Night Raven Master

Chapter 244 The Old Hunter and the Tavern
Outside the tavern, an old hunter walked into the tavern while exhaling.

Stone-timbered, Romanesque-style, vaulted building, renovated with bright colors, triangular gables and high roofs, protruding eaves, and some metal Axle-shaped bucket arch.

The style of the Arabella Empire had a great influence on the seaport city of Congobert.

It has a greater influence than the Bassatona Empire.

The tavern has four floors, the upper three floors are rooms for accommodation, the first floor is the normal tavern layout, and food will also be provided for the drinkers.

When the old hunter walked into the tavern, the tavern was already full.

This tavern is not remote, and because of its proximity to the mercenary guild, many mercenaries often come here to drink.

The old hunter squinted his eyes, looked left and right, and finally found his acquaintance in the corner, a one-armed old man about his age.

Thin figure, vicissitudes of face, and wrinkles mixed with scars make him look even older, but those scars are also his honor, making him look calm and majestic.

He carried a huge sword on his back, and his shoulder-length broken right arm was covered by a fur cloak from an unknown monster. The only left arm skillfully used a fork to pick up the food on the plate. , into the mouth.

If you observe carefully, you can observe that the food he picks up with a fork is always kept level, and the left and right sides are always balanced.

The other seats in the tavern were already full, but only the seats next to and opposite to the one-armed old man were empty.

Before the old hunter, a few young mercenaries who had just walked into the tavern were about to walk over when they saw an empty seat, but they were stopped by their companions.

The old hunter's eyes lit up, and he walked over directly.

"Gaunt!"

Hearing the sound, the one-armed old man looked up, then continued to eat the food on the plate, completely ignoring his intentions.

The old hunter was not annoyed, and sat directly on the empty seat opposite him, with a smile on his face:
"Gantt, do you have time?"

"." Although the one-armed old man did not drive away the old hunter, he also ignored his intentions.

Seeing that he still ignored him, the old hunter pouted and said to himself:

"I heard that someone met a sea elf at sea."

Hearing this sentence, the one-armed old man Gaunt paused, but he didn't intend to make a sound.

The old hunter who had been staring at him noticed this movement and couldn't help smiling, but in order to avoid accidents, the old hunter restrained his smile.

He turned his head to look, and then shouted to the maid who was walking through the tavern with the tray:

"Elena! Elena!"

Hearing the shout, the maid turned her head and glanced away. After realizing that it was the old hunter, she sighed and walked over.

"Guest, what do you want—"

The voice of the tavern maid was full of undisguised disgust.

"I said Ellena." The old hunter was about to say something when he was interrupted by the maid.

"I've said it many times, Stroud! My name is Elmina! Not Ellena!"

The maid crossed her arms with a displeased face, and the shaking tray reminded the old hunter of the last time he was hit on the head severely.

"I'm too old to remember, I can't remember." The old hunter named Stroud laughed twice, "Give me a piece of roast beef, yes, I want beef mince."

"Is it broken?" Elmina looked disgusted, but she still wrote down the request, but she didn't leave just then, "Pay the bill first, otherwise don't think about it."

This old man is really stingy, I have never seen him give a tip once, and he also used various methods to give a few copper coins less at the checkout.

Because the amount is too small, there is no way to file a case. After a while, the old man will come here again, and use the same method to give less food money.

This had happened no less than twenty times since she had taken the job as a tavern maid.

She has remembered this mean cock thoroughly.

Most importantly, the old man always mispronounced her name.

Alina?Is it the Liuying Street from Liuying Street?
But for some reason, what her mother said flashed through her mind. The great-grandmother she had never seen before, who had passed away for decades, seemed to be called this name.

If my great-grandmother was still alive, she would be over 100 years old by now.

It's a pity that her family has never had a professional, not a single one.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have money, I have money!"

The old hunter named Stroud took out a small bag from his flimsy fur coat, took out a piece of cow mined money from it, then grinned, and put the money in Elmina's hand .

"."

Seeing the smile on his face, for some reason, Elmina felt an urge to beat him up.

After receiving the money, Elmina turned and left, carrying the tray to the bar.

Watching her leave, the stingy old hunter showed a look of nostalgia, and then he looked at the one-armed old man, who was looking at his fingers, two old iron rings.

The old hunter clasped his hands together naturally, covering the two rings:
"Time flies, doesn't it? Gaunt, since coming to the Kingdom of Allen, three harsh winters have passed. Except for you and me, there are not many people left in the original mercenary group."

The one-armed old man nodded lightly:
"Ah."

Then he glanced at the maid Elmina who was walking around the tables with trays, and recalled:
"Also a tavern maid."

"Right right!"

The old hunter laughed, then took the wine in front of the one-armed old man and took a sip:
"She worked as a maid at Laufer's tavern, and her daughter worked as a maid at Laufer's tavern, and her granddaughter worked as a maid at Laufer's son's tavern, now."

The one-armed old man looked at the middle-aged man standing inside the bar, who was Laufer's grandson.

Seeing the appearance of the old hunter, he was silent for a while, not going to talk about it anymore, and then hesitatingly said:
"Could it be her that you just said?"

"I don't know." The old hunter smiled.

Gaunt, the one-eyed old man, frowned.

"This is the news our team leader told me. I have never seen that sea elf. Who knows if she is what you have been looking for?"

The one-eyed old man asked with some doubts:
"Captain? You joined the mercenary group?"

He and Stroud used to belong to the same mercenary group, and Stroud was the one who was most loyal to the group leader.

During a commission about the Apocalypse-level monster, the leader and some members were killed.

Afterwards, Stroud worked hard to earn money and wanted to retain the members of the team, but no one stayed in the destroyed mercenary group, even if it was himself, he accompanied the stubborn Stroud for two years. After accepting the commission for several years, the human mercenary group still chose to leave.

Finally, I heard that Stroud maintained that mercenary group for decades, and finally the mercenary guild canceled the name system of the mercenary group due to insufficient numbers.

Since then, the opponent has been a lone mercenary.

This stubborn old guy actually joins the new mercenary group?

Gaunt was very surprised, and then he asked, "Why would you?"

"A newly established mercenary group, the leader is a little girl, but the strength is quite strong."

The old hunter did not directly answer why he joined the mercenary group, but said with a smile:

"Do you want to join?"

Not only joined, but also win over yourself?
Gunter was even more surprised. Did this old guy take the wrong medicine?

"What's your captain's name?"

"Mary," replied the old hunter, "although she is not very famous in Congobert, she will be famous soon."

When he said this name, on a table next to them, a young man in a tuxedo with a temperament similar to a bard paused and turned to look at the two of them.

"Mary? Is she here already?"

And his actions made another bard sitting opposite him a little puzzled:
"What's the matter, Mr. Kleist?"

Hearing his words, Kleist, or Art, turned his head and said with a smile:

"It's okay, because I heard a familiar name, so."

"Familiar name?" The bard also looked at the two old men, recalling the name he heard just now, "Marjo?"

"It's Mary."

Art, who used the name of a certain violinist in his previous life as a vest, with an expression of admiration on his face, deliberately raised his voice:
"Miss Mary is a powerful apocalypse!"

"Apocalypse? Is there any deed?" The bard was a little interested, and then took out a small notebook from his coat.

The deeds of various characters are the source of inspiration for bards to create stories.

There must be some legendary story about someone who can be admired by Mr. Kleist so much, right?
"Come on, let me tell you."

Under the gazes of other drinkers who also showed curiosity, Phantom Art narrated Mary's deeds in an exaggerated form.

The one-armed old man and the old hunter also noticed their conversation. Hearing the words of praise, the old hunter also smiled, and the one-armed old man listened quietly.

However, he was also paying attention to the man named Kleist. With a warrior's intuition, he felt that there was something strange about this bard who told the story.

Yate didn't pay attention to the things of these idlers. Although his current attributes are only at the first level of Tianqi, and the level is also the same, but
In terms of actual combat power, as long as he is not a powerhouse above the third level of Tianqi, it is impossible to cause even the slightest trouble to him.

These two old men at the first level of Tianqi are completely idlers.

Under his order, the shadow crows also took action.

According to the information he detected, Mary was very likely to be the Child of Sorrow, or at least the Child of the Pseudo-Times.

And most importantly, after a lot of intelligence analysis and screening, Mary seems to have obtained something related to the Soul Research Tower, which is likely to be one of the keys to the side tower.

Art is very interested in the Soul Research Tower. Even if he can't get that thing, he still needs to get some clues from Mary.

As for the way
There are many.

However, if it is not necessary, Yate does not intend to be his enemy at present, not because of friendship or the like, the two have only met twice, whether they are friends or not is another matter.

The main reason is that it is not cost-effective in terms of benefits.

And Yate always felt that the other party had some powerful means.

(End of this chapter)