Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

At night, all four returned to the hotel.

There is nightlife in the imperial capital, but there is no nightlife in the small town.

Well, actually there should still be some, if you include casinos.

"That group of people also wanted to cheat! I won them all in just a few strokes. The last group of people wanted to cheat, hehe, I just knocked them down one by one!"

The tavern owner boasted about his achievements in the afternoon, and at the same time paid three gold coins for medical expenses, but that was the amount he just won back.

So in general, there is no loss or profit.

Mu En was curious about how the tavern owner got from the tavern to the casino. After all, he said he was going to the tavern in the afternoon, not the casino.

The little druid girl was curious about who the tavern owner paid for the medical expenses.

"Of course I paid them!"

The tavern owner raised his arms and made a strong man's gesture.

Because he is a half-orc lion, his body is already large, and his hair is thick, making him look just like a real orc, so he looks extremely burly.

The little Druid girl looked at the tavern owner's strong arms, compared them in her mind, and found that she was not as thick as the tavern owner's arm.

"for you."

Sivana handed the cake she was holding to Moon. She was the last one to return to the hotel.

Shyvana sat in a cake shop in the town all afternoon. The red dragon's huge appetite made the cake shop owner almost treat her as the God of Wealth.

Mu En asked Sivana how much she spent, and Sivana said that it only cost twenty silver coins.

At this time, Mu En noticed another huge difference between Winter Fortress and the outside world.

Twenty silver coins can only buy one or two cakes in the cake shop of Winter Fortress, but in this small town, it can buy Shyvana an entire afternoon.

In this regard, Mu En could only call him a profiteer.

The hotel provides free dinner service, which is a bowl of hot soup and a few side dishes.

Mu En tasted it and it tasted good.

However, the tavern owner said that he had eaten it in the casino. Shyvana did not reply and yawned and walked towards the room. The little druid girl still preferred the plants she spawned.

So only Mu En stayed in the hotel restaurant, eating with the hotel owner and a girl at the front desk.

Early the next morning, the four of them continued to hang out, still divided into four groups.

Mu En met the beggar from yesterday again while walking down the street. Today he was sitting on the street corner, basking in the sun comfortably, and the odor on his body also dissipated a lot in the sun.

The passers-by seemed to have become accustomed to his presence, and no one glanced at him. The beggar looked at the passers-by, as if he was thinking about something in his eyes.

Mu En still gave him a few silver coins, and then sat beside him together.

This corner was surprisingly clean, not even dusty, as if someone had wiped it.

After sitting down, Mu En glanced at the beggar and thought that he was the only one who had the possibility to wipe it.

I didn't expect that he looked like this, but he still had the thought to keep his body clean.

Mu En did not speak to the beggar. He squinted slightly and was enjoying the warm sunshine.

The sunshine in winter is neither strong nor hot, and it makes people feel warm when it falls on them.

The good-looking purple-haired boy was sitting on the street corner, and sitting next to him was a shabby beggar, which only enhanced the boy's extraordinary temperament.

Passers-by began to cast their gazes over me, most of them women.

At first he was cautious, for fear of being discovered by others, but later his eyes became more intense, as if he wanted to turn into a tiger and swallow the purple-haired boy in one bite.

A bard who just arrived in the town today seemed to be aware of the large flow of people and the gathering of people here. He stood calmly beside Mu En.

The bard did not tell the story, but took out a plate and placed it in front of him. Then he took out a long instrument and began to play.

Beautiful music began to rise on the street, and gradually the feet of passers-by slowed down, and more people stopped to listen.

When the song ended, there began to be the sound of copper coins and silver coins falling on the plate, and soon a hill made of money was piled up in front of the bard.

The bard thought for a while, then divided one third from the pile of money and placed it in front of Mu En. The beggar didn't divide it and just looked at each other.

Then the bard packed up the remaining money and left here.

Because it was so comfortable to bask in the sun, Mu En took a nap. When he woke up, he looked at the small pile of coins in front of him and felt a little happy.

"Who gave this to me?" Mu En thought.

"A bard, he was playing here just now." The beggar said casually.

Bard?

Mu En glanced at the crowd around him who had not dispersed after the performance, as well as those familiar eyes. He knew why the bard shared his money.

After just sleeping, he made so much money. Mu En happily packed up the coins. He stood up from the street corner and said goodbye to the beggar.

"I go first."

"Yeah." The beggar responded, and then made no other moves.

As Mu En left, the crowd here gradually dispersed.

After leaving this street, before walking far, Mu En was stopped by a person.

This is a steward. Mu En has seen him before. Among the nobles in the town who wanted to invite him yesterday, this steward stood behind a middle-aged noble.

"Is there a problem?"

Mu En asked.

"Your Highness, Baron Bernard would very much like to invite you to the manor for a party."

The butler bowed and handed over an invitation, which was officially stamped with the nobleman's family crest.

"Bernard..." Mu En thought for a moment. Among the nobles yesterday, this baron had the most enthusiastic attitude. If the lady hadn't interfered, then he would probably have planned to agree to the baron's invitation.

"Okay, I agree, but when?"

Mu En nodded, and it was not too late to agree.

"Baron Bernard is always waiting for you. You just need to go to your appointment at any time you want."

"Um……"

Mu En felt that she had plenty of time now, so she just went directly.

"Now then," he said.

"Okay, please follow me."

The steward led the way, and after crossing the street, a Warcraft carriage stopped there.

Mu En took a look and saw that the monster pulling the cart had first-level strength.

After thinking about the strength level of professionals in the town, it seems that Baron Bernard is quite capable.

If you bought it, just pretend he didn't say anything.

The group of merchants who sell goblin slaves in Winter Fortress have goblins that are even at the seventh or eighth level. When compared, there is a huge gap.

Get on the carriage, and as the carriage moves forward, you soon arrive at the edge of the town.

Mu En is now very confident in her own strength.

People are most afraid of comparison.

Now even if he doesn't use his divine power, he can still be regarded as the strongest person in this town.

So even if he comes to the edge of the town, he is not afraid of danger.

I am invincible!

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