Also dispersed were the groups of imperial guards who had gathered because of the accident. The few captain-looking guys who were stranded at the end were also loudly lecturing the Black Corns standing in the corner.

He didn't notice the footsteps of a certain gray-robed magician Shi Shiran who had already left along with the crowd: "Is it already so late?"

"We have to go back quickly."

Shaking a money bag he just got from Black Corn, he listened to the sound of the platinum coins inside as they collided with each other, and then walked forward in the direction of the street, cleaning it hard at the same time.

The traces of embarrassment on his body were scorched black by those magical gunpowder smoke. The cries of vendors and the noise of passers-by also became less and less at this point in time, replaced by roadside hotels.

Shaking his head and laughing at the increasingly noisy scene in the tavern, he then put the troubles on his head behind him and went straight back to the tavern where he stayed when he first came to this city: "I didn't expect to come here.

I had no idea that my first day in this place was so colorful..."

I don't know how they are doing now.

The name of the familiar adventure group flashed through Duan Qing's mind, and certain images and outlines of several players from long ago gradually emerged in Duan Qing's mind. Then, with an inexplicable sigh, he slowly closed his eyes.

Eyes. The silence caused by the memories of various tastes was later replaced by the louder noise of the tavern. After pushing the door in, he merged with the drinkers who were once again filling the "Wind Eagle", and gradually wrinkled.

The raised brows were slowly focused on the IDs representing the players due to the movement of several figures that were obviously different from the others: "...there is someone there."

"Yo." One of the players sitting in front of the same bar, holding a wine glass in his hand, said hello to Duan Qing, who was gradually approaching: "Are you here to drink too?"

"I have a room here."

Pointing to their feet, Duan Qing then sat next to the man as if nothing had happened: "It's nighttime, and adventurers in the free world always have to rest."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

Nodding vigorously, the player named Doomsday Sorrow then laughed at a man dressed as a swordsman next to him: "Did you hear that? We also need to rest, and those tasks and the like will be put away first.

Can we go on one side? It’s hard to find such a lively place..."
Chapter completed!