She Chooses To Destroy the World

Alice didn’t even know how she walked home. Her legs were as heavy as a block of lead. As soon as she got home, she threw herself on the bed. She forgot about it, but she still hid in advance the tip earned yesterday and the gold coins that Master Etienne gave her, and then set off for the tavern.

The tavern has broken away from yesterday's carnival and restored its original form. Alice cleaned the confetti on the floor and on the table, and the bull's head and garland made of paper had also been taken away by Lena.

Perhaps because yesterday’s carnival was too exhausting, the number of local guests today is much less than usual. However, there has been a war in Tondland Castle recently, and many mercenaries are going to Podzta City to join in the fun and earn money. The last generous sum of silver. So today there are no fewer guests than usual, and there is still a lot of people in the tavern.

The waitresses are not very energetic, but since there are many guests, they can only hold on to their efforts. The tavern was quickly crowded with mercenaries. They were desperadoes. Compared with the average guests, they looked very rough. They always shouted for wine and food. The waitress was a little slower, and they would hear quite a bit. Rude complaining.

Most of these mercenaries are not high-level, and the equipment is terrible. Most people only have rusted iron swords on their waists. Judging from the size of their luggage, they probably don't have any decent armor. Mercenaries like this can actually only be cannon fodder on the battlefield. These people seemed to know that they were going to die soon, and seized the last chance to eat and drink, for fear of leaving regrets.

But not all mercenaries are like this. Some of them also wear swords and beautiful clothes, making them extraordinarily decent. That was a mercenary who had fought several victories, and was lucky enough to escape from death. With money, he still couldn't get rid of his business, and he still had to continue living his life of licking blood. Perhaps because they are not as having nothing like low-level mercenaries, the expressions on their faces are a bit less free and easy.

Among those high-level mercenaries, one was carrying an exceptionally heavy giant sword. He looks older than the others, his face is rough and handsome, and there is a particularly long scar on his face. This man is tall and looks very provocative when sitting among the mercenaries. No matter who comes into the tavern, he can't help but look at him more.

Alice felt that she should not know him, but she was so familiar with him that she must have seen him somewhere. Alice stared at him, unable to remember who it was.

This table of mercenaries seems to be going to Fort Tenderland together, considering that maybe they will die there in two days, these mercenaries drink very fiercely, and they have been making crude jokes:

"Hey! Roma! There is a chick who has been watching you."

The elder mercenary glanced at Alice carelessly, and smiled at the mercenary who had just spoken:

"You really don't pick, that's still a kid."

The mercenaries were laughing and joking, and quickly turned their attention to the other waitresses, and stopped paying attention to Alice. However, Alice heard their teasing, but she seemed to be frozen:

That name evoked the impression that she had already thrown aside, she stared at his face and looked at it carefully. That's right, that man is exactly the man mentioned by "Undead Roma", the God of the Future.

Alice just promised Master Etienne yesterday that she would definitely not have anything to do with him, so he came to this tavern. This situation cannot be said to be a coincidence. But Alice was not going to talk to him. She had a good time recently and didn't want to go to war with the mercenaries. Besides, he wouldn't notice a little girl like Alice. He seemed to be fascinated by Lena at this moment and was pestering her to talk.

Lena has long been accustomed to flirting with the mercenaries half-truth and half-truth. When she is free, she often makes some vulgar jokes with them, but she is not easy to provoke, when the undead Roma quietly handles it. When it was placed on her waist, Lena smiled and pulled out a dart, and it pressed it to Roma's cheek:

"Believe it or not, I also put a mark on the other side of your face?"

Roma moved his hand away, but the expression on his face did not change, neither frightened nor angry, still smiling:

"I should be honored to be marked by a beauty like Lena. But there are enough decorations on my face. Another one is not pretty enough, so let's forget it."

Lena moved the dart away, raised her eyebrows and turned and walked away, looking angry. Alice knew that this mercenary liked her somewhat. Many people have molested Lena and been threatened by her, but not many have responded like this. If this person stays in Potzta a little longer, maybe Lena will give him a chance to kiss Fangze.

However, this possibility is very low. These mercenaries will leave tomorrow. No matter what the outcome of the war, Roma will probably never come back here again.

The chefs in the tavern made some delicious food for the mercenaries who are going to fight on the battlefield tomorrow. They ate and drank and spent all the money in their pockets, which is not a pity at all. According to one of the young mercenaries:

"If you die on the battlefield tomorrow and you still have money left in your pocket and you haven't spent it all, then you will be losing money."

This table of mercenaries was extremely interested, and they made a toast with everyone who had never known their lives. Some of them seemed certain that they would die tomorrow, and there was always a kind of irresponsible energy during the carnival. Because the legendary Roma was among them, Alice couldn't help but pay special attention to them. She found that the messing around were young mercenaries. Roma just drank quietly and kept looking at Lena.

When it was time to close the door, everyone finally sent these drunken mercenaries away, and finally nothing happened. Mr. Hewlett breathed a sigh of relief:

"Tomorrow should not be so hard."

Alice nodded her head and did not speak. She didn't know if she was right or wrong watching Roma leave like this. Those things Etienne said to her should be for her good, but the revelation from the sleeping **** was ignored...Is it really okay?

She returned home anxiously, but she didn't have the energy to think about extra things. She was so tired that she didn't want to do anything except sleep. Besides, Roma had already left, and it was useless for her to think about it. The involvement of fate that the future **** said should be over here.

Unexpectedly, when the tavern opened the next day, Roma came again.

This time he came alone, picked up a table close to the bar and sat down, ordered light ale, fried fish and fried potatoes.

Lena went over to serve him and asked casually:

"Aren't you going to fight in Fort Tenderland, why are you still here?"

"I have played several games this year, and I have made enough money. Your place is good, and I want to stay here for a few more days."

Rom said that the place was good, but his eyes only looked at Lena intently. From Alice's point of view, it was obvious that he only cared about Lena. She quietly went over to the bar to watch Hewlett's reaction, only to see Hewlett just absently lowering her head and wiping the glass, not knowing what she was thinking, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Lena is still chatting with Roma. This man is naturally attractive and is especially easy to attract women's attention. Even a person with a high temperament like Lena is willing to say a few more words with him:

"Where are your friends?"

"I have already set off this morning. No matter if I am or not, they always have to go. Those cubs are still too young and need to go through a few more battles and trials, and they should earn some money to buy equipment. As for old people like me. It doesn’t have to work as hard as young people, just drink some light ale in the back, and then receive a light private commission."

At the moment the pub has just opened, and there are not many guests yet. Another waitress also interjected curiously:

"Old man? How old are you?"

"Forty years old." Rohm said, "From the perspective of ordinary people, it is probably not too old, but among the mercenaries, it can be regarded as a longevity."

"I've heard of you." The waitress said suddenly, "They call you'Undead Roma'. Are you really not going to die?"

Hearing this question, Rom laughed heartily:

"Your question is really embarrassing to me. I can't say for sure until the **** of death comes to the door. But since I'm still alive, this reputation is probably not too exaggerated."

Alice did not ask Rom a question, she stood a little further away, and looked at Rom from an unobtrusive corner. Roma's coming out of reality again made her a little embarrassed. Is this the inevitable fate?

She looked at Roma without realizing that the other party had noticed her gaze. At this moment, the keen mercenary suddenly turned his head and asked her:

"Little girl, you have been staring at me since yesterday. Are there flowers on my face?"

Alice didn't expect that he would talk to her suddenly, she shrank in fright, at a loss, and couldn't tell why. Of course, she can't say, is it possible that she wants to tell him that the reason she sees him is because the future **** once made a prediction that her line of fate will intersect with him?

Seeing her nervousness, Roma seemed to think it was his appearance that frightened her, so he deliberately lowered his tone:

"Do you want to entrust me with something? It's okay. Let's talk about it. I also accept private entrustment. As long as the price is right, I will do it."

It would be fine if Alice really had something to entrust him, but at this time she could only shake her head and couldn't say a word. She didn't know what to do, and she was about to cry.

Although Roma had a big scar on his face and looked rude, he had never made the little girl cry. Looking at Alice's embarrassment when she was hesitant to speak, she couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He looked at the little girl in front of him and found that she was only twelve or thirteen years old. Reminiscent of the absurdity of his youth, Roma suddenly had a very bad idea:

"Ah, is it possible that you are actually my daughter?"