Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Huh?" Ron turned his head and saw a bald man standing in front of the table. He was wearing tattered clothes, and there were a few prominent fixes on it. There was only sparse on a smooth big bald head. He had a worn felt hat in his hand, and he smiled at Ron and shook it gently twice. The felt hat had not been washed for some time and was covered with grease.

A pungent smell of wine drifted into Ron's nostrils, making him frown. The old man's face was flushed by Jiu Dai, and he walked straight, and it seemed that he was drinking too much. [Search for the latest updates at

Seeing Ron didn't respond, the old man shook his hat again, "Brother, give some money, the gods will bless you ..."

Ron understands this gesture. The old man is a beggar. Ron often sees this gesture on his grandfather, and suddenly a familiar feeling in his heart comes.

Without saying a word, he took out twenty gold coins from his body and put them all on the old felt hat of the old man. He said in his mouth, "Here!"

"call!"

The mercenaries who saw this scene around took a breath of relief. They had seen generous people, but had never seen such generous people. Who is that old man? Just a beggar, this guy gave him twenty gold coins all at once. What is the concept of twenty gold coins? That is enough for an ordinary person to live for a year.

At this time, the mercenaries looked at Ron sideways and looked at him up and down. Some mercenaries with improper tricks had already secretly speculated about his strength and were ready to blackmail him.

The old man also apparently stayed for a while, quickly withdrew the felt hat and put the twenty gold coins in his pocket, as if afraid of Ron snatching the money back, he smiled and thanked him and turned away.

"Alas, it's a pity! It's a pity!" Said a mercenary shaking his head next to him. He purposely raised his voice so that Ron could hear it.

If not, Ron turned his head and asked, "This big brother, what a pity!"

There was an unpredictable smile 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 good to be a beggar, but he All the money from the begging is used to buy wine. He is a full drinker! Your twenty gold coins are guaranteed to be used up all at once, so say, my brother ’s money is a pity! "

After shaking his head, a look of losing money.

Ron said a moment, "Uh, that's what it is!"

The old man quickly ran to the counter, shoved the twenty gold coins on the counter, shouted, "I bought all the wine, I want the best red rose wine here ..."

If you buy all the 20 gold coins of inferior yellow wine, you can still buy a lot. There is no problem drinking it for ten days and a half months, but if you buy red rose wine, it will only be about one or two pounds, which shows that this old man is a People who want to enjoy, of course, this refers to the wine.

"It's such a drunk guy! I don't know what **** luck left!" The mercenaries around started to talk.

The old man bought the wine and asked the waiter to put it in an ordinary bottle brought by himself. Instead of sitting down at a table, he went directly to the corner of the tavern, lay down on the ground, opened the lid and drank happily. When the wine came, he replaced all the money with wine, not even the money to buy wine.

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

"It's a little weird to say that this old man is a mercenary. No one has seen him do any tasks. He begs every day with a worn felt hat!"

"That guy also used the mercenary medal as a wine seller. If the waiter here is familiar with him, knowing that he used to be a mercenary, he must charge him double the price!"

The sound of the mercenaries' discussions reached Ron's ear.

"I actually gave the money to an alcoholic drunk!" Ron was a little helpless. He had never seen a beggar spend his money like this. Twenty gold coins disappeared in an instant, and they were all replaced with wine. Grandpa Li's words, the big prize received by the gold lord must be to hide the money close to the skin and use it only when needed.

"No!" Khomelin looked at the old man's figure, frowning, revealing a thoughtful expression. "I don't know why, I always feel this guy gives me a dangerous feeling!"

"Dangerous feeling, why is this?" Ron was a little surprised. In his eyes, Khomelin was an omnipotent strong man. Ron was the first time he heard Khomelin talking to him in such a solemn tone.

"I can't tell you the specifics. It seems that he used some way to hide his strength!" Khomelin took a deep breath, "I hope I guessed wrong!"

The waiter had brought the hot food up, and while Ron was eating, he chatted with Khomelin after a while, looking at the old drunkard from time to time.

Hearing Homer said this, Ron took care of him, but he couldn't see any strangeness from the old man, a very ordinary drunkard, just like the drunkard he had seen.

I saw that he had a dilapidated wine bottle in his hand, which was covered with stains and dust. The bottle contained the precious red rose wine, which was extremely uncoordinated compared to the wine bottle. A wine like this noble should drink In a beautiful glass bottle, put on a spotless and generous table at the banquet. There should be a few goblets on the table. The beautiful maid pours red **** red rose wine on the bright goblet. For each guest who participated in the banquet, the guest gently shook the stemware, sniffed the fragrance of the red rose in the nose, and gently grasped the tip of the tongue to taste.

But now it seems that such a precious wine is in the hands of the old drunkard, which is a mess. Like such a precious wine, the general nobility is not willing to drink, not to mention the long-term drifting mercenaries, the behavior of the old man has attracted a lot Mercenary sideways.

At this moment, the door opened with a "bang--", and then, wow-la --- a large crowd of people came in.

These people wore white battle robes, and their armor was also white. The bright red cross pinned to their chests, and they were very conspicuous. It turned out that the Holy Crusaders of the Holy See arrived.

Who? Who is it? Dare to go to the mercenary station to cause trouble? The mercenaries stood up and looked at each other, knowing that the small mercenary station is small, but it stands behind the mercenary union, and the mercenary union represents the interests of the majority of mercenaries. Offending the mercenary union is just like the mercenaries across the continent. If the soldiers can't survive, who would do such a stupid thing?

As soon as the well-trained Holy Crusaders walked into the tavern, they ran quickly to occupy various favorable positions. For a time, they controlled all the corners and commanding heights. Each of them held the sword in their hands, and their expressions were cold and solemn. In a murderous manner, some people dare to act rashly, and no one will doubt whether their sword will be chopped off.

Some mercenaries want to resist. After all, each of them has strong strength, and is also used to the days of licking blood with the knife head. But when he sees the regular army of others, he immediately hesitates.

"Slap--slap--"

A team of Holy Crusaders continued to march in. In a short time, the entire mercenary station was surrounded tightly, like an iron barrel.

"What's the matter? Who are they? How brave they are to dare to surround the mercenary stand, aren't they afraid of the mercenary union?" Said one mercenary softly.

"Looking at their costumes, it looks like the Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire!" Said a blind mercenary.

"Damn, aren't we in the Kingdom of Babalin? We will actually see the Holy Crusader of the Holy Roman Empire?" Said another mercenary.

"Roar—roar--"

@ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html At this time, the roar of the sky attracted the attention of the mercenaries, who shrank their pupils, "Gryphon!"

There are a lot of griffins flying around in the sky. These mercenaries know that those who can have such a powerful griffin corps, needless to say, only the Royal Griffon Knights of the Holy Roman Empire are also famous throughout the continent. , The thoughts of those division-level strongmen running away in the air.

The mercenaries couldn't help but flash a thought, "Are the kingdoms of Babalin fighting the Holy Roman Empire?"

Ron's heart tightened at once, and he saw those familiar costumes. If he didn't understand what was going on, he was a fool. These people must have come to himself. His heart sank to the bottom. The other party was a whole army. There are countless griffins in the sky, so if you want to rush out in such a circle, it is as difficult as going to the sky.

Ron was nervous and his palms were oozing with sweat. He took the azure-level undead bone stick in his hand, which made his heart settle. "Grandma Khomelin, what now?"

An unprecedented dignity appeared on Khomelin's face, "I'm afraid the situation is not good, just the Lord is here!"

At this time, a team of Holy Crusaders flooded in outside the door. After entering the tavern of the mercenary station, these Holy Crusaders were automatically divided into two columns, and the swords in their hands were lifted up to the position of the chest. A symbol of bravery and loyalty.

Outside the gate, a figure appeared abruptly. He was wearing a white half-body armor, revealing a strong muscle, wearing a red cloak, and was pulled by the strong airflow. He looked cold and full of soldiers. the taste of.

As soon as the man walked into the lobby of the mercenary small station tavern, the powerful coercion was instantly released, and the entire audience was taken aback by a sudden, and everyone took a step back.

A shocking look flashed through the eyes of these usually unruly mercenaries. When facing the man in front of them, they suddenly lost the courage to fight against it. The cold sweat on their foreheads also shed. Gently started shaking.

The lord of the hall of piety of the Holy Church, the commander of the Holy Crusader Wharton, those in front are all nicknames, but he has another identity. This identity is the key to deter everyone.