Son of the Olden Days

Going to the crowded pub is the time when there is a lot of people.

The wine jar was swaying, and the cooked food was fragrant.

The tavern is very spacious, with a mixed crowd of mercenaries, tramps, adventurers, and waitresses.

In the brightly lit lights, people fighting for tables and wines are bustling with excitement. The rich guys occupy a good position on the wine table, and those who are struggling can always find a corner gap and squeeze themselves in.

A drunkard lifted the skirt of a passing waitress next to him, revealing half of his white ass, and after causing a scream, he turned his head deeply and said to a brash man next to him:

"You know? I don't need to look at my face at all, I can recognize who is walking by just by the shape of my butt."

"Can you... teach me?" The brash man beside him was obviously bluffed, and he asked the drunkard yearningly when he heard the drunkard speak so badly.

"Teach you? Stop making trouble. This kind of advanced skill requires years of training and accumulation of experience. You can't be a little guy, you need to grow up a little bit." The drunkard waved his hands.

After listening to the drunkard's words, the reckless man stopped doing it. He had a beard that didn't say that he was middle-aged, at least he was close to middle-age. At this age, it is not suitable to describe him as a ‘small’.

Putting his wine jar heavily on the table, the brash man glared at the drunkard viciously.

"Damn it, if you don't drink you down today, I will be your father."

"Then draw the sword."

The drunkard indifferently used his own wine jar and bumped into the brash man. After a while, he suddenly reacted to the part of the brash man’s words about his father. Then the drunk grabbed the handle of the wooden wine jar and directly smashed the jar on the brash man’s face .

In the blink of an eye, it was convenient for you to come and I started to fight, overturned the table, kicked the bench down, and the dinner plate rolled around.

When everyone saw the excitement, they slapped the table and shouted and cheered until the mayor Elton's brother, the tavern owner Chad Herrick, gave his men a wink and ended the farce.

When the two hands were thrown on the street, the people in the tavern returned to their carnivals.

Thor crossed the messy ground and sat down beside Shuggs.

In addition to the square tables for serving guests, there is also a row of seats outside the counter. At the L-shaped counter, the tavern owner Chad stood behind the counter and rubbed the glass, showing his gentlemanship, or placing orders for the screaming drunks from here.

In the past, Saul did not like such noisy occasions, but people will always get used to it. Besides, there will always be all kinds of true and false information here, and occasionally he can benefit from it.

The entire Gray Screen Town is not the only place where you can drink, but only this tavern will provide a complete range of drinks from all surrounding towns and levels.

I don't know why, every time Thor comes here, he always sees Shuggs sitting on the short cross of the L-shaped counter. Anyway, as long as Shuggs is there, he must be there. He doesn't seem to like the row of open seats in front of the counter.

I don't know if it's because of the bad seat, or because Shuggs has gradually gained some fame in the town, and almost no one will compete with Shuggs for a seat.

To say that the seat occupied by Shuggs does not have a very good view, after all, he looks up and faces the shelf of wine on the counter, otherwise it is the sharpie face of the tavern owner Chad.

When Sol squeezed the wall and sat down on the left side of Shuggs, there was no more vision, but Sol was very satisfied with this hidden corner, which always brought him a sense of freedom in quietness.

Soon Chad at the counter handed a jar full of ale to Sol, and Shuggs turned his own and touched Sol.

Before drinking, he and Shuggs always rushed to talk to each other, so you can come and go. But now drinking, silence has become a constant prelude between the two people.

Saul knew very well that the former Shuggs had died with Cowell, but the current Shuggs was still stuck in grief and couldn't get out. His grief was long and profound, and even time was uneven.

After half a cup, Suoer talked about what happened to him in the cemetery today.

Shuggs listened in silence with an expressionless face, then pulled up Thor's sleeve and took a look. It was obvious that Thor's right hand was growing on him intact.

"You must be under too much pressure to have hallucinations. You need women, piles of women and spirits to make you sober." Finally, Shuggs said.

Saul sighed slightly in his heart, and even lost the interest in speculating and discussing with Shuggs, and he knew it would be like this.

"I may be leaving Grayscreen Town. If I was still alive when I was second-order, would you go with me?" Finally Saul changed the subject.

Saul had mentioned this with Shuggs before, and Shuggs fully agreed at the time, claiming that he would travel around the world and he was well-known. After meeting the Cowell sisters, Saul never mentioned this topic again.

Now that no one is there anymore, the old things are brought up again, and Saul doesn't know what Shuggs's answer is.

"Where are we going?" In the end, Shuggs flew lightly with four words, without any tone, but Saul heard a heart-wrenching sense of vicissitudes.

Yes, wherever I go, my heart is dead, where do I go? Thor was silent.

Forget it, drink the bar, this is a place suitable for forgetting, it's just useless.

"Clang...clang...clang...clang." The old clock in the town rang suddenly, and the bells were short and dense.

Immediately after the door of the tavern was smashed open, a man who looked like a mercenary rushed in.

"There are robbers coming. The number is unknown. Those who can swing their swords will gather at the north gate of the town. A wolf with five silver heads and five silver heads." After a brief message, the mercenary quickly turned and disappeared.

"This year, even the robbers have to prepare for the winter. Is there any man in this room who wants to go with me to get the bounty?" A burly man stood up from the table and scanned his surroundings.

"Just your two, let's go to the bed and show off with a woman!"

Everyone around them screamed, but in the end they responded and many people left in a blink of an eye.

The tavern owner Chad stood behind the counter with a dark face. These **** guys had obviously forgotten the wine money selectively, but in the end Chad just lowered his head and continued to wipe the glass in silence.

Forget it, just support my brother to guard the town, and I don't know how many old faces will come back when the wine tank is full.

Sol and Shuggs also stood up at the same time.

"You too?" Shuggs looked over.

"Why not?" Sol replied.

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Saul actually doesn't like to kill inexplicably, because he has some contradictions. He has a disregard for life and a reverence for life.

But sometimes, although killing will cause negative in the bottom of my heart, it can also use blood to drag the lost person back.

Since it is a robber, there is nothing to say. If you dare to pick up the sword, no matter what you wield it for, you must bear the corresponding risk.

Outside the north gate, the bandits holding torches were densely packed, and it was obvious that this was an occasion for humans to speak with their strength.

People on both sides collided together without any prelude, and the blood instantly stained the earth in late autumn.

After all, Thor didn't join hands with Shuggs anymore, and he was one step on the ground, separated to better grasp the actual combat opportunities in front of him.

On the chaotic battlefield, Thor bit a strong man in leather armor. They were similar in height and of the same rank, but they were more symmetrical than the thick and stout Thor of the opponent.

As soon as this brute force smashed his opponent in half with a sword, he turned around and saw Sol coming rushing forward.

Dodge, block, hedge, fight each other, roll.

After several rounds in a flash, Thor pulled two scars on the strong muscles of the strong man.

He cursed in his mouth and rushed towards Thor, swinging his sword angrily, but only struck Saul's shadow.

"What kind of **** life do you robbers live? Never brush your teeth? The smell in your mouth is about to smoke me to death!" At the moment of dodge, Thor used the rotation of his body to slash his head with a sword.

The first-order robber eventually died of bad breath.

The head that got out was picked up by a mercenary not far away, held tightly in his arms, and turned his head to cast a demonstrative gaze at Saul. It's a pity that Saul didn't look at him, just frowned and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his body, shook his hand, and then rushed to the next opponent.

Many torches with broken arms fell on the ground, causing a wider burn, and the flames were everywhere in the blink of an eye.

A little man was hovering on the sides of the two fighting parties, trying to break into the battle to form a two-on-one situation, but he was inadvertently thrown down by the flying-on Thor.

At that moment, Saul saw the begging look in the opponent's eyes. From the face of his face, this little man might not have passed the coming-of-age ceremony, that is, he was twelve or thirteen-year-old. ... But what is the point of this?

Using his left hand to pinch the opponent's neck and press the opponent to the ground, Thor raised his right hand long sword and thrust it straight down toward the opponent's heart.

In the end, the sword did not go down, because the enemy suddenly started to twitch inexplicably, so strong that Thor almost couldn't hold it down, and then Thor found that the opponent was stuck in his hand.

Then, starting from Sol pinching his left hand on the opponent's neck, a strange black air suddenly spread across the enemy's head, chest, and legs. In a blink of an eye, this enemy quickly rotted in front of him, and then surpassed the initial rot and finally weathered and decayed, disintegrating into sand.

If it weren't for the look in his begging eyes a moment ago, Saul would even think that what he was holding was an ancient corpse hundreds of thousands of years ago.

For an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be frozen, and Thor, who was half-kneeling there, could no longer feel the killing and noise, or the blood and cold wind.

He bowed his head and stared at his hand, dreams, zombies, broken arms, demons, and some fragmentary thoughts flashed and connected in his consciousness.

Then, greater fear instantly enveloped Saul, because he suddenly remembered that no matter whether what he experienced this morning was a dream or reality, what he had broken off was actually his right hand.

So what happened to the left hand at this moment?

Clenching his left hand into a fist, Thor glanced dangerously across the battlefield. Fortunately, there was chaos on the battlefield. Everyone was fighting each other, and no one seemed to notice him.

Standing up, Thor had completely lost his interest in killing, and left the battlefield in silence.

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