"Huh?" Ron turned his head to look, and saw a bald man standing in front of the table. He was wearing tattered clothes with a few conspicuous patches on it, and a big smooth bald head with sparse He held a worn-out felt hat in his hand, stretched it out to Ron with a smile, and shook it slightly. The felt hat hadn't been washed for a long time, and it was covered with oil stains.
A pungent smell of wine floated into Ron's nostrils, making him frown. The old man's face was flushed from the wine, and he was shaking when he walked. It seemed that he had drunk too much.
Seeing that Ron didn't respond, the old man shook the hat in his hand again, "Brother, give me some money, the gods will bless you..."
Looking at this gesture, Ron understood that the old man was a beggar. Ron often saw this gesture on his grandfather, and a familiar feeling of familiarity suddenly surged in his heart.
Without further ado, he immediately took out twenty gold coins from his body, put them all on the old man's old felt hat, and said, "Here you are!"
"call!"
The mercenaries around who saw this scene all took a breath. They have seen generous ones, but they have never seen such generous ones. Who is that old man? Just a beggar, this guy actually gave him twenty gold coins all at once, what is the concept of twenty gold coins? That is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year.
At this time, the mercenaries all looked sideways at Ron, looking him up and down. Some mercenaries with unscrupulous intentions were already secretly speculating on his strength, and were about to attack him.
The old man was also obviously stunned for a moment, quickly took back his felt hat, and put the twenty gold coins in his pocket, as if he was afraid that Ron would snatch the money back, he thanked him with a smile, turned and left.
"Oh, what a pity! What a pity!" A mercenary next to him shook his head and said, raising his voice deliberately so that Ron could hear him.
Sure enough, Ron turned his head and asked, "Brother, what a pity!"
There was an inscrutable smile on that mercenary's face, "Hehe, little brother, I mean your money is a pity, do you think that guy is a beggar? Hehe, it's not bad to say he is a beggar, but he All the money from begging was used to buy wine, he is a complete alcoholic! Your twenty gold coins are guaranteed to be spent all at once, so it is a pity for the little brother's money!"
After speaking, he shook his head, with an expression of losing money.
Ron was at a loss for words for a moment, "Uh, so that's the case!"
The old man quickly ran to the counter, threw the twenty gold coins on the counter, and shouted, "I bought all the wine, I want the best red rose wine here..."
If twenty gold coins are all bought for low-quality rice wine, you can still buy a lot. It will be no problem to drink it for ten days and half a month, but if you buy red rose wine, it will only be about one or two catties. It can be seen that this old man is a People who seek enjoyment, of course this refers to wine.
"What a drunk guy! I don't know what kind of shit luck!" The surrounding mercenaries began to discuss.
The old man bought wine and asked the waiter to put the wine in an ordinary bottle he brought. He didn't find a table to sit down, but went directly to a corner of the tavern, lay down on the ground, opened the lid, and drank happily. When the wine came, he exchanged all his money for wine, and he didn't even have the money to buy the wine and food.
Ron noticed that beside the old man, there was still a tattered bundle. Next to the bundle, there was a rusty iron sword. It was the kind that no one picked up even if it was thrown on the street. .
"By the way, this old man is a bit strange. He is a mercenary. No one has seen him do any tasks. He is begging around with an old felt hat every day!"
"That guy even sells wine with the mercenary medal. If the waiters here are not familiar with him and know that he used to be a mercenary, they will definitely charge him double the price!"
The voices of the mercenaries discussing entered Ron's ears.
"I actually gave the money to an alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol!" Ron was a little helpless, he had never seen a beggar spend money like this, twenty gold coins disappeared in a blink of an eye, and they were all replaced by wine. In the case of Grandpa Li, if he received a big reward from a benefactor, he must have kept the money close to his body and only used it when needed.
"No!" Homelin looked at the figure of the old man, frowned, showing a thoughtful expression, "I don't know why, but I always feel that this guy gives me a dangerous feeling!"
"Dangerous feeling, why is that?" Ron was a little surprised. In his eyes, Homelin was an omnipotent strongman. This was the first time Ron heard Homelin speak to him in such a solemn tone.
"I can't tell you the details. He seems to have used some method to hide his strength!" Homelin took a deep breath, "I hope I guessed wrong!"
The waiter had already brought up the hot food, and while Ron was eating, he chatted with Homelin casually, and glanced at the old drunkard from time to time.
Hearing what Homelin said, Ron paid attention to him, but he couldn't see anything strange about the old man. He was a very ordinary alcoholic, no different from the alcoholics he had seen.
I saw that he was holding an old wine bottle in his hand, which was covered with stains and dust. The wine bottle contained precious red rose wine. In an exquisite glass bottle, put it on a spotless and generous table in the banquet. There should be several goblets on the table. The beautiful maid pours the red rose wine, which is as bright as blood, into the bright goblets and serves For every guest participating in the banquet, the guests gently shake the goblet, smell the fragrance of red roses with their noses, and taste with the tip of their tongues.
But now it seems that such a precious wine in the hands of that drunk old man is simply a waste, such a precious wine, ordinary nobles are not willing to drink it, not to mention the mercenaries who have been wandering for a long time, the behavior of the old man has attracted many people. The mercenary looked sideways.
At this moment, the door opened with a bang, and immediately after that, a large group of people rushed in.
These people were wearing white battle robes, and their armor was also white. The bright red cross was pinned on their chests, which looked very conspicuous. It turned out that the Holy Crusaders of the Holy See had arrived.
who? Who is it? How dare you go to the mercenary station to cause trouble? Those mercenaries stood up and looked at each other. You must know that although the mercenary station is small, it represents the mercenary union behind it, and the mercenary union represents the interests of the majority of mercenaries. Who would do such a stupid thing.
As soon as the well-trained holy crusaders entered the tavern, they immediately took small steps to occupy various advantageous positions, and controlled all the corners and commanding heights for a while. Each of them held a sword in their hand, with a stern expression With a murderous look, if someone dared to act rashly, no one would doubt whether their sword would come down.
Some mercenaries wanted to resist. After all, each of them had strong strength and was used to the life of licking blood with knives, but when they saw the regular army, they immediately hesitated.
"Pa-ta-pa-ta-"
Squads of Holy Crusaders continued to march in, and after a while, the entire mercenary station was densely surrounded, as airtight as an iron barrel.
"What's going on? Who are they? They are so brave, they dared to surround the mercenary station. Aren't they afraid of the mercenary union?" a mercenary said softly.
"Look at their attire, they seem to be the Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire!" said a mercenary who was blind in one eye.
"Damn it, aren't we in the Kingdom of Barbarin? How could we see the Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire?" another mercenary said.
"Ho-ho-"
At this time, the roar from the sky attracted the attention of the mercenaries, and the pupils of those mercenaries shrank, "Griffin!"
A large number of griffins are circling and flying in the sky. These mercenaries know that it is needless to say that only the Royal Griffin Knights of the Holy Roman Empire can have such a powerful griffin army. They are also well-known in the entire continent. , to eliminate the thoughts of those division-level powerhouses escaping in the air.
Those mercenaries couldn't help thinking, "Could it be that the Kingdom of Barbarin is at war with the Holy Roman Empire?"
Ron's heart tightened suddenly. Seeing those familiar attires, he would be a fool if he didn't understand what was going on. These people must be targeting him. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley. The opponent was a whole legion. There are also countless griffins in the sky. If you want to rush out of such an encirclement, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Ron was nervous, and his palms were sweating. He held the azure-level undead bone staff in his hand, which made him feel more at ease. "Grandpa Homelin, what should we do now?"
Huo Meilin's face showed an unprecedented solemnity, "I'm afraid the situation is not good, the master is here!"
At this time, another group of holy crusaders poured in outside the door. After these holy crusaders entered the tavern of the mercenary station, they automatically divided into two rows, and the swords in their hands were raised to the position of the chest. Symbolizes bravery and loyalty.
Outside the gate, a figure suddenly appeared. He was wearing a white half body armor, showing his powerful muscles, and a red cloak, which was blown up by the strong air current. His expression was stern, full of the determination of a soldier the taste of.
As soon as this person walked into the tavern lobby of the mercenary station, the powerful coercion was released instantly, shocking the audience, and everyone took a step back in unison.
A look of horror flashed in the eyes of these usually rebellious mercenaries. Facing the man in front of them, they suddenly lost the courage to fight against him. Shaking slightly.
The Lord of the Holy See's Hall of Piety, Wharton, the commander of the Holy Crusade, all of the above are false names, but he has another identity, and this identity is the key to shocking everyone, and that is—the strong man in the sanctuary!