"Gold … gold pounds?!"
Seeing the elf take out the gold pounds, John Senior's eyes widened.
But very soon, he felt many burning gazes from the people in the tavern, which made his heart skip a beat.
One gold pound … Perhaps it wasn't much in the eyes of professionals, but for many apprentices and attendants who hadn't reached the level of Dark Iron, as well as most of the drunkards and idlers in the tavern, it was a huge sum of money.
John Senior wasn't like the bartender, he had his back to the tavern. Speaking of which … The reason why the Black Walnut Tavern could operate safely in the Commoner District to this day was because it was inextricably linked to the gangs in the slums. Not to mention one gold pound, even if it was ten gold pounds, no one would dare to target the bartender.
But John Senior was different. He was just a free citizen who had no one to rely on.
If he really accepted this gold pound, he didn't doubt that he would be targeted after the elf left.
This kind of thing happened too often in the Commoner District. Even the soldiers of the security team wouldn't care.
No …
He would be thankful if those soldiers didn't try to harm him.
Thinking of this, John Senior shifted his gaze away from the gold pound with difficulty and smiled bitterly.
"Lord Elf, I'm already very grateful for your help in treating my injuries. I'm willing to take you to the vicinity of the mine, but I don't need any payment …"
Saying this, he glanced at the Erguotou the elves ordered and swallowed his saliva.
"If … If you're willing, why don't you treat me to a cup of this wine? I've wanted to try it for a long time. I wonder what it tastes like."
Hearing John Senior's words, the elf warrior was slightly taken aback.
His gaze swept across the tavern, and many people who were looking in this direction retracted their gazes.
Noticing the twinkle in the elf warrior's eyes, a flash of realization appeared in his eyes.
"Sorry, I understand. I didn't think it through."
He nodded.
Then, he glanced at John Senior, who was looking at the Erguotou in his hand with a yearning expression, and revealed a brilliant smile.
"Another cup of white wine."
"Yes, honorable Lord Elf."
Soon, under the envious gazes of the crowd, the bartender handed a cup of Erguotou to John Senior.
Looking at the clear wine in the cup and smelling the wine fragrance that was different from ale, John Senior's eyes widened.
True God above! To think that Old John would one day be able to drink this kind of wine that only nobles could drink!
He sniffed carefully, and a trace of intoxication flashed across his face.
He fancied that he smelled pounds.
Old John held the wine glass in his hand like it was a treasure, leaned forward, and took a small sip.
The spicy wine was very stimulating, and he could not hold it in for a moment. He coughed violently, causing the elven warrior beside him to laugh out loud.
"Hahaha, drink slowly, drink slowly. This wine is produced in our Elven Forest. It has a strong aftertaste."
"Cough, cough, cough … This taste is weird. Do all the nobles like to drink this? I'm not used to it … "
Old John coughed as he spoke, choking on his tears.
He couldn't understand the nobles anymore. He didn't know why this kind of wine was so popular. To be honest, he felt that it was worse than the inferior ale he drank!
"Hey, this is with water added. If it was the original without water, the aftereffects would be stronger."
The elf said with a smile.
"Add … add water?"
Old John's eyes widened.
He looked at the white wine in his hand. It was hard to imagine how strong it would be without water …
The bartender at the side was a little embarrassed.
"Cough, cough … Lord Elf, every tavern will add water to this kind of wine because the taste is too strong. But if you want … I can get you some without water, but the price may be several times higher …"
"No need, no need. I'm not used to drinking sorghum wine either. Elven flower tea is better."
The elven warrior waved his hand nonchalantly.
After finishing their drinks, the three Elves left the tavern and Old John followed them.
The weather today was good, and the sun was very warm on his body. He didn't know if it was because of the wine, but Old John felt a little dizzy.
This wine … did seem to have a strong aftertaste.
He felt as if he was floating as he walked, and even his head was hurting a little.
It wasn't until another ray of light enveloped his body that Old John felt a cool force enter his body and circulate around it.
After that, the dizziness and the faint headache all disappeared.
Not only that, even the filth that accumulated on his body from not washing for several months disappeared. His messy hair wasn't so messy anymore.
Feeling the changes in his body, Old John raised his head in shock and looked at the elves. He saw the beautiful female elf slowly putting down the magic staff in her hand.
"This is purification magic. It can sober the wine and also clean the body."
She explained with a smile.
That smile was so sweet that Old John felt flattered again.
"Thank you … Thank you … Beautiful Lord Elf."
He quickly thanked her.
Although he didn't have the habit of washing his body, this refreshing feeling was great.
"You can call me Zee. My name is Zee Gale."
The elven girl said gently.
The elven warrior also pointed at himself with a smug expression.
"Demacia, Demacia Blaze."
As for the black-haired elven druid who was obviously the leader, he said cordially.
"My name is Li Mu, Li Mu Shadow."
As he spoke, he looked up and down at Old John's clothes and shoes again. He pondered for a moment, and with a flash of light in his hand, a brand-new set of human civilian clothes appeared as if he was performing magic.
"Your clothes are quite damaged. Change into a new set. I just don't know if it fits."
Looking at the brand-new clothes, Old John's eyes widened.
True God above! This material … is definitely good material produced in the Kingdom of Ayres!
He had only seen it on the rich civilians in the inner city!
I'm afraid this set of clothes will cost 50 silver coins!
This was a good measure because wearing clothes of this price on him, although it was a bit high-profile, it wouldn't attract attention.
Anyway … it wouldn't bring as much risk as a gold pound.
"This … This …"
Old John was inexplicably reserved.
Until the elf stuffed the clothes into his hands.
"Take it, I still have many sets. You should change your clothes."
Old John trembled as he accepted the clothes, inexplicably touched.
He had been in the northern territory for a year. In this year, no one had ever treated him so well.
His home was destroyed by the demons, his family was destroyed by the rebels, he was cheated of his travel expenses by the black-hearted merchants who transported refugees, and he was robbed of his last remaining property by bandits …
When he came to Lyc City, he was first bullied by other refugees. After finding a job, his salary was docked. He had to eat and sleep in the open every day. His body was deteriorating. He didn't know how long he could last.
Not to mention, he was beaten up by the nobles before.
If he didn't meet these elves, with his previous injuries, he really didn't know what to do next.
Perhaps … he might not survive this year.
Without the energy to work, losing his source of income, and his physical condition deteriorating … A refugee like him could only wait for death.
Refugees who died like this could be seen everywhere in the territory. In the end, the church collected their corpses, wrapped them in shrouds, and burned them.
And that wasn't because the church was kind, but because the church was worried that leaving the corpses would breed the undead.
It could be said that even if refugees like them died, no one would care.
In his growing despair, the Eternal Church that he believed in did not extend a helping hand to him. In the end, the ones who reached out a helping hand to him were the cruel elves that the church spoke of …
Although it was just a glass of wine and a set of clothes, it was like a ray of light in the darkness that shone into his heart.
Thinking of this, Old John's eyes gradually moistened.
"Thank you … Thank you … Merciful Lord Elf … Thank you …"
He kept bowing, his voice choked, and in the end, he couldn't help but wail.
As an adult male, Old John was very strong, but also very fragile.
The destruction of his family didn't crush him. The downfall of the past year didn't crush him. But at this moment, the elves' concern became the last straw that broke the camel's back. It touched the softest part of his heart.
That was the soft part that he had always hidden in the deepest part of his heart, pretending to be strong.
Pain, grievance, and sadness surged up in an instant and completely exploded.
"Don't cry. Go and change your clothes. This is what we should do."
The elf named Li Mu sighed and patted him on the back.
Old John sniffled, bowed deeply, and then ran to the back of the tavern with his clothes in his arms.
He remembered that there was a warehouse there where he could change his clothes.
After a few minutes, when Old John came in front of the elves again, his appearance had changed greatly.
After changing into neat clothes, he looked much more energetic. He no longer looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies and finally looked a little younger.
Wearing soft and comfortable clothes and shoes, Old John felt as if he had been reborn. It seemed that even the sky was bluer than before, and the sun was warmer.
"Not bad, not bad. It's very suitable."
Looking at his appearance, the elves' eyes lit up, and they nodded secretly.
Old John's foundation wasn't bad to begin with. After dressing up, he looked surprisingly handsome, like an old handsome man who had weathered the hardships of life and had his own story.
Old John was a little embarrassed to receive the elves' praise.
He pinched the new clothes he had changed into and said somewhat embarrassedly,
"It's the Lord's clothes that are suitable."
"It's nothing. This is what we should do."
The elven druid named Li Mu waved his hand and smiled.
The warrior who called himself Demacia also nodded and said with a pious expression, "Yes, she is right.
The Goddess also teaches us that all beings are equal. The strong should also help the weak. Only when everyone works together can we create a better future. "
With that said, he drew the symbol of the Scepter of Life on his chest with a holy expression.
"Goddess … Goddess …"
Looking at the other party's fanatical appearance, Old John's voice murmured, and his heart was touched even more deeply.
The bards said that the Goddess of Life was a benevolent and powerful god. Now it seemed that it was indeed so.
The Eternal Church deceived him again!
How could the Goddess of Life be as bad as they said? She was clearly such a kind and righteous existence!
Otherwise, how could the elves who believed in her be so benevolent and friendly?
Their hearts were just like their appearances, beautiful and noble!
At this moment, Old John's heart was filled with endless affection for the elves and the Goddess of Life …
At the same time, he was also a little curious about the legendary Church of Life.
The Church of Life … What kind of church was it?
Maple Moon Free Territory … Was it really as dreamy as the rumors said?
However, he knew that he still had business to attend to now, so he suppressed his curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, Old John showed a bright smile and said respectfully,
"Lord Li Mu, Lord Demacia, Lord Chibi, thank you. I'm ready. Shall we go to the mine now?"
"No hurry, no hurry. We have other companions in the inner city. They'll be here in a while. Let's wait here for a while."
Li Mu shook his head and said.
With that, he looked at Old John again. His gaze paused on his dark skin color and hair, as well as his three-dimensional and deep eye sockets, and he asked curiously,
"Looking at your appearance, you seem to have some characteristics of the people of the Kingdom of Ayres. Why didn't you go south? Why did you escape to the north of the continent?"
Hearing his words, Old John scratched his head and said, "Yes, I do have half of the bloodline.
"Yes, I do have half the blood of the Kingdom of Ayres. My father is from the empire, and my mother is from the Kingdom of Ayres. However, they were killed by the noble soldiers in a war a few years ago."
"I was originally a farmer on the border of the empire. After the invasion of the demons, they slaughtered our village and blocked the road south. I had no choice but to take a merchant ship north."
"Are you the only one in your family?"
Chibi asked curiously.
Old John was silent for a moment, and his expression was gloomy.
"My wife and my two children are all dead."
Hearing this, an apologetic look flashed across Chibi's face.
"Sorry … I shouldn't have asked. The demons are evil and cruel. They destroyed many happy families …"
"No … It's not the demons."
Old John shook his head.
"It's not the demons?"
Chibi was slightly taken aback.
Old John clenched his fist and finally loosened it weakly.
He sighed and said sadly and somewhat angrily,
"It's the rebel soldiers!"
"I originally fled with my wife and children, but in the process of fleeing, I encountered the noble's rebel soldiers. The rebel soldiers were defeated by the demons!"
"At that time, I left my family in the refugee camp and went to the city to find the merchants on the fleet."
"By the time I came back, my wife and children were already …"
Speaking of this, Old John seemed to recall something sad. His face turned pale, and his expression was quite painful.
"They were all killed by them …"
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