After the waitress in the tavern went out, An Wen casually pulled a chair beside the window and sat down.

Put the Holy Flame Knife on the corner of the table, and quietly listen to the talks of the guests of the tavern while looking at the arrangement of the tavern.

Several members of the Longhorn Tribe on the left are complaining about the water restrictions of the Round Table Elders, which will affect their golden wheat harvest this year.

Behind the wine barrel in front, a table of civilian hunting groups of humans were discussing hunting white bears in the White Leaf Forest.

There were also some words coming from all over the noisy tavern hall, all of which were ordinary trivial matters and nothing to pay attention to. Just when An Wen was a little bored, there was a sound of conversation coming from behind him through the wooden wall.

"The birdmen of the Gray Feather Tribe are too much. We are not allowed to fetch water in the Holy Lake and bathe and pray for blessings. This is not the first time. We can't tolerate it anymore. The Round Table Presbyterian Church must give us the Mud Mane Tribe an explanation."

Almost as he heard the sound, An Wen's intuition suddenly jumped. He raised his eyebrows and turned around and looked through the gap in the wall.

I saw three strong men with their upper body, two fangs protruding upwards from their lower jaws, bone rings in their nostrils, and mane on the back of their necks, biting the three-quarters of flesh and blood in their hands while complaining about a birdman tribe named Gray Feather.

"Hulu...hulu...yes, can't let it go anymore."

"A Da, why did the Gray Feather tribe suddenly target us? Although the relationship between our two tribes was not very good in the past, there was no conflict of resentment..."

"How do I know that all these birds look at their eyes on their heads..."

"The birds are not all, the Eagle Eye Tribe and the White Feather Tribe are all very good..."

"Those two tribes...wait...that's my flesh!!"

"Hulu...Hulu...Now...Hulu...It's mine."

Angry shouts and snoring came from behind the wooden wall. An Wen withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the green light falling outside the window, with a thoughtful look on his face.

There is no problem with the members of the three Mud Mane tribe themselves, but these three guys seem to have been exposed to something in recent times, but because the time interval is a little longer, the intuitive prompts are a bit vague.

Maybe we should pay attention to this mud mane tribe tomorrow...

An Wen put one hand on the table, unconsciously tapping the tabletop, thinking about how to complete his work tomorrow. Just when he was thinking about it, the waitress at the tavern came to An Wen with a large plate of food and began to put it on the table one by one.

The main dish was a large chunk of charcoal-grilled lamb chops on a wooden plate, served with sour berries and straw mushrooms, and a layer of seasoning mixed with snow salt, herbs, and black pepper. Just smelling the charcoal-grilled meat aroma made Anwen's appetite greatly boost.

In addition, there are specialties from the Tribal City, a plate of purple-black cold-sauce lamb tongue, a thick-handled red cabbage mixed cooked, a lettuce platter, and fresh fruits and honey, which fill the dining table in front of An Wen.

"Guest, your food has been served, please use it slowly."

The waitress in the tavern was holding the wooden tray in both hands and was about to bow and retreat, An Wen reached out and took out a silver deer and bounced it towards her, then waved her hand to send the waitress with a surprise look on her face.

"An Wen, An Wen, I want that, and that, that..."

The little fairy with a red skirt flew around with an excited smile on her face, and she flew around on the food with her wings. She clicked here and there with her little hand. Listening to the crisp sound of the little fairy, An Wen's mood also became very good.

He reached out and picked up several kinds of fruits that the little fairy had ordered. A few tiny sword wind rose from his palm, cut it into small pieces for the little fairy, put it on her plate, and took another pickle and squeezed it into juice and added some honey as a post-dinner drink in a red skirt.

After arranging the little fairy, An Wen began to enjoy this sumptuous dinner.

Delicious food always makes people feel happy, but there are always some people or things that will give others a discount to their happy mood. Just as An Wen's dinner was about to come, the gate of the tavern was suddenly pushed open with a "clang".

A young man wearing a thin and delicate ice silk robe, short black thin boots, long black ponytail hair, holding a brown cane in his right hand and covering his mouth and nose in his left hand, slowly walked into the tavern under the custody of four men.

"Really, can't these folk hunters live better? Why do you always like to mingle with these submen? It's really nerve-wracking..."

The young man spoke with a noble-like upturned and curled tongue. It was obvious that he wanted to imitate the human aristocratic way of speaking, but he seemed to have no home learning, and he did not learn much about alienation and indifference, but he learned a lot with a pretentious look.

It seems that today's dinner is coming to an end.

An Wen frowned and had no intention of eating it anymore. He threw down the lamb chops in his hand, took out a few tissues from his windbreaker pocket, and began to clean up the oil stains and juices on the corners of his palms and mouth.

Just after taking care of himself and his red skirt, the young man also got news from the bar counter of the tavern and took his four subordinates to squeeze out a passage from the hall of the tavern and came straight to An Wen.

The young man stared at the red skirt on An Wen's shoulder, showing extreme greed and ecstasy. This unconcealed malice was like a needle pricking, stimulating An Wen's intuition. The young man stretched out his hand as if no one was around, pulled open the chair opposite the dining table and sat down on his own.

"I want to introduce myself, Mills Lorraine, who works in the Fallon Chamber of Commerce. I want to buy the fairy on your shoulders at the price of ten gold coins. I think this price is very fair. What do you think?"

The young man seemed to feel that he could not eat An Wen. He casually fiddled with his cane. His subordinate A, who was behind him, took out a shriveled animal skin purse and threw it on the table. Then he leaned over and reached out and grabbed the red skirt on An Wen's shoulder.

It's really arrogant. I haven't experienced this feeling of being despised as if nothing has ever been seen since I became the Count of Lanterns. I really miss it now.

An Wen sighed in his heart, and gently flipped his right hand on the table, and a sharp sword wind roared, holding down his subordinate A who was stretching out his hand randomly.

"Don't worry, so many people are crowded here and it's hard to talk. Let me clean it up first..."

An Wen showed a bright smile on his face, and he stretched out his left hand and whipped it casually. Four sword wind vortexes rose from the bluestone floor, hanging up the young man's subordinates A, B, C, D, like dead fish.

Then An Wen waved his left hand slightly, and the four sword wind vortexes followed his wishes, and walked one after another with four young men, rushed out of the tavern gate. Then a heart-wrenching scream, accompanied by the splash of blood and slap of flesh, shot in from outside the open tavern gate.

The guests of the tavern who were whispering just now and were planning to watch the fun instantly became silent, and the entire toothed tavern suddenly became quiet like a ghost.

"Now I ask! You answer!"
Chapter completed!