Just as the Landesa was full of tension and secretly prayed to the ancestors that there was no accident, Yuxiong had walked into a pub.

The style of the Samat Manor is very different from that of Keene City. The Keen collar is a town dominated by agriculture and supplemented by business. Most of the residents in the city are rich peasants or small businessmen, or those who are retired. The whole city has a feeling of calm and warmth - probably because the couple who ruled here for twenty years are gentle and soft, and like quiet and peaceful life. The residents of the Samat Manor are dominated by adventurers, businessmen and active servicemen. These people are more ambitious, energetic and energetic, and more ferocious and rude.

For example, in the pub, the pub in Keene City only started to pick up in the evening. The main selling is the milder wine such as rice wine and fruit wine. The side dish is usually mellow and broth, and it is easy to digest. The price is also cheaper type. Even after the lunch at the Samat Manor, the guests have already had a little while, and the menus hanging at the bar are such as "dwarf drunk", "Warcraft blood", "iron in the burning" and so on. A small amount of medicine is added to enhance the intensity of the super spirits. The dish is mainly based on rough and large barbeque, and the price is naturally higher.

This means that the residents of the Samat estate are more enthusiastic than the residents of Keen City to seek excitement, and they also prove that they have more powerful strengths - those with drugs are not ordinary people can drink, a cup of ordinary civilians Going down, you can lie on the bed for four or five days, but if you want to go to the temple to go to the first aid, it is not surprising to even send the life.

And... this also means that local residents are richer than the people in Keene City.

"Strong, rich, and keen to seek excitement..." Xiong Xiong sat in a corner of the pub near the gate and meditated silently.

He wants to help Keane solve the problem, but he doesn't want to attract attention. This limits the means and strength he can use, but gives him another kind of fun.

Just like playing games, some people like to use the modifier directly, simple and rude without brainstorming; some people like to step by step and slowly shoot down according to the normal process; others like to add some restrictions to themselves, artificially improve the difficulty to pursue more High interest - Yuxiong belonged to the second year, but now he wants to try a third game.

Anyway, the worst situation is nothing more than tearing off the disguise, showing the identity of the gods, and clearing the field with violence. As for the explanation afterwards - Nima! Xiongge has done so many things in the past three years, is this still worse?

What's more, for the gods, it is perfectly reasonable to take the sleeves out and swear to defend their own believers. It is more in line with the things he has done in the past!

Of course, less than a last resort, Yu Xiong still wants to solve the problem through normal means, after all, at least it is more interesting.

Just like now, he clearly can take out better drinks, more mouth-watering dishes, but he wants ordinary spirits and barbecues, like an ordinary traveler, eating without hesitation.

But that's it, he has also caught the attention of others.

"Look at the black-haired boy." Near the bar, one side of the head was shaved, leaving only a tall man in the middle like a mane pointing to the direction of the man, saying to his companions, "It seems A little weird."

"At least 30 to 30 percent of the people in this Samat estate are weird." His companion, a short man who wore a heavy armor even when he was eating, said indifferently, "Is that guy a good guy or a personal class? It’s eccentric, it’s better than an orc or a lizard.”

"But you see, he looks so weak, but he travels alone, don't you feel very strange?"

"Don't think." Another companion who is drinking is simply answering.

"What's so strange?" A sleazy martial artist wearing a plain cloth and a vegetable in front of the water is faintly said, "The lonely traveler abounds, even though this person has no dust and neat clothes, but he Maybe a mage. There is a simple spell that can do this easily."

"But his mental state is also very good." The thin man refused to give up and whispered, "A mage who travels alone should always be a little tired. But you see him, just like starting from home, At ease; leisurely."

He said this, the companions couldn't help but look at the male, and then they frowned.

"It's not really right..." The concise companion whispered, his brows locked.

"Even if he came from the nearest city of Keene, at least two or three days of trek. Even if we are professional adventurers, after such a trek, it is impossible to have no fatigue." Said, "Unless he is a resident of the city. But I am sure I have never seen him here."

"Well, there are not many black-haired and dark-eyed people in the Samat Manor. There are not so many looks, and we can't have seen these two characteristics." The short man muttered, but took it again. I got a glass of wine. "But what does it have to do with us? No matter who he is, it doesn't matter to us."

"That's not necessarily! Maybe he is a spy spy like..." said the thin man.

But before he finished, he was interrupted by a short smile: "Don't tease! Have you seen such a striking spy? If you say it, do you believe it yourself?"

The thin man thought about it and laughed.

As the short man said, the spy's job is to be as unobtrusive as possible. The appearance is innate and unimaginable, but at least the style of dressing and doing things should be as common as possible.

The kind of fresh clothes, anger, and beauty, the high-profile spies of no friends, only exist in the story of the bard, can not be found in reality.

So even though he is suspicious, at least four or five adventurers are talking about him, but no one has rushed out to test it.

People have weird, there must be weird, this weird person has more weird abilities, adventurers are for money, not worth a little curiosity, to provoke such a potentially dangerous person.

But adventurers don't do this, but they don't mean people who don't. After about ten minutes, a short man wearing a sable-skinned man walked in with two squat-shaped big men and walked straight to the bar, then gave each of the two big men a bottle of expensive wine. After a few words, I sneaked back to the corner of the pub.

The two great men are obviously not very intelligent and their character is extremely rude. After they finished drinking the wine, they took a bit of drunkenness and walked to the front of the male, and dragged two stools from the side, one left and one right, and sat down with a big knife, and surrounded him. in the middle.

Xiongxiong smiled a little and was not angry or surprised, still drinking and eating meat calmly.

"Hey! Black hair!" said a big man, "How about changing your seat?"

Yan Xiong looked up at him and smiled and said, "You are drunk."

"Nonsense, I am not drunk!"

"You are really drunk."

The big Hanton was angry and picked up the big fist in the sea bowl. It was a punch on the head.

"Drunk your mother!"

After a while, the two big men walked away, and the adventurers looked at me. I looked at you and my eyes were full of wonders.

The male with a bruised face was lying in the corner, like a pile of non-recyclable garbage. If his chest is still in normal ups and downs, I am afraid that everyone will even suspect that he has been killed alive.

"How is this going?"

"It's not right! It's not right!"

"No, no!"

The adventurers whispered and even couldn't believe their eyes.

"How is it possible? How could the guy be so weak!" The thin man who spoke before shook his head, incredulously said, "That's just two rough things that I don't understand. I can beat them ten by myself!" He is so mysterious, at least not weaker than me!"

"According to it, it is better than you."

"Crap! I can't put out that kind of posture... But why is he screaming like this?"

"I don't know." The short man concentrated on fighting a large piece of pork that was not very familiar, and only took time out of his busy schedule to say a nonsense.

At this time, the monk had stood up and walked straight to the fallen man.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Let's go and see." Wu Haotou said back. "Don't look at it, don't figure it out, I don't think it's easy."

Under the watchful eye of almost all the adventurers, he came to the front of the male, and reached out to pull the male.

But in the process of his pulling, the original black-and-black eyes of the male and female characters changed into a short man wearing gray leather armor, which was the one who came in with the two big-shaped big men.

The monks were there and the adventurers were stunned.

For a moment, the entire pub was silent.

After a while, many people turned quickly and looked at the place where the gray man was originally sitting.

Yan Xiong smiled and stood up, the dishes on the table had already been eaten.

"Checkout." He said to the waiter standing next to the bar. "By the way, give everyone here a glass of wine. Just the kind of drunkard that I just drank."

As he said his finger, a gold coin flew over half a pub in an arc, and fell on the bar, smashing it into a small pile of gold coins, and saying that there were also twenty or thirty.

The adventurers stunned again. This time, the monk first reacted and reached out to open the small purse used to put money in the waist of the gray-haired man who was unconscious.

Although there is no reason, the intuition tells him that you should take a look at the situation in this package.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, the bags were scattered, all silver and copper, and one gold coin could not be seen.