Blood of Mercury

As night fell, Waratah's Black Fire Bar was not as lively as it used to be. ●⌒,.

Seeing that the moon is about to rise, and the last rays of the setting sun are about to dissipate, but the place is not full yet, let alone adding stools and tables.

That's quite an incredible thing for this Kincent district's busiest place at night.

Although the Kincent district is not far from the holy city of Frankfurt, the residents of the Kincent district have undoubtedly more rules to abide by than other cities in Banza.

For example, in principle, believers of Tyre are not allowed to go out for entertainment at night. Even though Tyre's teachings do not enforce vigils for people other than priests, it would be disrespectful to Tyre to turn the day and night upside down.

That is, in the Jincent area, in the territory of the Marquis of Jinsent, who is a fanatical follower of Queen Banza, people can ignore the old-fashioned and ugly old men in the church and come out and have fun at night.

And at the Black Fire Bar in Waratah City, the largest bar in the Kincente District, where even the second son of the Marquis often appears, it is no longer as lively as it used to be.

People still have smiles on their faces, but their eyes are lonely. People even started to quickly finish their drinks and then go upstairs or leave the bar, no longer the usual group of unknown people sitting around the lobby chatting happily and farting.

Why is this so?

If I want to say... it is probably that the second son of the marquis died unfortunately.

"I miss Brother Harrison a little bit again."

A man with a thick beard said so, and sighed deeply: "If he was still there, he would be laughing and pushing open the door of the tavern at this time, hugging the girl and shouting to the boss, 'Today I invite you!' Ass sits in the hall. We'll be shouting down a big mug of stout beer, then we'll get in a circle and sing 'Red Warriors' to him, and then the little guy is made to laugh and get up and dance while he's at it Sing along..."

"Then the little brother squatted on the table with his arms around the girl, bragging to us in a loud voice... Seriously. He really has no noble temper at all. That day Luna accidentally spilled wine on him, and he was not angry either. In order to comfort the terrified Luna, he put another glass of beer on his head, pretended not to catch it, and fell off his head at once."

"Ahhh, I remember I remember! His hair was soaked all of a sudden, and that stupid look made us laugh."

"I do remember that when he was bragging to us that day, he stepped on the table. I remember the story of his duel with that druid named Arkin."

"I just remember that stupid name. That Druid's parents must have offended Sanxian."

"Good story from Harrison! Sad to never hear it again..."

"Okay. Don't talk about it."

The brown-haired, brown-eyed boss scratched his head, his oily hair tied into dense braids and his chubby belly looked delightful.

But the boss didn't want to pop out from behind the counter in the comical way he usually does to give his warm friend a hug.

There was no smile on his face, only sadness: "Don't say it... Harrison is a good boy. He has countless friends in his life, and the Marquis should be proud of him."

"Old Black Fire! Tell the truth, do you know how little Harrison died?"

A dwarf who was as tall as the boss' waist, with a beard and braids shouted irritably.

Dwarves and mountain people had a feud in ancient times, and they looked down on each other. But it just so happened that most of the taverns and inns were run by mountain people. Only in Banza, a place that despised the blood of redheads, could the alcoholic dwarves come in and have a few drinks with confidence.

In the very few taverns that are not run by mountain people, these dwarfs can always be seen.

"Speak up, Master Bronzebeard will avenge him! Dwarves never fear death!"

Having said this over and over again, he dunked a glass of beer that was bigger than his head, while waving the empty glass, he shouted full of alcohol: "Use the hammer in my hand, just like this. Now, get the brains out of that bastard!"

Hearing this, other people in the tavern couldn't help but look over. Looking at this sturdy fat man who is said to be somewhat related to the Marquis, but is honest and hospitable.

Old Heihuo sighed deeply and nodded.

"How much do you know."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the eyes of the people around him instantly lit up.

Their eyes gleamed like wolves, and bloodthirsty and fierce colors flashed across their faces.

A bald man with a naked upper body pushed over a stool attentively~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pressed the old Heihuo on the stool: "Master Heihuo, just say it. Everyone is waiting to hear."

"That's right, Lord Heihuo, we are all honest people, so we won't do those illegal things."

A dwarf with gold teeth said with a smile.

Just then, a crisp wind chime came from the door. Someone else pushed the door in.

For a time, everyone looked away, but when they noticed that the man was wearing a fully-covered cloak, they turned their eyes back wisely.

After so many years of traveling abroad, some things are self-evident.

Since people have already dressed like this, it's clear that they don't want you to know his identity. To show curiosity and interest at this time is just to find something.

If there is no malice, it is best that both parties can't see the other;

"Come in, find a place to sit and have a good fire" (To be continued.)