"What happened to the Supreme God?"

The guard took a step back, but then he mustered up the courage to bring the oil lamp closer. The light shone on the face of the dwarf who had not yet known his name. His face was green and green, his blood vessels were prominent, and purple blood foam flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Captain, there is indeed a serious injury here. What's wrong with him?" The guard sucked air conditioning through the gap of his teeth and moved the light of the lantern to Dagong's face.

"He is a student from the elite academy and was injured by Chimera. He came here to find a teacher from Shiloai Asni." Dagon was a little anxious and said, "He is in a very bad condition. Please let us pass. We have been on our way since the afternoon and have to be on guard against Chimera's pursuit. We finally found the village of Berlin. It is important to save people."

"If you let you go, I will be the next person to save." The guard called his captain, a man whose chin was much wider than his forehead and whose beard was ten times thicker than his hair. "Captain, the Count said he would not let anyone go, right?"

"The Earl said that. He is like this..." The captain raised his palm, slapped the air, and then said in a muffled voice: "You little bastards, you can surround the village, and no one is allowed to approach, a mouse or a fly. If anyone puts an irrelevant person in, it is best that person holds your head in his hand, otherwise I will still cut them down."

"But this man is going to die." Dagon repeated: "Please, please let us go, or you can send him over."

"This person is a student of the elite academy." Geros bowed to the captain of the guard and said, "The elves come with the students, and they definitely don't want them to die here. Although letting him go in the past would violate the Count's order, he would be more uncomfortable if the students were not allowed to go. When the elves pursued it, wouldn't the Count be more uncomfortable? There is no perfect solution to this matter, but there is a possibility of avoiding the worst."

The captain of the guard shook his head, and the fat on his chin shook like a skirt. "Tell me what that might be?"

"You go and report to the elf teacher Shiloae and let him convince the count." Geros said: "But you must be fast. The dwarf's condition is deteriorating rapidly. I think he may not last long."

"But... the female elf said that only the students from the academy can go to find her in an emergency, we can't get up." The guard scratched the back of his head and frowned: "What's the matter with this!"

Dagon snorted and asked, "If the students of the academy want to enter the village, will the elf have the final say or the count have the final say?"

"Hey, that's not the case." Geros said: "My friend means that. Will the count be open to the question of the passage for the sake of the elves?"

"I think it will, right, captain?" The guard touched the captain with his elbow, his eyes curled and his eyes were despicable. "Our earl is not..."

"Shut your mouth! Otherwise I will sew them up for your mother!" said the captain: "We cannot let you go, unless you can find a student from the academy and bring this half-dead person over there. No, I think he seems to be dead, so there is no need to send it inside."

Dagon reached out to touch the wounded's breath.

"He's still breathing. Damn, you guys..." Dagon shook his head, controlled his emotions, and said, "I'll send him in and tell me where is the Golden Horn Inn? I'm a student of the academy."

"Yes, he is." Jerous took out the pass, which contained the signature and seal of the guard chief Mados, and it also clearly stated that Dagon Neil in the convoy was a student of the elite academy, so the convoy was released.

"I'm done with this dwarf on his back. You are not far from the cordon. You can find someone by asking for help." The captain of the guard took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his chin and neck, and said, "The convoy cannot pass, I can give you a cart."

It seems that the guards did not want to touch the Count's bad intentions and stood by and watched.

Dagon brought the dying dwarf onto the trolley, like loading a bag of potatoes. He was about to pick up the hunting axe, but was immediately stopped by the guards. Jeros quickly ensured that the hunting axe was absolutely safe in the convoy. Even if Toby was thrown away, he would not lose the weapon. Dagon thought about it and saved people, so he left his weapon and pushed the car through the blockade line and advanced into the village.

He was stopped twice on the road, and he had to explain it once every time, which made Dagon's stomach full of fire. The injured people around him had already started vomiting blood, which was a symptom that had never been seen before, and it was obviously a sign of death. He tried to control his temper, asked with kind words, and finally knew the location of the Golden Horn Inn. When he arrived at the door, he could see a beautiful white horse tied to the entrance of this three-story building, and there were two exquisite empty saddles on the railing next to him, and an annoying guard.

"The Count doesn't let you go in. You have to wait." A strong man more than two meters tall blocked the inn gate. He squinted his eyes at the two dwarves and waved his fists as big as a casserole. "Whether it's a student or a master, if you want to go in, you have to ask my fists."

"I'm not here to look for the count, but to look for the teacher of the elite academy, Shiloae." Dagon thought for a while, approached the strong man's fist, and said to it: "Can I go in?"

"It's funny, but it won't work." said the strong man: "Get out of here now, or I'll ask the guard to come and drag you away."

"Is that guard?" Dagon reached out and pointed to the side. The strong man looked in the direction of his finger, and then felt a heavy blow in his lower abdomen. Before he could cry, the vibration from his chin made him faint instantly.

Dagon carried and unloaded the strong man with his shoulders, throwing the strong man behind the sink where the horse was drinking at the door. The strong man was too big, so he had to fold it up and lock it into an approximately spherical shape with his joints. The white horse next to him saw this scene and made a grunt sound, his tail swept around, obviously very happy. Dagon's movements were very fast, and no one around noticed what was going on, which gave him a rare opportunity. He gave the white horse a blank look, carried the dwarf up, and then pushed the door open and walked into the inn.

Behind the door is the lobby of the inn, which is five tables, and it also does the business of a tavern. There are no guests and no service staff. The chairs are upside down on the table and the fireplace is cold and quiet. After Dagon entered, he casually locked the door from the inside. He didn't know which room Shiloai lived in, and it was obvious that the Count was also here. He felt that he could go up and listen and look for it. It would be better not to get entangled with the Count's people anymore and find the elves directly.

At this time, a sound of bottles rolling down from the stairs on the left side of the bar counter was heard, and then a bald man was chasing a wine bottle and rolling down. His pajamas were hooked by the handrails of the stairs, causing others to separate their clothes. He rolled and vomited, and the wine that was constantly leaking was like a peach that had peeled off the skin and became worse and worse.

With a thud, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his butt in yellow boxer panties was raised on his head, and his feet with black socks swung in the air. Swallow and tears kept flowing out, and his eyes were covered with blood. "Pu,Pu,Pu...Wine, she wants wine, I have to deliver it to her."

"Master Earl?" Dagon walked forward and saw that his eyes were blurred and he was confused, so he kicked his butt and helped him turn over. If it weren't for the fact that he was carrying a wounded man and was unable to take action, he would definitely have straightened the count with his hands instead of using his feet.

The count's pupils had a reflection of Dagon, but he seemed not to see the two dwarfs in front of him. While continuing to drool, he reached out his hand to scratch the air. He kept repeating a few words: "The wine is coming, beauty, let's continue, continue..."

Looking at his constantly sticking out tongue and very uneven underwear, Dagon knew what was going on in the Earl's mind. He avoided his hands that wanted to hug him, walked around the Earl's boxer, avoided any suspicious liquid on the stairs, and began to go up the second floor.

Through previous trips, Dagon has a certain understanding of the architectural design of the Human Inn. The first floor is generally a hall, a kitchen and a single room for dining, and the shop owner and the service staff will sleep here. The second floor is the place to live, with about four or five rooms on each floor, and the better ones will have a balcony. Obviously, the guests in the Golden Horn Inn have been cleared, otherwise it would not be so quiet, and the Earl would not have rolled down the stairs and no one would have paid attention to it. In this case, the elves should be placed in the most luxurious room, and that kind of room often has a balcony.

Climbing up the second floor, there was a strong smell in the air, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, wine, tobacco, fruits and baked food. In the corridor outside the room, the source of these smells was clearly presented in front of Dagon, but they were a form of chaos, dilapidated and chaotic. It seemed like a great battle was fought here, and both sides of the battle were food and plates for them. Many soldiers fell down, and the bodies were scattered on the ground. Dagon saw footprints in the cake, ash in the fish soup, and pork ribs in the petals.

The doors of all rooms are open, and you can see the bed inside with a scattered bed sheet. It doesn’t seem like it’s for people to live in. It’s like more than 30 wild monkeys were stocked. After playing and destroying everything, they willfully throw away the full amount of garbage and slip away. There are no elves on this floor, and it seems that elves cannot live in such an environment. Dagon held up the wounded person behind and continued to climb the stairs.

Halfway through the stairs leading to the third floor, there seemed to be an invisible dividing line here. The chaos on the second floor could not be climbed up at all, and the air seemed to be much better. The window next to the turning stairs was open, and the night wind was exchanging the scent of the second floor. At the end of the stairs, a wrinkled white dining tablecloth lay on the ground, with very obvious red wine stains on it, and there were still wreckage of butter on the cake at the corners.
Chapter completed!