One Eyed Monster

　　Oha contentedly counted the gold coins he just received. Today's harvest is very rich. He didn't have time to thank the generous customer.

　　Oha’s heart has been occupied by sudden joy. At this moment, there is no extra space for other trivial matters, so many gold coins are enough for him to bite for a while tonight.

　　 The night is coming, and the cold is attacking. The cold and darkness gradually climbed onto the ground, slowly swallowing it all. People also put away their hard work early, put aside the fatigue and joy that they had received throughout the day, whistled carefree and walked briskly to a brightly lit place. The little time before going to bed is precious to them, and they want to give this precious moment to the taverns that are just beginning to be active.

　　Good wine and piles of stories are the favorite pastime of these people who have worked all day.

　　 "It's cold, warm up with a glass of wine, and go to bed at night." The tavern owner himself poured a glass of ale for Oha.

"Thank you, it's really cold." Like everyone else, Oha also likes to have a few drinks before going to bed. First, the aroma of ale can help him digest the joy or sorrow in his heart, and second, he can also use a cup Wine to share or enjoy many stories.

　　 Some of these stories came from afar, and some happened around them. In short, there is no shortage of stories in the tavern under the Gulu Mountain. It's just that some stories are long and boring, and some are as memorable as old wine.

　　Oha likes to listen to stories, and he likes to tell stories. If he doesn’t know how to tell a story, probably his cold-proof artifacts can’t be sold.

　　 "Don't you have a warm bag for warming artifacts? I'm afraid it's cold?" The tavern owner quipped that the tavern business is very good these days, and the guys are too busy to come, so he has to go personally.

It’s no wonder that the two big taverns under Gulu Mountain were occupied by some inexplicable people. Regarding the origin of these inexplicable people, the tavern owner has heard no less than five stories in his tavern. As for these stories No one can tell which is true.

　　 "The warm bags are all sold out." When Oha said this, he deliberately raised his tone, as if he didn't make his voice important, the owner of the tavern would not hear him.

　　 "Today's quantity is sold out so late, you really can fight it." The tavern owner didn't seem to understand the true purpose of O'Han's words.

　　 "Uh, I mean all my warm bags are sold out."

　　 "Oh? This way, it seems that I have to lose a resident alcoholic." The tavern owner's expression was very rich, at first he was surprised, then calmed down, and finally with a little regret. This rich expression is entirely composed of changes in facial muscles, because the boss's eyes are always drooping, which means that no matter what, the dead fish eyes of the tavernkeeper always seem to have no energy.

　　 "Hey hey, even if I don't sell warm bags, I will come to have a drink every day. As for wine, the more the better."

　　 The tavern owner drooped Blind Fisheye and poured a glass of ale for Oha: "Let’s talk about it, what hapless guy was fooled by you and bought so many warm bags all at once."

"You can't say that. I think I was fooled by the other party. I started to doubt my life when he said it." Oha took a sip of wine, picked up a peanut, and started the story he wanted to share. .

　　Oha’s story is not uncommon, it is nothing more than a hawker who has goods to sell meets a strange treasure hunter.

　　 The treasure hunter was wearing a cloak of indistinct color, holding a long wooden pole like a walking stick in one hand, holding a chain in one hand, the chain clacking, and it was obvious that there was some animal tied to the other end.

　　 It was getting dark, and Oha was just about to close the stall and go to the pub for a drink. But the strange Taobao guest stopped Oha.

　　 The Taobao guest just sat in front of Oha and said nothing.

The story after 　　 was also a little weird. The strange thing was not in the ending of the story, but in the course of the story. Until now, Oha didn't understand how he sold all the warm bags.

"Actually, I'm really not sure, I think he didn't listen to everything I said." After a few glasses of wine, Oha's inner joy was diluted a lot, and there was other room to think about the whole thing. He felt that although he made a lot of gold this time, it was a little accidental.

　　 To be exact, I was lucky...

　　 "Then you are really out of **** luck." The alcoholic who was drinking with him echoed.

"The newcomers who have come these days are more weird than the other. I am not surprised to be strange. We drink here all the time because of them." Another drinker heard the story of Oha, and his grief and unwillingness followed. Come.

　　 "I think he has always been talking to himself, and I have always been a bystander." Oha didn't care about other people's interference and continued his sharing.

　　 "Also, I am a very serious bystander."

　　 "Huh? Could that guy really fool you." The muscles on the tavernkeeper's face throbbed again.

　　 "I don't know, I feel like I have been telling him about the night, cold and the like, but he always tells me about darkness, power and the like."

　　 "What's more?" Another alcoholic asked, poking his head.

　　 "He said that people are always afraid of the extreme winter on this continent, but no one is afraid of the extreme summer, because people always associate cold with darkness, and put fire and light together." Oha recalled.

　　 "He also said that hypocritical people always like to deceive themselves and others. In fact, the light is as shameful as the darkness, but the world has always been ruled by a bunch of hypocritical guys."

　　 "This seems to be reasonable."

　　 "So, I'm almost infected by him. He said that darkness is not scary. Many of us live in darkness but never take pride in darkness."

　　 "I admit that, I do business at night. If night does not fall, or if darkness does not fall, I guess no one will come to my tavern." The tavern owner poured wine on Oha again.

　　 "Then you say, why do we always use darkness to describe bad things, for example, we call aliens monsters in the dark world, and evil people as servants of dark demons?"

　　 "Uh, probably what you just said, everyone is afraid of the dark." The drinker beside him was also fascinated.

　　 "He said that darkness is unknown to us. We can't see what is in the darkness or how big the darkness is. Unlike the bright day, we can see the side at a glance, and there are no hidden secrets."

　　 "Because I can't see ~www.ltnovel.com~ so I have fear?" someone asked again.

　　 "He said that because they can't see, people are born with the unknown, and the unknown makes some people feel helpless. When helplessness rises to a certain level, it is fear."

　　 "However, you have said so much, do you understand what he said has anything to do with us?"

　　 "Of course it does matter!" Oha was a little excited, as if he was stimulated by something, "In the face of the unknown darkness, we should be in awe, but not be afraid or repulse..."

　　 "Brother!"

　　 Oha's endless sharing was interrupted by a voice in the corner of the tavern.

　　 The voice was very loud, and the tavern suddenly became quiet.

　　 "Brother, what you met was a black warlock. You were almost brainwashed by the black warlock and dragged into the eternal evil."

　　 "Om? I think what he said makes sense, we should be in awe!"

"Darkness and cold are mostly lifelessness, but light and warmth can bring new life. This is not a problem of seeing and invisible." The alcoholic in the corner seems to be a new Taobao guest, he After drinking the fruit wine, he was laying copper plates on the wine table.

　　 "But..." Oha wanted to refute a few words, but he was speechless.

"What you met was a black warlock, and they studied the art of death. Brothers can go and see the place where you met him another day. Unsurprisingly, that place should now wither and die without any vitality. After finishing the code, the man got up and put on his hat, ready to leave.

　　 "Don't forget the breath of death behind the darkness, that kind of death is not something to be awed."

　　 This sentence did not disappear with the person's departure, but repeated and echoed in the tavern...