Banner of the Evil God

Just when the Langde shaman was nervous and secretly praying to the ancestral spirits that nothing would happen, Sui Xiong had already walked into a tavern leisurely.

The style of Samat Manor is completely different from that of Keen City. Keen Land is a town mainly based on agriculture and supplemented by commerce. Most of the residents in the city are rich farmers or small businessmen, or retired soldiers. , the whole city has a rather peaceful and warm feeling - this is probably because the lord couple who have ruled here for twenty years are gentle and soft-tempered people who like to live a quiet and peaceful life. The residents of Samat Manor are mainly adventurers, businessmen and active soldiers. These people are more ambitious, full of vigor and vitality, and also more vicious and rude.

Take the tavern as an example. The taverns in Keen City only start to serve customers in the evening. They mainly sell mild-tasting drinks such as rice wine and fruit wine. The side dishes are usually stewed mixed vegetables and broth that are mellow and easy to digest. The price is also relatively cheap. Even though it was only shortly after lunch at Samat Manor, there were already about half of the guests. Looking at the menu hanging at the bar, it was clear that there were dishes such as "Dwarf Drunk", "Warcraft Blood", "Iron Burning" and so on. A small amount of drugs have been added to increase the strength of the super strong liquor. The dishes are mainly composed of large chunks of barbecued meat, and the price is naturally relatively high.

This not only means that the residents of Samat Manor are more keen on seeking excitement than the residents of Keen City, but also proves that they have greater strength - those spirits mixed with drugs are not something ordinary people can drink. If you go down, you may lie in bed for four or five days, or you may have to be carried to the temple for first aid, and it is not surprising that you may even die.

And... this also means that local residents are richer than the people of Keen City.

"Strong, rich, keen on seeking excitement..." Sui Xiong sat in a corner near the door of the tavern, thinking silently.

He wanted to help Keenland solve the problem, but he didn't want to attract attention. This limits the means and strength he can use, but gives him a different kind of fun.

Just like playing a game, some people like to use modifiers directly, making it simple and crude and mindless; some people like to play step by step and slowly follow the normal process; and some people like to add some restrictions to themselves and artificially increase the difficulty in order to pursue more success. High interest - Sui Xiong belonged to the second type back then, but now he wants to try the third way of playing.

Anyway, the worst-case scenario is that he tears off the disguise, reveals his identity as a god, and clears the place with violence. As for the explanation afterwards - Nima! Brother Xiong has done so many "strange" things over the years, is this still missing?

What's more, it is completely reasonable for a god to roll up his sleeves and beat people in order to protect his followers. It is much more in line with the rules than the things he did in the past!

Of course, unless it was absolutely necessary, Sui Xiong still wanted to solve the problem through normal means. After all, that would at least be more interesting.

Just like now, he clearly could have brought out better drinks and more delicious dishes, but he ordered ordinary spirits and barbecue, and ate them leisurely like an ordinary traveler.

But even so, he has attracted the attention of others.

"Look at that black-haired boy." Near the bar, a tall man with shaved sides of his head, leaving only a mane-like stick in the middle, pointed in the direction of Sui Xiong and said to his companions, "It seems It’s a bit weird.”

"At least 20% to 30% of the people in Samat Manor have weird traits." His companion, a short man who wore heavy armor even when eating, said nonchalantly, "That guy is still a human being, no matter what. It’s better to be weird than orcs or lizardmen.”

"But look, he looks so frail, but he travels alone. Don't you think it's strange?"

"I don't think so." Another drinking companion replied simply.

"What's so strange about this?" A short and thin monk wearing simple cloth and with only vegetables and water in front of him said calmly, "Lonely travelers are everywhere. Although this person has no dust on his body and his clothes are neat, he Maybe a mage has a simple spell that can do this easily."

"But his mental state is also very good." The thin man refused to give up and whispered, "A mage traveling alone should always look a little tired. But you look at him, as if he just set off from home. Relaxed."

When he said this, his companions couldn't help but look at Sui Xiong, and then they also frowned.

"There is indeed something wrong..." the concise companion said in a low voice, frowning.

"Even if he came from the nearest Keen City, he had to trek for at least two or three days. Even professional adventurers like us cannot be without fatigue after such a trek." Monk Shen He said, "Unless he is a resident of this city. But I am sure that I have never seen him here."

"Well, there aren't many people with black hair and eyes in Samat Manor, and there aren't many people with such elegant looks. It's impossible that we haven't seen anyone with these two characteristics at the same time." The short man muttered, but took the He raised the wine glass, "But what does that have to do with us? No matter who he is, it has nothing to do with us."

"That's not necessarily true! Maybe he is a spy or something..." the thin man said.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the short man with a smile: "Don't be ridiculous! Have you ever seen such an eye-catching spy? Do you believe this?"

The thin man thought about it and laughed.

As the short man said, the job of a spy is to be as inconspicuous as possible. Appearance is innate and cannot be imagined, but at least the dress and work style should be as ordinary as possible.

The kind of spy who has beautiful clothes, angry horses, and wine, and a high-profile style that has no friends only exists in the stories of bards and cannot be found in reality.

So even though Sui Xiong looked suspicious, at least four or five groups of adventurers were talking about him, but no one rashly stepped forward to test him.

If a person has a weird appearance, he must have weird abilities. Most of these weird people have weird abilities. The adventurers are seeking money, and it is not worth provoking such a potentially dangerous person just for a little curiosity.

But just because adventurers don't do this doesn't mean there are people who don't do it. About ten minutes later, a short man wearing inconspicuous leather armor walked in with two burly men, walked straight to the bar, and then ordered a bottle of expensive wine for each of the two burly men, and then After a few words of warning, he quietly retreated to the corner of the entire tavern.

Those two big men obviously had low intelligence and extremely rude personalities. After they finished drinking, they were a little tipsy and walked up to Sui Xiong. They dragged two stools from the side, one on the left and one on the right, and sat down with golden swords, surrounding him. in the middle.

Sui Xiong smiled slightly, not angry or surprised, and still drank and ate meat calmly.

"Hey! Black-haired one!" a big man said gruffly, "How about you change seats?"

Sui Xiong raised his head, looked at him, smiled and said, "You're drunk."

"Nonsense, I'm not drunk!"

"You're so drunk."

The big man suddenly became angry, clenched his fist as big as a bowl, and punched him head on.

"Drunk your mother!"

After a while, the two big men left cursing, while the adventurers looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

Sui Xiong, who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, was lying in the corner like a pile of unrecyclable garbage. If his chest was not still rising and falling normally, everyone would even suspect that he had been beaten to death.

"What's going on?"

"Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!"

"It shouldn't be!"

The adventurers whispered, even unable to believe their eyes.

"How is it possible? How could that guy be so weak!" The thin man who spoke before shook his head and said in disbelief, "They are just two rough guys who don't understand anything. I can beat ten of them by myself!" He is so mysterious, at least he is not weaker than me!"

"Ordinarily, he is better than you."

"Nonsense! I can't put on that kind of posture...but why did he receive such a beating?"

"I don't know." The short man concentrated on fighting a large piece of undercooked pork, and only took time out of his busy schedule to say nonsense.

At this time, the monk had already stood up and walked straight towards Sui Xiong who fell to the ground.

"Hey! What do you want to do?"

"Go over and take a look." The monk said without looking back. "If I don't see it thoroughly and understand it, I won't be able to make sense of it."

Under the gaze of almost all the adventurers, he came to Sui Xiong and stretched out his hand to pull Sui Xiong up.

But in the process of his pulling, the appearance of Sui Xiong, who originally had black hair and black eyes, changed drastically and turned into a short man wearing gray leather armor. He was the one who brought in the two burly men before.

The monk was stunned, and the adventurers were also stunned.

For a moment, the entire tavern was silent.

After a moment, many people quickly turned their heads and looked at where the man in gray was sitting.

Sui Xiong stood up with a smile. The food and wine on the table had been finished.

"Pay the bill." He said to the waiter standing next to the bar. "By the way, I'll give everyone here a glass of wine. Just the kind the two drunkards drank just now."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and a gold coin flew across half of the tavern in an arc, landed on the bar, jingled, and turned into a small pile of gold coins, at least twenty or thirty.

The adventurers were stunned again. This time, the monk reacted first and reached out to open the small leather bag used to store money on the waist of the man in gray who was beaten unconscious.

Although there was no reason, his intuition told him that he should take a look inside the bag.

Sure enough, just as he guessed, the bag was full of silver and copper coins, and there was not a single gold coin in sight.