Duke of Grief

When the night fell and the local residents dragged their tired bodies out of the tavern, the adventurers and mercenaries who had drunk and had a long day were still spreading their seemingly endless energy.

Pointing to those who fell down early and laughed loudly, raised their shoulders and raised their glasses to sing out of rhythm and tunes, these poor worms who can only use this method to reassure themselves sometimes Clapping the table shouted, causing the pub owner to yell loudly.

But no one will care about these things, because they are already used to it.

Glush was flushed with redness, but the people around him were already staring at Venus, leaning on other people crookedly, and if they didn't pay attention, they would slip and fall to the ground.

It may be awakened by the smell of other people's feet, but it is more likely to lie directly on the ground, holding the snoring sound of others or your own shoes.

They wantonly play, talking about what they have seen in other territories and countries. As for whether they are telling the truth, this requires more consideration and verification, but in Glush, they mostly brag about it.

He spent all day here, accompanied these adventurers and mercenaries to laugh, and broke his wrist with some unconscious guy. After winning the money, he called a cup of "no mix" to the others present. Water ale."

The real, false, and false information passed through the brain. Those who knew it was false were discarded by him. Those intelligences with certain value will be left by him. As for how to judge these news... Oh, This depends on intuition!

Even after drinking from the afternoon until now, Grush's mind is still awake, and the adventurers and mercenaries sitting beside him have changed from one to another, and those who fell to the ground have sobered up, A hangover's headache can't stop them from eating, drinking, and drinking, and those once sober guys are already drunk.

Listening to them telling the stories of the gods, Glush smiled back and forth, and went to the toilet several times on the way-right there in the stable.

No untimely voices appeared here. The people here are pitiful worms. They lost their blood and dreams. Even when they drunk, they will suddenly recall the past and cry out, others will only utter unknown. A mocking or self-deprecating laughter. After a while, the crying person will calm down and continue to drink with others until alcohol numbs the brain and becomes drunk.

This method of inquiring news was told to him by an elder paladin who had encountered Grush, and it was difficult for others to use. Unless they had a strong drink, they would not have heard the information, and they might have leaked a lot Confidential.

Not only has the God of Justice ever done this, he is still using this method to inquire about the news, so his image has always been a middle-aged man with no edging.

Entering this place as a paladin, facing adventurers and mercenaries, let alone asking for information, may be difficult even if you want to listen.

Adventurers and mercenaries can't make much money. Sometimes they will also take care of the'robbers'. In fact, the same is true of the merchants. However, after the recent reorganization by the wealth church, the overall quality of the merchants has been renewed.

The innocent adventurers and mercenaries probably only have novices who have just walked out of the house, but how much intelligence can these newcomers find out?

This world has never been black and white. Glush wanted to change this world. The God of Justice also wanted to change this world. The God of Glory has always aimed at making the whole world better and better. But... none of them succeeded.

Even if it was a strong smile, Grush had to continue to do it, because he had just chased it, it was really difficult to find a clue again.

I don’t know if the devil is aware of his existence, then they will definitely be guarded, and his tracking will not be as easy as before.

So, he chose such a method...

"I'm not bragging with you, that's the fact!"

An angry scream came from the corner of the tavern. Glush smiled in the corner of his mouth, patted the shoulders of the people around him, and turned around to joke around.

The owner of the voice was a little dwarf with gray hair. He stood on the barrel stool. Only the other people stood up so high. I don’t know if I got a gnome disease or a gnome.

"Who in the Kurt Kingdom does not know the name of my "Old Horse" Saugus? I dare say that no one knows this kingdom better than I do!"

The gray-haired dwarf slapped his chest hard and sprayed saliva at the mercenary sitting opposite him. "I can guarantee that the deaths of the nobles in the kingdom are related to the devil, and their crimes are regular. And they don’t plan to change!"

The drunk sitting opposite the dwarf held the glass away from the table in one hand, waving it with his hand in front of his nose, his face full of disgust, even if sitting here, Grush could feel the bad breath of the dwarf.

He sideways mentioned the people next to him, and they couldn't help laughing out loud.

Grush’s sudden laughter didn’t affect the dwarf’s thoughts. He stepped on the table with his toes and stepped on the table, holding his hands high, and loudly advertised his point of view: “The noble trades with the devil, but They deceived the devil and did not plan to pay the bill, so the devil was angry and punished those nobles! It started from the northwest, and then the route was like a snake. If you can see the map, you know. The Devil’s next goal is Landry Collar!"

The dwarf said so loudly, but the others didn't believe his words, but instead laughed in unison, flushing the dwarf who was drunk with anger and jumping on the table and yelling angrily.

Grush also laughed, watching the dwarf jump up and down like a clown.

But at this moment, after a stomach tumbling, Grush suddenly spit down and let out the people around for a while, but a few seconds later they realized that the big drunkard beside him was finally drunk, which made They were extremely happy and called to attract the attention of others-after this afternoon, the name of Grush "barrel" has spread in this tavern.

Seeing other people's eyes turned to the other side, the dwarf jumping up and down also converged a bit, looking left and right, as if to see if anyone was paying attention to him, preparing to sneak away.

Then, the table suddenly shattered, and the dwarf jumped to the ground in a hurry, looking at the table with only one pole standing in place, as if imagining that if he hadn't been able to jump to the meeting in time What kind of scene is general.

The others froze for a moment, then laughed louder.

The dwarf ignored them, turned his head and ran out of the tavern, and the roar of the boss behind him, "You have a different kind of run," could not keep him behind.

Shake his somewhat unclear head~www.wuxiaspot.com~Grush stood up, reached out and grabbed it in the purse, his mouth flicked, and threw the entire purse directly to the boss.

"Let's go!" When the drunk Mr. "Wine Barrel" pushed the door, a stumble almost fell to the ground, waved at the overjoyed boss and the adventurers and mercenaries, and slammed the door.

Sad laughter of joy was isolated on the other side of the door, and Glush looked left and right in a drowsy look, as if looking for a way back.

Unfortunately, he could not find the short figure who claimed to be ‘old horse’, so he walked steadily towards the local church.

After retrieving his equipment, Grush seemed to be awake for a while under the cold wind at night, but it seemed that his head was paralyzed.

His mind was a bit unclear, but this did not prevent him from hunting the monsters around him.

After hunting the monsters, he was ready to go to Landry to see if the situation was really like the dwarf said.

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