The adventurer's house has become the headquarters of the federal garrison, but the Kraken Bar has become a luxurious salon run by some boy. Even the Mercenary Guild and the Adventurers' Guild sold their large office buildings to federal merchants, and withdrew most of their staff, keeping only three or five staff members and a small office.

The autonomous Black Man City is a "free" city, a paradise for adventurers and mercenaries. Although the city is degenerate, chaotic, and disorderly, as long as it has strength, it can also be mixed up here. Lawless war wild dogs and marginalized people breathe the air of freedom here, live here and die freely.

However, it is absolutely impossible for the Federation's Black Man City to become a lawless land. It is absolutely impossible for these powerful powers to allow themselves to directly govern the so-called "sin city" within their territory. Perhaps it is for this reason that the Adventurers' Guild and the Mercenary Guild finally gave up on what was once an "adventurer's paradise".

It was only at this time that the adventurers and mercenaries of Black Man City finally felt the feeling of the rolling wheels of history crushing over their bodies. Of course, people with strength, money and capital have all moved away, such as the elf couple; People with industries, connections, and prestige are not affected much, such as Mr. Baggins. But most people are not aware that times have changed, and can only wander around the city that is becoming more and more unrecognizable, like a group of kittens wandering around the corpse of a mother cat. They gathered together, drank strong wine, scolded the extra ruler on their heads, the Federation, and lamented the impermanence of the world. Fuddle. Tomorrow when I wake up is a new day, but it may also be a day of suffering.

Madame Duran's Bar in the east of Blackman. It's such a place for former adventurers and mercenaries to huddle together to keep warm.

"It's actually an ale mixed with water again, and it's a special ...... What the hell is this Mrs. Turan card? "Rough voice. Even the body is several times thicker than the ordinary, and at first glance it looks like a typical mercenary rough man slapping the table and shouting loudly. His voice was like thunder on the ground, and it would have frightened the quiet citizens in other places, but unfortunately, it did not attract anyone's attention here.

"Of course we did it ourselves. Don't you see the logo on it? The only bartender willing to pay attention to him stood behind the bar, squinting at the mercenary as he slowly wiped his glass. Looking at his demeanor and movements, he really looks like a professional bartender. It's a pity that, from the outside, he looks more like a mercenary than most of the people in this bar. Well, the bartender of the martial brother, this may be the characteristic of the entire Black Manga City, maybe it was developed from the famous Mr. Kraken who hung the flag of the donkey. If you are a philosopher, you will definitely like this feature. It's a pity that these rough men who lick blood at the knife edge all the year round really can't appreciate such characteristics.

"Business...... Trademark? Didn't you draw it yourself? The mercenary squinted at the sign on the bottle. After a long time, he hesitated to ask, "Are you ...... Painted a goblin? ”

The bartender groaned for a few seconds, then put down the glass he was wiping and slowly escaped from under the bar...... Stick. And then in half a second, the transition from static rotation was completed. Before the other party could react, the stick head had already smashed into the mercenary's cheek.

"yes, yes! That's what I painted! So what? My drawing was taught by my boss, who used to be a mercenary. So what? This is obviously the founder of our tavern, Madame Duran, can't you see it? There's no need for your eyes! He roared as he chattered. While jumping on the mercenary who was secretly attacked, he kept punching the soles of his feet.

A second ago. The bartender is still very quiet and calm...... Uh, muscular brother expensive. But even if it is a muscular brother, he puts on such a slow and calm appearance, and accidentally others think that this is another hermit-level big boss. However, he went on a rampage without warning, and then it became a tavern violence.

Of course, since Mr. Bartender is such a person, the style of Madame Duran's bar is naturally self-evident. It is a bar located in the back alley of the east of the city, which is said to be a hundred years old. Its original owner is said to have been a beautiful Dark Elf lady who gave herself the pseudonym "Lady Duran", hence the name. It is said that this bar was originally a black shop that did not sell alcohol, but sold human meat pies, and of course, it is also said that Madame Duran met a paladin who had traveled here, fell in love with him at first sight, and then changed her mind and followed him to the end of the world...... All in all, it's a bar with a lot of stories.

However, just because there's a story doesn't mean it's luxurious. The dilapidated houses and signs, the flickering lights, the water-soaked ale, the black bread and dried meat that could be used as weapons, the war dogs at the bottom, and the never-fading hormones and rude philosophical atmosphere that pervade them, are the colors that will never change at Madame Turan's Bar.

"Ah, every few days someone dies." A man dressed as an adventurer was drinking, but had no intention of going up to dissuade him.

"Now young people just don't know how to cherish blessings! Now, it's good to have wine to drink. Another person dressed as an older adventurer said. The wooden cup in his hand was supposed to be the same type of "Madame Duran" brand of watered ale, but he drank it all happily, and licked the corners of his mouth with a lingering feeling: "Man, you have to know, this is not the time it used to be. In the past, we had the final say for ourselves, but now, the federal government has the final say. The magicians are the big guys. They say that there is a shortage of food in the city, so there is a shortage of food. ”

Since there is a shortage of food, of course, there is no way to make wine. Anyway, several of the breweries that used to be famous in Black Man City have now completely stopped, and ordinary drinks such as high-quality and cheap ales and rum that ordinary mercenaries are familiar with are difficult to find on the counters of various bars. As for the more expensive imported wines...... The magicians have said that it is a time of war. The trade routes have been cut off, and there is no time to even import grain. Not to mention luxury.

The magicians are always right, because. Now it's up to them.

"Alas...... After the Federation came, Blackman City gradually became unrecognizable. There are taxes on wine, on tobacco, on skuma and moon candy, on prostitutes, and most importantly, on the spoils of our adventures! Now ruling the city, are the powerful spellcaster lords? I thought it was the profiteers of Neosfia who were desperate for money. ”

The lawless adventurers of the Black Manga are the best at dealing with dangerous ruins and monsters, but the least good at dealing with the high nobility and cumbersome laws and regulations. Alcohol is scarce. What makes it even more unbearable for them is that when these adventurers and mercenaries risk their lives to get enough spoils from expeditions and mercenary missions to live a drunken life for a long time, the tax collectors of the Federation will always show up at a very opportune time and take a large amount of their commissions. It is said that it is a "luxury excise tax" or something like that, which is stipulated by federal law.

It turns out that going to the Black Forest to go to the underground palace to touch the baby is also a "luxury consumption"? What a lesson to be learned. Although I always feel that something is wrong......

"The one with the big fist is the master. The Commonwealth's spellcasters are so powerful that they rule a country, and of course they can be powerful enough to bully us poor mercenaries who have no power or power. ”

"Powerful spellcaster master? These powerful spellcaster lords are being picked up and screamed by the group of skeletons and green-skinned barbarians above the Iron Rock Canyon. One of the mercenaries whistled and sneered twice in a malevolent tone: "If it were the Neosfia profiteers who wanted money to rule here, maybe there would be no war." People can just use gold coins to smash the plague king to death! ”

The joke wasn't strictly funny, but it still drew laughter from many of the bar's customers. For these adventurers in Black Manga City, the Federation of Saviors who fell from the sky was not a pleasing ruler. Just a few words a day immediately incompetent spellcaster lords. It's the greatest entertainment for these adventurers in Black Manga City.

Then, the conversation in the room gradually became lively.

"It's weird. Isn't there a war going on now? It stands to reason that this is not what we, the 'war dogs', would most expect this to be? The two noble lords fought. We found a random one to take refuge in. Help the lord to fight, if you win, you can plunder and make a fortune at will. Even if you lose...... Well, as long as you don't die, you can at least get a sum of money from your employer. If you are favored by the lord. Maybe you'll be hired as a retainer, and if you're lucky, you'll be knighted. This is how my grandfather's brother's brother-in-law's brother-in-law made his fortune, and now he is really a knight, married a rich widow, and lives the life of a good man in the city......"

"yes, there's a better example - Sword Tresnat is the target of mercenaries all over the world, right?"

"I thought the mercenaries would target Pahn, the Knight of the Dawn."

"That's an idol! Fool, you are a rookie who has just debuted, and you still smell of milk. The old fritter put on a senior attitude and said earnestly: "The so-called idol is that you worship him but don't want to be him, and the so-called goal is that you will speak ill of him but it is like becoming him." ”

"Oh, that's so profound!"

"We're free mercenaries and adventurers, and the water in this line is deep. Study hard, newcomer! ”

"But you still haven't answered my question."

"Tsk...... If I knew, would I still sit here and drink ale mixed with water? Belch...... The current newcomer is really not cute! You're deliberately finding fault, aren't you? You XX"

"It was meant to be! You old XX who relies on the old and sells the old! ”

"Do you want to fight? XXX！ ”

"It's you old XX who beat you!"

With a scene that has no literary brilliance but is destined to have a lot of special words torn apart by the harmonious mouth cannon, it is the beginning of another group fight. After all, mercenaries and adventurers are a profession with strong blood, and everyone still understands it very well.

"After all, it's a national war! This isn't the country brawl we've experienced before...... And, we all know that. Those heavenly spellcasters, hehe. But they're all arrogant and sensitive guys! Let's not talk about whether they can come up with the money, even if they can get it. Will they really trust us, the war dogs? An old swordsman shook his head and answered the young adventurer's question. Of course, the interrogator is now communicating enthusiastically with the "seniors", so naturally he can't hear it.

He looked at the increasingly chaotic environment in the bar, smiled, took a bottle of wine from the bar counter that was no longer guarded, unscrewed the cap and took two sips, slowly bypassing the brawl scene and sitting down at a table. said to the person opposite: "Those of us who are still in Heiman City, either we don't have the strength and no capital, or we can't see clearly and still have some undeserved ambitions, or we are old and have already regarded this broken city as our home, and we really don't want to leave." But why don't you go? Donte? With your strength, you will be someone else's guest wherever you go. I remember when Sister Asuna moved to Neosphia. But I've invited you several times. ”

The man on the other side was also silently drinking cheap ale, and when he heard the name "Asuna", his movements paused for a moment, and then he replied sullenly: "...... I am here. There are still some private matters that are not settled. ”

Mr. Donte's private affairs are not too much of a secret among these elderly veteran mercenaries. The old swordsman sighed heavily: "Although this is a bit of a betrayal of the old ...... But ah, Donte. If I let my future be bound by the past, when I am my age. You'll feel like your life is completely meaningless. ”

"Wait until you're your age, Mr. Hughes." A smile appeared on Donte's face: "At least I know. If these personal matters are not resolved, I will feel that my life is meaningless now. ”

"Hehe, just guarding this lonely city and feeling sorry for yourself and drinking stuffy wine, it is impossible to change the status quo. Or what, finally decided to laugh at the magicians of the Learned Alliance? With your strength, if you are willing to join the defenders of Black Man City, you can at least get the rank of lieutenant colonel or above, and command at least two or three thousand troops. ”

An unnatural look flashed across Donte's face. He had known the old swordsman for many years, and knew that the other man's character was like this. If other people dare to make such a joke that is not light or heavy, just taking a beating is considered light.

"Hypocritical Alliance spellcasters, don't want me to grovel to them!" Donte said indignantly. Speaking of this, he saw the somewhat strange smile on the old swordsman's face, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but show a wry smile: "Well, I admit it, not every spellcaster is as dirty as I imagined...... If it was under his command, it would not be an unbearable thing. However, that is the little son of the Firmament Master's family, the future ...... Well, now it's a big shot. You must be sitting in Elichar's spacious and comfortable office to control the battle situation remotely, right? How did they come to such a dangerous place? ”

"Your intelligence is too outdated." The old swordsman shook his head, "I came to you, but I actually heard a rumor......"

His voice was interrupted because at this time, someone else had walked into the bar.

Such a shabby little bar, although the place is not big, but in fact the flow of customers is very large. The entry and exit of guests is actually a very common thing. However, the moment the guest entered, the boiling muscles in the bar and the bloody philosophical atmosphere of the muscles colliding with each other could not help but stop, as if the flame of a candle was extinguished in the rising sun. And the muscular brothers who were fighting, drinking, and playing loudly paused for a moment, like a pack of hyenas that had just been successfully hunted, and before they could begin to feast, they found a majestic male lion standing in the grass next to them.

All in all, everyone has not seen each other's faces clearly, but they have already felt each other's aura.

Then, such an aura suddenly disappeared without a trace, making people feel as if they had encountered a hallucination.

Donte and the old swordsman Hughes glanced at each other, and each could see the wariness that rose in each other's eyes. Both of them are battle-hardened warriors, and of course they know very well that the breath just now is not an illusion, but just a greeting from the other party. For the truly powerful people, they don't need to use a loud roar to attract the attention of a group of people at all, they only need to rely on their own ability to retract freely, that kind of mysterious and mysterious...... Save zài sense, and you can do it.

"Everyone's here, that's great news!" Accompanied by the other party's young voice, a voice that was completely out of step with the atmosphere of the entire bar walked in with a big grin. The other party was dressed in a gorgeous robe in the color of a nebula, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and the rank of colonel embroidered on the neckline, and his inky pupils quickly scanned the entire bar, and then, with a smile that made most of the adventurers here ashamed of themselves. He walked over to the table where Donte and the old swordsman Hughes were, and sat down very unceremoniously.

"Everyone, please continue, casually, today, I'll pay for it!" After saying this, the young magician lowered his head and said to the two veteran mercenaries who were already stunned, "It's been a long time. Mr. Hughes, Mr. Donte...... By the way, what do you want to do with the kind of eyes that seem to see God? Don't tell me that it's been less than two years, and I have forgotten my face. (To be continued......)

PS: Okay, it's another big chapter, it's the sauce purple cute