When night falls, and the locals drag their tired bodies out of the tavern, the adventurers and mercenaries who have been drinking and messing around all day are still spreading their seemingly endless energy.

Laughing at those who had fallen asleep early, and singing out-of-tune ballads with their shoulders on their shoulders and toasts, these poor creatures who were able to reassure themselves in this way sometimes slapped the table and shouted, drawing a loud scolding from the tavernkeeper.

But no one cares about these things, because they are used to it.

Grush's face was flushed with drink, but the people around him were already starring, leaning crookedly on top of the others, and if they didn't pay attention, they would both slip and fall to the ground.

You may be awakened by the smell of other people's feet, but you are more likely to lie on the ground, holding someone else's or your own shoes and snoring like thunder.

They are playing around wantonly, talking about what they have seen and heard in other territories and countries, and as for whether what they say is true, this needs to be considered and verified, but in Grush's ears, most of them are just boasting.

He had spent the whole day soaking here, laughing with the adventurers and mercenaries, wrestling his wrists with some unsane fellow, and after winning the money, he ordered a glass of "unmixed ale" for the others present.

The true and false, false and real information passed through his brain, and those who knew that it was false as soon as he heard it were abandoned by him, and those information with a certain value would be left by him, as for how to judge these news...... Oh, it depends on your intuition!

Even after drinking from the afternoon to the present, Grush's mind was still clear, and the adventurers and mercenaries sitting beside him had changed again and again, and those who had fallen to the ground had come to their senses, and the headache of the hangover could not stop them from continuing to eat and drink, and those who had been sober had fallen to the ground drunk.

Listening to their amazing stories, Grush leaned back and laughed, and went to the toilet several times on the way—right there in the stable.

There are no unseemly voices here, the people here are poor creatures, who have lost their blood and dreams, even if they cry when they are drunk, they will suddenly recall the past and cry, and the others will only laugh at each other whether it is sarcastic or self-deprecating, and after a while, the crying person will calm down and continue drinking with the others until the alcohol numbs the brain and gets drunk.

This method of inquiring about information was told to him by an old Paladin veteran whom Grush had once met, and it was difficult for others to use it, unless they had a strong amount of alcohol, and if they didn't get information, they might be divulging a lot of secrets themselves.

Not only did the God of Justice do this before, but he is still using this method to inquire about the news, so he has always been portrayed as a raunchy middle-aged and down-and-out man.

Entering this kind of place as a paladin and facing adventurers and mercenaries, let alone asking for information, it may be difficult to even observe.

Adventurers and mercenaries don't make much money, and sometimes they will also take care of 'bandits', in fact, the same is true for merchants, but after the recent rectification by the Church of Fortune, the overall quality of merchants has taken on a new look, and it is no longer as terrible as before.

Innocent adventurers and mercenaries are probably only novices who have just stepped out of the house, but how much information can those newcomers inquire about?

The world is never black and white, Grush has the heart to change the world, the God of Justice also wants to change the world, and the God of Light has always aimed to make the whole world better and better, but ...... None of them succeeded.

Even if he forced a smile, Grush had to continue to do it, because he had just been lost, and it would be really difficult to find a clue again.

The devil who doesn't know if he exists has already sensed his presence, and they will definitely take precautions in the future, and his tracking will not be as easy as before.

So, he chose this approach......

"It's not that I'm bragging to you, that's what it is!"

An angry scream came from a corner of the tavern, and Grush, with a smile on his lips, patted the shoulders of those around him, and turned to look at him playfully.

The owner of the voice was a gray-haired dwarf, and he stood on a barrel stool, and only the others stood up as tall as the others, and he did not know whether he had 'dwarfism' or a dwarf.

"Who in the Kingdom of Kurt doesn't know the name of my 'old horse' Sogeth?I dare say that no one knows this kingdom better than I am!"

The gray-haired dwarf slapped his chest hard and spat at the mercenary sitting across from him, "I can guarantee that the death of those nobles in the kingdom now is related to the devil, their crimes are regular, and they don't plan to change!"

The drunkard sitting across from the dwarf held the glass away from the table with one hand in his hand and waved it in front of his nose with his face full of disgust, and even sitting here Grush could feel the dwarf's bad breath.

He leaned sideways to the people next to him and made a slight mention of it, and they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The sudden laughter from Grush's side did not affect the dwarf's thoughts, he stepped on the table, his toes kept stomping on the table, he raised his hands high, and loudly proclaimed his opinion: "The nobles made a deal with the devil, but they deceived the devil and did not intend to pay the bill, so the devil was angry and wanted to punish the nobles!

The dwarf said so loudly, but the others did not believe him, but laughed in unison, and made the dwarf who had drunk so angry that his face was flushed, and he jumped on the table and screamed angrily.

Grush laughed too, and watched the dwarf jump up and down like a clown.

But at this moment, after a tumbling stomach, Grush suddenly lowered his head and vomited, causing the people around him to be stunned for a while, but after a few seconds they realized that the drunkard next to them was finally drunk, which made them especially happy, and the call attracted the attention of the others—after this afternoon, the name of Grush's 'barrel' had spread in this tavern.

Seeing that the eyes of the others were turned to that side, the short man jumping up and down also restrained a little, looking left and right, as if to see if anyone was paying attention to him and preparing to sneak away.

Then, suddenly, the table shattered, and the dwarf jumped to the ground in fright, staring at the table where only one pole remained, as if he were imagining what would have happened if he hadn't jumped away in time.

The others were stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder.

The dwarf ignored them, turned his head and ran out of the tavern, unable to hold him back from the boss's "don't fucking run" growl.

Shaking his somewhat unconscious head, Grush stood up, reached out and grabbed the money bag, and with a pout, he threw the whole money bag directly to the boss.

"Let's go!" the drunken Mr. 'Barrel' stumbled and almost fell to the ground as he pushed the door, waved his hand at the overjoyed boss and the adventurers and mercenaries, and slammed the door shut.

Sad laughter was cut off on the other side of the door, and Grushh looked drunkenly to the right and left, as if looking for a way back.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find the short figure who called himself 'Old Horse', so he walked steadily towards the local church.

After retrieving his equipment, Grush seemed to be a little more awake due to the cold wind of the night, but it was as if his head was paralyzed.

His mind was a little unclear, but that didn't stop him from hunting the monsters around him.

After hunting the monsters, he was ready to go to Landry to see if it was really what the dwarf had said.

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