Thunder Martial

This is the real situation of the spirit race in the demon world, Zi Chen sat there silently drinking wine, watching and listening silently.

After the four left, Zi Chen heard a lot of news one after another, and only then did he understand why the city was under martial law.

It turned out that just last night, there was an attack and killing incident in the city. It is said that a Spirit Race attacked the Demon Snake Guard, during which several people were injured and one died.

This is obviously a disgrace to the Demon Snake Guards, so their vigilance has been stepped up today.

"Dare to attack the Demon Snake Guard. The lowest realm is the level of a demon spirit. If I have that strength, why should I be a spirit clan? Just go buy a piece of pure magic power and become a demon clan."

A drinker looked longingly: "A demon race at the level of a demon spirit? Even if the blood is not pure, he is still the guest of countless forces. No matter how bad it is, he can drink wherever he goes like those guys. Who dares to take money?"

Those few before got a piece of magic power by chance and coincidence, which changed their own bloodlines, and only then did they have their status today.

"One more jug of wine." Zi Chen called softly.

"coming."

There are eight tables in the store, the store owner is a middle-aged man, and the shopkeeper is in charge of it alone.

A pot of wine was placed in front of Zi Chen, Zi Chen looked up at the middle-aged shopkeeper, and thanked him.

The middle-aged shopkeeper said with a smile: "Nowadays there are not many polite young people like you."

Zi Chen also smiled slightly, "Business is not easy, is it?"

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "It's not easy to do. The few who left before are no longer an exception."

The man pointed around, and suddenly his face was a bit smug, "When my store used to be the most, there were three guys."

Zi Chen pointed to the empty seat next to him and said, "Have a drink?"

"Then what's the point?"

Although he said so, the shopkeeper had already sat down, and his eyes were already shining when he was looking at the wine.

He casually brought a small bowl from the next door, and the shopkeeper smiled.

Zi Chen picked up the jug and prepared to pour wine.

"No, no, how can such a trivial matter bother the guests."

The shopkeeper hurriedly took the jug, poured half a bowl for himself, then picked up the wine bowl and took a sip happily.

"Good wine, really good wine."

If you don't boast about your own wine, don't you have to wait for others to boast.

Zi Chen was still drinking in small sips. To be honest, the taste of this wine was really not very good, but because he was in a different world, he could barely drink it.

"The young man just arrived in the magic city?" the shopkeeper asked as he put down his wine bowl.

Zi Chen nodded and said: "I heard that the Demon Snake Guard is here, and it seems that something important happened, so I came here to join in the fun."

"The excitement here is not so easy to get together, or people will die." The shopkeeper lowered his voice and said: "And this time the matter is quite big, it is said that all the senior executives of the Demon Snake Guard have come, it is good to find that existence , if you can't find it, you may find a substitute. According to past experience, most of them are strangers who have just come here."

Zi Chen smiled faintly, and said: "My realm is low, even if I take the place of a dead ghost, I don't have the qualifications."

"You can think about it."

The shopkeeper poured himself a bowl of wine without any trace, this was already the third bowl, he didn't mean to be polite to Zi Chen at all, and he didn't have the idea of ​​accepting it as soon as it was good.

Just after Zichen ordered two more jugs of wine, the shopkeeper was in a better mood, and directly threatened the new drinkers that he would not do business today.

Zi Chen asked suspiciously: "Where do you get profits if you don't do business?"

"As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are rare for a bosom friend, so what's the point of business when you're with someone you're sympathetic to?"

The shopkeeper said solemnly.

In fact, his real thought is that even if he continues to do business, he will not be able to make much money today. If there are a few more like before, he will definitely lose money today. Right now there are good wine and good food here, even if he only drank half of it, it would be a profit if he got it into his stomach.

This kind of wine is usually not easy to sell, because it is expensive.

"Do those people come here often?" Zi Chen asked, naturally referring to the previous four people.

"These shops on the whole street, go one by one. If you encounter the demons, you will detour. The shops of the spirits will not pay. Occasionally, if you get bored, you will go to the next street for a change." The shopkeeper drank another drink through sadness. A bowl of wine.

"No one cares?" Zi Chen was still sipping.

"The Eldar live like dogs here, who cares?"

The shopkeeper sighed again, filled himself with wine, and said, "Or else the spirits here want to obtain a pure power of the demons and become demons?"

He glanced at his mouth and said: "Unfortunately, there are many people who have accumulated wealth throughout their lives, and it is impossible to exchange for a demon power. Therefore, most people are bullied all their lives until they die."

The shopkeeper was full of emotion, but in fact it was just emotion. He had seen too many such things, and his heart was already at peace.

Now that the guests want to hear, and they have good wine to accompany them, he can naturally say more. Drinking wine with some sad stories is actually quite good, at least it will be interesting.

During the period, the shopkeeper got up to settle the bill twice, and would finish the wine in the bowl before leaving, leaving nothing behind.

In the end, there were only Zichen's guests left at the table, who had already drank six jugs of wine, and the shopkeeper had a surprisingly large capacity for alcohol, and the last one drank four jugs of wine by himself.

Looking at the shopkeeper who was still full of enthusiasm, Zi Chen said: "Two more pots."

The shopkeeper is overjoyed, today he has made a fortune.

Quickly brought two jugs of good wine, and after opening them all, I took the initiative to pour a small bowl for Zi Chen.

Mostly Zi Chen listened, the shopkeeper talked about some tragedies of the Spirit Race, and then sighed with emotion, Zi Chen didn't answer, just listened silently.

After the last two jugs of wine were drunk by the shopkeeper, the jug finally came to the bottom. Zi Chen asked: "The demons in the past really never paid the bill?"

The shopkeeper snorted, "It's true that there's no checkout, but they're nothing but demons, at best they're fake demons. Sometimes they're even more hateful than real demons!"

Zi Chen got up and said: "In this case, I will settle their accounts together."

"Really?" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up. He thought that drinking for nothing was already a great good thing, but he never thought that there were even greater good things waiting for him.

He patted his cheek, as if he couldn't believe it, and stared at Zi Chen again and again.

Zi Chen nodded to show that it was true, and the shopkeeper hurriedly thanked him excitedly.

"Do you think this is enough?"

Zi Chen took out something and put it on the table.

When he saw that thing, the shopkeeper's expression changed.

It was a power, a black power, extremely pure, and filled with magical energy.

This is the pure magic power that those drinkers said before, and it is also the power that many people find extremely difficult to obtain in their lifetime.

Zi Chen now took out one.

"What do you mean?" asked the shopkeeper, who seemed to have become sober after being a little drunk before, "Using such an expensive thing to pay for the wine?"

"The restrictions here are not strict, and it shouldn't last long."

Zi Chen let go of that strength, turned around and walked out of the tavern.