"There is no doubt that we cannot tell the authorities the whole truth about our encounter with the Ratman, because by doing so, we will be implicated in the court officials who killed the Countess Emmanuel. Murder, no matter how deserved the victim is, is a capital crime. .

"But this also caused Falheim to fail to contact the top executives of Deutsche Börg in Shanghai, so he left and left here soon. I had to stay because of something, the main reason was of course that my handle was damaged Sacrificial knife. "

"Although the dwarf artisan I found can help me repair the sacrificial knife, and it can also help me put the sword handle of the" spirit "and the sword sheath of the magic sword belonging to the temple warrior I found under the dwarf city Recreate it with the hilt. Let these two swords no longer be easily noticed, or recognized by some people. "

"But I underestimated the difficulty of this matter, not only the problem of money and time, although these two problems are also very troublesome to me, but the most important thing is the problem of materials. In the end, I had to make a decision, Allow the dwarf craftsman to melt the magic sword belonging to the Templar, and use it to recreate two new sacrificial knives with the rest of my sacrificial knives. "" Of course, to rebuild two new sacrificial knives. The material of the entire sword was not available, so the remaining part and the fragments of the sacrificial knife were used by the dwarf craftsman as the material for the new sword handle. Finally, there were even some materials left, when the dwarf craftsman asked me if I would make a small knife Or when I was a small dagger, I suddenly remembered that the ammunition for my magic musket was long gone. Maybe I could use these remaining materials to make some bullets. "

"The dwarf craftsman seemed to be surprised by my thoughts, but after I took out the magic musket, the craftsman began to marvel at the way the musket was made. When he knew it was an artifact of a dwarf mage, First, I mocked a few words about the dwarf craftsmanship, especially disdain for its accuracy and part of the structure, and then began to say that it can help me modify this musket smoothly, so that its power, especially the accuracy is greatly improved . "

"Of course I will agree to this kind of good thing, but until now, I still suspect that the dwarf artisan seems to have some ability to see the amount of money I have, maybe a sensitive sense of a specific metal. And he is indeed It really squeezed out every penny I have. I rarely regret it, but I really regret not having borrowed more money before Falheim left Heidelberg. "" Unfortunately, we were fired, In this era of seeing money, we had to find another job. Fortunately, when we were drunk in a less hygienic district in the city, we stumbled upon a tavern, the owner of which was Grerogan as a mercenary Companion. Our job is to drive those unwelcome people out of the bar. Believe I told you that only when people have to be very unwelcome, there is a reason to be driven out of the blind pig tavern. "

"This job is very hard, full of violence, and there is no reward, but at least I think we are safe and can stay away from those rats. Of course, this is usually the case. However, I am wrong. Because at least one of them We have not forgotten us, we are planning to plot revenge. "

——From "Bai En Diary", Volume Five

Bai En dodges a punch from the drunk mercenary. The fist with the copper tiger's finger slammed from his ear and hit the door frame, sawdust splashing. Bai En poked forward with his knee and hit the mercenary's groin. The man groaned in pain and bent down. Bai En grabbed his neck and pulled him towards the louver door. The drunkard hardly resisted. He is busy spitting stale wine. Baien kicked the door open, then pulled the mercenary over, then kicked heavily on the **** of the mercenary, kicking him out. The mercenary rolled in the dust of the commercial street, clutching his groin tightly, tears flowing from his eyes, and his mouth opened with a sharp pain.

Bai En patted his hands up and down arrogantly and turned back to the bar. He realized very clearly that there was a pair of eyes watching him behind the light of each torch. At this time of the night, the commercial street is full of killers, prostitutes and mercenaries. It is obvious common sense to maintain his strong reputation. This will reduce his chance of being stabbed in the back while wandering the street at night. What a wonderful life, he thought. If someone told him a year ago that he was going to be a bodyguard in the humblest bar in Heidelberg, he would laugh at them and maybe give them a few whips. He would say that he is a mage, a scholar, or even a gentleman, not a brawler in a bar. Compared to this, he would rather return to the sewer duty, rather than do such a thing.

But things are changing, he tells himself and pushes him back to the crowded bar. Things of course are always changing.

The odor of stale sweat and cheap perfume came. He narrowed his eyes and watched his eyes gradually adapt to the dark, lit interior of the blind pig tavern. For a time, he realized that all eyes were on him. He frowned, glaring around in a way that he hoped was terrifying—Grerogan's unique way. The bar owner ‘big guy’ Heinz blinked from the back of the bar to Bane ’s way of dealing with the drunk, and then continued to pump the drink.

Brian likes Heinz. He is also very grateful to him. That big guy was Guerrerogan's former comrade in the mercenary era. In Heidelberg, he was the only one who offered them job opportunities after they were dismissed from the sewer duty in disgrace.

Bai En thought, this is a new trough. In this long and dirty history, he and Guerrero were the only warriors to be driven out of the sewer monitoring team. In fact, they were lucky enough to escape the infamous iron prison of the Countess Emmanuel. When the man refused to take their reports about the ratmen in the sewers seriously, Guerrerogan did not hesitate to call the captain on duty a corrupt and incompetent idiot. To make matters worse, when the angry captain ordered the two men to be beaten with a horsewhip, the dwarf punched his chin with a punch, and Bai En speculated that the captain might only be able to eat liquid food for the rest of his life.

But the dwarves did not give Bai En any other good options. In the subsequent fight, he still had some bruises that did not fade. Before being stunned by sticks, they had a fight with the entire outpost ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He remembers waking up in the dirty cell the next morning. Fortunately, Falheim arrived in time to rescue them and tried to cover up the death of the chief judge and their connection.

Falheim wanted to let the two of them leave the town after hearing everything that Brian had said, which was in line with Brian's idea, but Grerogan insisted that they stay. He will not be driven out of the city like an ordinary criminal, especially when a murloc wizard is still at large and is undoubtedly planning a terrible crime. Guerrerogan felt an opportunity to fight against the forces of darkness. He would not allow anyone to deprive him of the opportunity to die in the battle against the enemy under the glory of evil. Under the constraints of his ancient oath, Bai En must stay with the dwarf and record this glorious death for future generations.

Bane thought sourly, hoping this was a great death. He can now see Grey Logan, who is huddled in a corner with a group of dwarf warriors, waiting to start shifting. His huge hair crown floated in the crowd. His muscular body bowed on the table. The dwarves slammed beer from the beer mugs, roaring, pulling their beards hard, mumbling with their rough, hard tongues. Undoubtedly, they tirelessly recalled some past insults against their people, or were trying to complete a long list of resentments they had to retaliate against. Maybe they just remembered the good old days, when a large pot of beer only needed a copper plate, and humans should show due respect to the older race.

Bai En shook his head. Regardless of the content of the conversation, Guerrerogan listened attentively. He didn't even notice the fight just now. This is very unusual in itself, because the dwarves live to fight, just as other people live to eat and sleep.