Royal City, outskirts.
Civilian living area.
Low houses were scattered in a disorderly manner. The distance between the houses was very short, and the space was cramped. Sometimes one had to turn sideways to walk through.
Ma Ke came to this civilian area according to his memory and knocked on a wooden door.
"Who is it?"
A weak voice came from inside the wooden door.
With a squeak, the door was pulled open, revealing a bearded, somewhat haggard face.
There was a scar on his face. One of his sleeves hung empty, and the other hand completely opened the wooden door.
"Deputy Commander, why are you here? Bruiser, Muya, look who's here!"
The bearded man's eyes flashed with surprise, and his voice rose a few decibels.
Then he blurted out, "Deputy Commander, have you found anything in the recent investigation? How's the situation with the Blacktide?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man regretted it.
The Wing Regiment had been exploring outside the wall for decades, but they didn't find much. Now, the regiment was getting weaker. They wanted to figure out the truth of the Blacktide, but they didn't have enough ability.
What's more …
Every time the regiment went out of the city to explore, it was a narrow escape. Maybe some of their comrades were sleeping in the wilderness. It wasn't easy for the deputy commander to come, but he brought up such a topic.
Bruiser and Muya walked out of the house with a bit of eagerness and nervousness in their eyes.
Ma Ke suddenly laughed.
It was a hearty laugh.
"Yes, we have a lot of gains. Not only did we find survivors outside the wall, but our Wing Regiment also received a large amount of financial support. I came here to gather my old comrades …"
The Wing Regiment only had less than a thousand hunters. But in fact, there were many hunters who joined the Wing Regiment because of their dreams and obsessions.
It's just that the regiment's battle loss rate was too high.
Some people couldn't bear it and quit the regiment.
Some people were buried in the wilderness.
There were also some who held the idea of bleeding for the regiment, but because of injuries and other reasons, they could only quit the regiment and settle down in the field.
The bearded man was one of them.
When he heard that survivors were found outside the wall, he laughed like a child. But he didn't agree with Ma Ke's proposal to gather his old comrades.
"The regiment has given us enough help over the years. It's not easy to get funds. It should be used on equipment. We're useless and can't fight anymore. We don't want to drag the regiment down."
Bruiser and Ya Mu nodded repeatedly.
The auras of the three of them were weak and chaotic. Even an experienced person would be able to sense the dense killing intent on their bodies. They were battle-hardened soldiers.
"Who said you're useless …"
With a flick of his wrist, Ma Ke took out a bottle of red medicine and a bottle of emerald green medicine. He opened the bottle cap and poured the medicine into the bearded man's mouth.
"These two bottles of medicine are provided by the big boss. If you don't drink them, it will be a waste."
The bearded man's eyes widened, and the medicinal liquid in his mouth slid down his throat and into his body.
In an instant,
Waves of warm energy flowed through his limbs and seeped into his internal organs.
Black blood spurted out from some of the purulent wounds on the bearded man's body. Scabs formed and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some of the scars were also slowly recovering.
The chaotic aura calmed down, and the familiar power returned. There was only one or two weak auras left. It kept rising and finally stopped at the peak of the Ninth Awakening Stage.
Apart from the fact that his left arm was still missing, he had completely recovered.
"This, this is probably a Master-level potion … How can it be wasted on me!"
The bearded man's body trembled.
It's gas.
A Master-level potion!
Two bottles, one to heal injuries, and one to replenish vitality …
Only a master potion maker could make it successfully. Coupled with the precious raw materials, the value of these two bottles of recovery potion was self-evident.
It was priceless!
Even powerful middle-level nobles might not be able to get their hands on it.
Even great nobles would probably be heartbroken if they suddenly used two bottles of Master-level potion.
But he drank it all just like that?
For a moment, he had the urge to spit it out to see if there was any medicine left.
However, the bearded man knew that he had already absorbed the potion's effects.
At this point, he could only repay it with his life.
So …
He saw Ma Ke turn his wrist, and a few more bottles of medicine appeared in his hand.
Light red, emerald green.
"It's not a waste. It's just a Master-level potion. The big boss doesn't need this much."
"… …"
… …
King's City, Outer City.
A group of freelance mercenaries walked into a tavern with their arms around each other's shoulders.
The orange flame flickered, emitting a soft light.
"I heard that the Baron of Clear Water and the Baron of Sweet Potato are fighting again. Hehe, there's business these days."
"Hush, I heard that the inspection corps has been fishing recently. If you're caught by them, you won't be left with a single gold coin."
"What are you afraid of! I don't have money. At most, I'll just take my ass! "
A drunk mercenary shouted. The tavern was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The sound of conversation was endless. Some complained that the mission was not profitable enough, and some mentioned some unlucky mercenary who was not careful enough and was found by the nobles and beaten to death.
No matter what, being a mercenary was still a high-risk industry.
Suddenly …
There were surprised shouts coming from the street outside the door, covering the noise in the tavern.
"Have you heard? The Night Tavern has a three-day 40% discount!"
"The new tavern that just opened two streets to the east? I heard that it's built more luxuriously than the taverns in the inner city. The variety of drinks is more abundant. A friend of mine went there once and said that it was unforgettable. He doesn't want to go to those ordinary taverns anymore. "
"The nobles all said it was good. Hurry up, I'm afraid there won't be any seats if we're late!"
The shouts quickly faded away.
Under the dim yellow light, the patrons in the tavern looked at each other.
A new tavern?
Was the wine really that good? It made people want to drink it?
The patrons in the tavern were skeptical. But a newly opened tavern's popularity spread so fast, which showed the uniqueness of its wine.
They had no idea how many spirit stones were secretly spent in order to promote the reputation of the Night Tavern and Tree Shade Entertainment City. They even used various marketing methods.
Many of the wine recipes were purchased by Tang Yu from the system market. The taste was unique. Even the people of the Foodie Empire said it was great, not to mention a group of mercenaries who were not knowledgeable.
They had long been addicted to the taste of the wine.
Word of mouth naturally fermented.
When more and more freelance mercenaries arrived in front of the neon-lit Night Tavern, they found that the seats in the ordinary area of the tavern had long been full.
Even many nobles …
From the beginning, they resisted and looked down on the tavern in the outer city.
After hearing that the tavern was exquisitely decorated and high-end, they were skeptical.
Then they sneaked into the noble area of the tavern with their entourage. At first, they were afraid of being discovered. They could only go to the civilian district to spend, for fear of being laughed at. But when they opened their eyes, they found that the noble area was full of their acquaintances.
They continued to pretend not to know each other. The air was filled with an awkward atmosphere.
Until the end,
All kinds of wine were placed in front of their tables.
There was the Fire Dragon Wine that had a scorching impact when it entered the mouth. It was like a volcano erupting in the throat. There was also the Clear Pool Wine that had a refreshing and lingering charm … No matter how picky a person's taste was, they would be able to find their favorite in the Dark Night Tavern.
It was so good!
So,
They didn't know when it started, but the nobles who were ashamed to enter the outer city suddenly …
"Have you been to the Night Tavern? What? Never heard of it? "
Pairs of contemptuous eyes swept over, and the isolated noble was suddenly stunned.
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