With the help of these monks, the dungeon was cleared out, mania patients were successively captured and purified, and even the ghouls in the sewers were quickly suppressed. The city quickly returned to peace. Afra did not deal with them; for wizards, it is better not to see monks. Although the two sides are not enemies, they do not interfere with each other. Fewer conflicts are better for everyone.
Afra also recognized the man in the black robe; it was Barny, whom Afra had instructed James to bury in the ground. Now, he was green all over, his muscles hard as wood, and his vitality extremely strong. He would not die as long as his body was not destroyed by more than half. At first, he wanted to hide from Afra, but later he was caught by Afra and finally confessed everything. He originally wanted to turn the entire White Tooth Mountain into a place suitable for his daughter to live. However, the Flying Battle opened a new world for the monsters of White Tooth Mountain. To become their king, one must undergo the baptism of flight to ensure there are no such weaknesses. Therefore, before becoming king, Barny retreated and silently left White Tooth Mountain, came to this city, found a place to live, and silently protected his daughter. Then, he met James, helped them through this difficult situation, and James also promised his daughter a knighthood, making his daughter an honorary noble.
As time passed, Afra finally decided to leave. Hating farewells, she left a letter on the desk and left Wind Castle in the name of shopping. Afra, dressed in a black robe and black cloak, was not conspicuous in the market. In fact, many merchants and travelers like this dress, especially the cloak, which is particularly popular among them. Cloaks can not only protect against the sun, sand, and wind but also be used to conceal identity. Therefore, those without money will look for a gray hemp cloak, while those with money will look for a waterproof black cloak.
Afra had 280 silver coins on her and was not worried about food and drink in the short term. As a tavern located by the dock, "Dragon's Tavern" was very lively. People came and went every day, and it was naturally a mixed bag. With a bang, a thin man was smashed on the table. The wine glass shattered, the plates flew around, and the thin man's face twisted as he rolled to the ground. "You son of a bitch, you're trying to get me." As he spoke, a strong man grabbed the thin man's hand, spread it on the table, grabbed the dagger, and chopped it down. Screams rang out, and the thin man was thrown out of the door.
In the face of the chaos in front of her, Afra ignored it and just flicked off a drop of blood to prevent it from contaminating the wine in the cup. She had seen more chaotic scenes. Long-term imprisonment made the players unable to vent their anger. They couldn't die in the game, so it naturally became their venting place. PK fighting was a common occurrence, and it was not surprising to have ten fights a day. As a gathering place for players, the tavern had the highest proportion of such incidents. Even Afra felt that the tavern was a bit desolate.
The thin man was stripped and thrown out of the door, and the strong man sat opposite Afra, slapping a silver coin on the table. The several money bags in the thin man's arms were all in his hands, so he was very generous at the moment. After the tavern waiter received the silver coin, he naturally wouldn't say anything. In fact, in this way, they still made a profit. The tavern owner would rather have more fights every day. With a wave of his arm, he swept the debris and fingers off the table, and a roasted pig leg was served. The strong man cut off a piece of meat with the short sword that was still stained with human blood and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it fragrant. He is a mercenary, used to seeing blood, let alone eating human blood, even human meat has been eaten. Different from adventurers, the opponents of mercenaries are not monsters but humans. Adventurers never participate in human wars, but mercenaries, especially those big mercenary bosses, eat war meals. As a result, they have developed a brutal character of mercenaries.
The thin man just now is not a good person either. He is a habitual thief in this area, but this time he touched the wrong person. The seemingly rough strong man mercenary has a very delicate mind and noticed him at the first time. It's not good to kill people in the city, so he had to chop off his fingers. The mercenary looked up and looked curiously at the black cloak opposite him. This dress is very common, but the sharp white under the hood is not common. The hand holding the wine glass is slender and slender, the nails are neatly and cleanly trimmed, and with a slender figure. This must be a woman, and it is a beautiful woman. Even if it's not, a boy can do.
The strong man mercenary was tempted and thought about doing it, grinning and saying, "How much for the girl?" Afra looked up, and the mercenary's heart skipped a beat, it's so damn beautiful. The two eyes looked at each other, and the mercenary who was used to seeing blood turned pale. He sat down, panting. In that moment, countless people came at him with swords, pressed him to the ground, cut his skin, and devoured his blood. He knew some of them,