.

If you look closely, you can see that the food he forks up is always level, and the left and right sides are always balanced.

The other places in the tavern were already full, but no one sat down beside the one-armed old man and the opposite place.

Before the old hunter, a few young mercenaries who had just walked into the tavern were about to walk over when they saw an empty seat, but were held back by their companions.

The old hunter's eyes lit up and he walked over.

"Gant!"

Hearing the sound, the one-armed old man looked up, and then continued to eat the food on the plate, completely ignoring his meaning.

The old hunter was not annoyed, and sat directly on the empty seat opposite him with a smile on his face:

"Gant, do you have time?"

"..." Although the one-armed old man didn't drive away the old hunter, he didn't pay attention to his meaning either.

Seeing that he still ignored himself, the old hunter made a slur and said to himself:

"I heard that someone encountered a sea elves at sea."

Hearing this sentence, the one-armed old man Gangte paused, but he didn't make a sound.

The old hunter, who had been staring at him, noticed the action and couldn't help but smiled, but in order to avoid accidents, the old hunter narrowed his smile.

He turned his head and looked at it, then shouted to the maid who was walking through the tavern with a tray:

"Alina! Alina!"

Hearing the shout, the maid turned her head and swept her eyes. After finding that it was an old hunter, she sighed and walked over.

"Guest, what do you want—"

The voice of the tavern maid was unabashedly disgusting.

"I said Ellena..." The old hunter was about to say something when he was interrupted by the maid.

"I've said it many times, Stroud! My name is Elmina! Not Elina!"

The maid put her hands on her chest with an uncomfortable expression, and the constantly shaking tray reminded the old hunter of the last time she was hit on her head.

"I'm too old to remember, I can't remember." The old hunter named Stroud chuckled, "Bring me a roast beef. By the way, I want beef shreds."

"Isn't it broken?" Elmina looked disgusted, but she still made a note of her request, but she didn't just leave.

This old man is really stingy. He has never seen him give a tip once. During the checkout, he also used various methods to save a few copper coins.

Because the amount is too small, there is no way to file a case. After a while, the old man will come here again and still use the same method to pay less for the meal.

After she got the job of a tavern maid, she had done this no less than twenty times.

She had remembered this stingy iron **** thoroughly.

The most important thing is that this old man always calls her the wrong name.

Alina? Was it the warbler on Liuying Street?

But I don't know why, what her mother said flashed in her mind. She had never seen it before. The great-grandmother who had been dead for decades seemed to be called by this name.

If the great-grandmother were still alive, she would be more than a hundred years old now.

It's a pity that there has never been a professional in her family, none of them.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have money, I have money!"

The old hunter named Stroud took out a small bag in some thin fur coat, took out a piece of bullion money from it, then grinned and put the money in Elmina's hand .

"..."

Looking at the smile on his face, I don't know why, Elmina had an urge to punch him.

After receiving the money, Elmina turned and left and walked to the bar with a tray.

And watching her leave, the stingy old hunter showed a look of nostalgia, and then he looked at the one-armed old man, who was looking at his fingers and two worn iron rings.

The old hunter moved his hands together naturally, covering the two rings:

"Time flies quickly, isn't it? Gunter, three winters have passed since I came to the kingdom of Ellen. Apart from you and me, there are not many people left in the original mercenary group."

The one-armed old man nodded lightly:

"Ok."

Then he glanced at the maid Elmina, who was walking in front of the tables with plates, and recalled:

"Also a tavern maid."

"Right right!"

The old hunter laughed, then took the wine in front of the one-armed old man and took a sip:

"She works as a maid in Laufer's tavern, her daughter also works as a maid in Laufer's tavern, and her granddaughter is a maid in Laufer's son's tavern, now..."

The one-armed old man looked at the middle-aged man standing in the bar. It was Laufer's grandson.

Seeing what the old hunter looked like, he was silent for a while, and didn't intend to talk about it anymore, then hesitated:

"What you just said...could it be her?"

"I don't know." The old hunter smiled.

The one-eyed old man Gangte frowned.

"This is the news our head told me. I haven't seen that sea elf again. Who knows if she is what you have been looking for?"

The one-eyed old man asked with some doubts:

"Captain? You joined the mercenary group?"

He and Stroud used to belong to the same mercenary group, and Stroud was the one most loyal to the captain.

In a commission about the apocalypse-level monster, the group leader and some members were killed.

Later, Stroud worked hard to make money and wanted to retain the members of the team, but no one continued to stay in the mercenary group that had been destroyed. Even if it was himself, he was accompanying the stubborn Stroud. After receiving the commission for several years, the human mercenary group chose to leave.

Finally, I heard that Stroud had maintained the mercenary group for decades, and finally the mercenary guild cancelled the name system of the mercenary group due to insufficient numbers.

Since then, the opponent has always been a lone mercenary.

This stubborn old guy will join the new mercenary group?

Gangte was surprised, and then he asked, "Why would you?"

"A newly established mercenary group, the head is a little girl, but the strength is quite strong."

The old hunter did not answer positively because he joined the mercenary group, but said with a smile:

"Do you want to join?"

Not only joined, but also to win over yourself?

Gangte was even more surprised. Did this old guy take the wrong medicine?

"What's your leader's name?"

"Mary," the old hunter replied. "Although she is not very famous in Congobert, she will be famous soon."

When he said the name, on a table next to them, a young man dressed in a tuxedo with a temperament similar to a bard, moved his head and looked at the two.

"Mary? Is she here already?"

And his movements made the other bard sitting opposite him a little puzzled:

"What's the matter? Mr. Klester?"

Hearing what he said, Kleist, or Yate, turned his head and said with a smile:

"It's okay, because I heard a familiar name, so..."

"Familiar name?" The bard also looked at the two old men, recalling the name he had just heard, "Marjor?"

"It's Mary."

Yate, who used the name of a certain violinist in his previous life as a vest, with an expression of admiration on his face, deliberately raised his voice:

"Master Mary is a powerful Apocalypse!"

"Apocalypse? Is there any deed?" The bard was a little interested, and then took out a small book from his coat.

The deeds of various characters are the source of inspiration for the stories created by the bard.

There must be some legendary story for someone who can make Mr. Klester so admired?

"Come on, let me tell you..."

Under the gazes of other drinkers who also showed their curious gazes, Phantom Art told Mary's deeds in an exaggerated form.

The one-armed old man and the old hunter also noticed the conversation between the two, and when they heard the words of praise, the old hunter's face also showed a smile, and the one-armed old man was also listening quietly.

However, he was also paying attention to the man named Kleist. With the instinct of a warrior, he felt something strange about the bard who told the story.

Yate did not pay attention to these things such as miscellaneous people, although his current attributes are only at the level of Apocalypse, and so is his level, but...

In terms of actual combat power, as long as he is not a powerhouse above Level 3 of the Apocalypse, he cannot cause even the slightest trouble to him.

These two old men at the first level of the Apocalypse are completely idle and mixed.

Under his order, the shadow crows also moved into action.

In the information he found, Mary is likely to be the son of sorrow, or at least the son of the pseudo-era.

And... the most important thing is that after a lot of intelligence analysis and screening, Mary seems to have gotten something related to the Soul Research Tower, which is probably one of the keys to the secondary tower.

Yate is very interested in the Soul Research Tower, even if he can't get that thing, he still needs to get some clues from Mary.

As for the way...

There are many.

However, if it is not necessary, Yate does not intend to be an enemy at present, not because of friendship or the like. The two have only met two sides, and they have to say whether they are friends.

The main reason is that it is not cost-effective.

And... Yate always felt that the other party had some powerful means.