Roland slowly sipped the fruit wine while sizing up the other customers in the tavern.
Most of the customers carried all kinds of weapons and had a ferocious vibe. They were mostly mercenaries. The anomaly that Roland noticed was from them.
Before entering the tavern, Roland had heard from the door that it was very lively inside, and the noise was incessant. But when the three of them entered the tavern, the noises were immediately muffled.
At first, Roland thought that the magic robe he was wearing was too intimidating. After all, spellcasters had a high status in this world. But then he realized that he did have a certain amount of deterrence. However, most of the mercenaries' gazes fell on Hawk and Link.
Although their clothes were tattered and they seemed to be in dire straits, almost all the mercenaries looked at them with fear. And when they saw Roland's magic robe, they only felt that this guy was not to be trifled with.
That was a very obvious difference.
This guy was not to be trifled with, but he could still be trifled with.
As for the "wariness," it was "I don't think I'm a match for this guy. Will he jump up and slap me in the face?"
That was the difference between the two.
These mercenaries were very scared of Hawk and Link! Roland came to this conclusion. Then he remembered that Hawk had said that they fought a few battles with gangs before they got that place to stay.
Also, he remembered that a few days ago, Gru of the Gray Sand Tavern had told him that two Golden Sons had a confrontation with a noble a while ago and claimed that they wouldn't stop until the noble was killed.
Watching the two players chowing down on the meat on the opposite side, Roland asked after a while, "Is the food in this place to your liking?"
Hawk nodded vigorously while eating. "It's been a long time since I had such delicious meat in this game. My body in reality and in the game are separated. Although I'm tired of eating meat every day in reality, this body keeps telling my brain that it wants to eat meat, eat meat … "
Roland smiled and continued to ask, "Is the wine here okay?"
"Yes." Hawk buried his head in his food.
"Did you kill the noble?"
"Killed …" Hawk suddenly raised his head. "Damn, you're trying to get information out of me."
Link looked up at Roland and continued eating.
Roland chuckled. "It's not really a cliché. After all, we can find out if it was you guys who did it after some investigation. To be honest, I quite admire you guys. I can't believe he's going against the nobles. "
"That noble deserves to die." Hawk's gaze suddenly became sharp.
Roland asked curiously, "Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Actually, it's not something worth showing off." Hawk put down the large piece of steak in his hand, sighed slightly, and began to talk about the course of events.
It turned out that nearly a month ago, Hawk and the others made a living here in Delpon. Just as they said, they didn't have enough to eat because of the language barrier, and they starved to death several times.
Later, they hunted outside the city, and only then did they manage to make a living.
However, there wasn't always prey in the forest, so they planned to go to the river to see if they could catch some fish.
In the next few days, the corpses of children were found by the river. They seemed to be beggars.
There were boys and girls. Their chests had been opened, and their hearts were gone.
Hearing this, Roland's face turned pale, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on his wine glass.
He had already guessed the course of events and the outcome.
Sure enough, as he guessed, Hawk and the other two set up an ambush by the river, and the next morning, they encountered the person who dumped the corpses. The two stepped forward and crippled the person who dumped the corpses. Even though there was a language barrier, they still used hand gestures and some commonly used words to interrogate who the instigator was and why he killed the children.
"Because that noble believed that drinking the blood from the children's hearts could prolong his youth! How f * cking ridiculous. "
Hawk hammered the table heavily, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared.
The roar echoed throughout the tavern, and everyone's voices fell silent.
Roland sighed and didn't speak.
"I was upset, I was furious. Holding the children's corpses, I dragged the person who dumped the corpses to the noble's house to question them. Do you know what they said in the end? "
Roland sighed and said, "They probably said that it was an honor for those children to sacrifice their lives for the noble or something like that."
"Hahaha, as expected of a Mage, smart as expected." Hawk gnashed his teeth and said, "Not only did that noble not feel guilty or repent, he even arrested us and charged us with assaulting a noble."
That was something Roland didn't expect.
He poured a glass of wine for Hawk and continued to ask, "How did you get out later?"
"Was there a need to?" Hawk grinned hideously. "I strangled Link to death in prison, and then I killed myself by hitting the wall. After being reborn from the Church of Life, we went straight to the noble's manor and charged in with wooden sticks. "
At this point, Roland keenly noticed that the mercenaries around him had become strange, as if they were somewhat scared.
"At first, we didn't have much combat experience, and after smashing one or two soldiers to death with the physique of professionals, we were surrounded and beaten to death." Hawk's expression was filled with delight. "But it didn't matter. We were reborn again half an hour later and charged into the manor again. After killing two or three people, we were chopped into pieces again. "
Some mercenaries began to leave, and the tavern became quieter and quieter.
Roland tilted his head and looked around, then turned back and said in admiration, "There must have been a lot of people watching."
"There seemed to be a lot, but we didn't think that much at the time," Hawk continued. "Every time we died, our combat experience would increase a little. Later, on our way to resurrection, some masked men would provide us with some rusty iron weapons to use. With the equipment, we could kill four or five people before dying. At this time, the noble began to be a little scared, because more than half of his private soldiers had been killed or wounded. He had the soldiers capture us and tie us to trees, saying that as long as we became his subordinates and served him for life, he would forgive us. He wouldn't punish us for our sins. "
Hearing this, Roland couldn't help but laugh.
"I spat all over his face on the spot." Hawk slapped the table hard and shouted excitedly, "That noble thought that we couldn't do anything if he tied us up? Link and I bit off our tongues, but later, we found that we couldn't die like that, so we struggled hard and kept struggling until we either broke the rope or died of exhaustion! "
Shoot!
Hearing this, Roland couldn't help but give a thumbs-up and said in admiration, "You guys are awesome."
With a smug expression, Hawk accepted Roland's reverence, while Lynk, on the other hand, seemed a little shy and embarrassed.
"Anyway, after we were resurrected, we continued to go straight to the noble's manor to kill people." At this moment, Hawk suddenly sneered. "Then, some inexplicable big shots came over and told us to be rational and not to be impulsive, trying to stop us. Some even threatened us, saying that we had committed a great crime by offending a noble and that we would be despised by the gods in the future and thrown into the Wall of the Faithless."
At this point, Hawk suddenly stepped on the table, raised his head, and finished the fruit wine. Then, he threw the cup to the ground and roared, "I told them directly that I was going to kill that idiot noble, and nobody could stop me, not even the gods. Whoever tried to stop me would be an accomplice and would be killed together! "
The fierce roar echoed in the entire tavern!
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