Working Prophet.

Chapter 685 Harper's Carnival

Sharjah and others insisted on entering the town, but fortunately they finally accepted Asyria's suggestion and chose to leave after dark at night.

Each person wrapped a cloak, and Assy advanced to the city to choose a tavern, and the rest of them flew over from the air, avoiding the archers on the city wall and the guards patrolling the streets, and arrived at the Harpist's tavern smoothly. tavern.

Apart from the fine wine, the most famous thing here is the honey pork pie, which is praised by everyone who has eaten it, and the business of the tavern is also booming.

When Sharjah and others walked in, there were already more than 30 people sitting in the small tavern.

Some were playing cards, some were drinking, some were chatting and flirting with the waitresses.

But when this row of hunchbacks appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, but no one laughed.

Because anyone who is not blind can tell that the identities of this group of people are not simple. They are all armed with weapons, wearing leather armor, and their faces are not good, and there is a faint smell of blood on their bodies.

Especially their exaggerated raised backs, combined with some news they have heard recently, it is hard not to arouse people's daydreams.

Sharjah and the others still looked very relaxed. Because they came late, there were no empty tables in the tavern, so Balan walked straight to the group of mercenaries in front of him.

He didn't say anything, just stood in front of those people, staring at those mercenaries with contempt.

Among them, one of the younger swordsmen couldn't stand Balan's arrogance and rudeness, so he wanted to show some color to the guy opposite.

But before he drew his sword, the old captain held down his right hand. The latter forced a smile at Balan, "If you like this table, you can sit here. It happens that we are full too."

Balaam didn't respond.

The young swordsman got angry again, but their captain and other team members had already stood up, bowed their heads and walked out of the tavern without saying a word.

However, when they reached the door, they had to stop again, because the hunchbacks did not give way.

And what frightened the old captain even more was that one of them was wearing a cloak so casually that one could even see the faintly protruding feathers underneath.

Their luck would not be so bad today.

Aren't those winged Yi clansmen still besieging the capital, why did they appear in Hound Town?Is there anything worthy of their patronage here?

Many thoughts flashed through the mercenary captain's mind, and then he listened to one of them.

"We don't have any malicious intentions. We just want to come here for a meal. Don't be nervous, but..."

Yaxu changed the subject, "A few of my friends hate people walking around when they are eating, so I hope everyone can continue to sit in your seats and don't leave the tavern for the time being."

"This is too overbearing, and our position was just taken away by your people..."

Before the young swordsman finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old captain, who nodded and said, "Then do it this way."

There was a sneer in the tavern at this time, and a drunk man said, "Why are the Golden Oak Mercenary Group so cowardly, they don't even dare to fart when they are robbed of their seats."

Before the old captain said anything, the drunk man was covered by his deskmate, "Stop talking, old Buck."

Seeing that Golden Oak, who was the best at fighting, was subdued, the people at the two tables around him also stood up silently at this time, gave up their positions, and then went to the corner on the other side together.

Sharjah was very satisfied, walked to the table and sat down, and other Wing tribe fighters also took their seats, chatting and laughing after a while.

Yasu asked the boss to serve a few barrels of good wine, and ordered a dozen orders of the tavern's signature honey pork pie, as well as some side dishes.

When the wine and dishes were served, Sharjah and the others began to eat like no one else was around.

The tavern soon became lively again, but the people at other tables were silent, and some people glanced at the doors and windows from time to time, feeling extremely tormented.

Fortunately, Sharjah and the others finally had enough to eat. Just when everyone thought it was finally over, they heard Yasu talking to the tavern owner again.

"How many women do you have here?"

The boss hesitated for a moment, but still said bravely, "Our waitresses here don't provide that kind of..."

Yasu interrupted him directly and asked, "How many are there?"

The boss glanced at the female waitress who kept shrinking back, and said ruthlessly, "There are... two of them."

"Call your wife out too." Asu's tone was unquestionable.

"This... how can this work." The boss was shocked.

Yasu then looked at the members of the Golden Oak Mercenary Group, pointed to one of the female mercenaries, and said, "And you."

"Don't go too far." Golden Oak's captain said, this middle-aged man who had always been calm now also had anger in his eyes.

"I'm not discussing with you." Yasu said, "Hand over the people, you can still live, otherwise... everyone will die."

"Then we will fight with you." The young swordsman couldn't take it anymore and drew out his long sword.

However, all they got in exchange was a burst of laughter from the Wing Clan fighters.

Caleb asked Sharjah, "Shall I cut off his head? Teach those land creatures a lesson."

"Go." Sharjah pointed to the two waitresses, "You can choose one first."

"No, you should choose first." Caleb said respectfully.

"I like mature ones."

"Okay." Caleb just stood up.

But seeing the female mercenary come out from the crowd, she said to the young swordsman, "Charles, I'm glad you can stand up for me, but... that guy is right, we are not their opponents. "

She looked at the middle-aged man on the side again, "Captain, let me go."

The middle-aged man's expression was very embarrassing, he was silent for a while, and finally did not speak.

The female mercenary did not wait for his answer, and had already walked in front of Balan and the others.

The sixteen Wing Clan warriors stayed at the Harpist until almost dawn, and then they left contentedly and continued on their way to the west.

But the coachman who came to deliver wine to the tavern in the afternoon noticed something strange, asked someone to break open the door of the tavern, and saw the corpses all over the place.

Including the owner of the tavern and his wife, the two maids in the tavern, all members of the Golden Oak Mercenary Group, and a dozen other drinkers, all of them lost their lives.

The coachman was so frightened by the bloody scene in the tavern that he sat on the ground and couldn't help vomiting.

Sharjah and the others were already some distance away from Hound Town at this time, laughing and laughing all the way, still reminiscing about the wonderful night last night.

Balan grinned and said, "Sure enough, you were right to come out with Sharjah this time. That guy Solomon is too old-fashioned, and he won't even let us have any fun."

"That's right," another Wing Warrior said, "Those terrestrial species should be our slaves regardless of gender. Solomon is too polite to them, and he wants to win some of them to be allies, and even distribute them to us." They land, which is ridiculous."

"After killing the No. [-] warrior on the mainland, Sharjah, you should be the coach. At that time, other wing warriors will support you, because you have always been the strongest and most heroic among us. Solomon has no I can't compare with you.

"That's right, that's right. If Lord Zebulun didn't want to avoid suspicion, Solomon wouldn't have been the commander of the expeditionary force."

(End of this chapter)