He is said to be a low-level adventurer, but in fact he is also an apprentice or trainee warrior who has mastered extraordinary power. Occasionally, he can see professionals at the Black Iron Level.

Such a noble and extraordinary person was absolutely impossible to see in the Black Walnut Tavern before.

However, since the magic power of the whole world has increased significantly, more and more people have awakened extraordinary powers, and this kind of former big man has become common now.

The untuned music of the minstrel was ringing in the noisy tavern, drowned by the noise of alcoholics and adventurers.

Old John looked over and found that many people were playing Goji, while adventurers gathered together to play Gund, and there were many onlookers around.

From time to time, you can still hear cheers.

Even Old John was attracted by interest and wanted to come over and see how the game was said to be passed on from Elf Forest and Maple Yue Freedom, but when he thought about the serious matter, he finally endured it.

"Get a piece of high-quality ale."

Old John sat on the bar and took out a silver coin with heartache.

The bartender looked at him in surprise and joked:

"Old John, are you getting rich? Are you willing to drink high-quality ale?"

"Don't shit! I want to get rich! I've been working in the mine for half a month, but I didn't even get a silver coin!"

Old John said depressedly.

As he said that, he grinned and unbuttoned his sleeves. It was too hot and he was sweating all over. His sleeves were already stuck to the wound.

Looking at the bloody wound, the bartender was stunned:

"Why are you injured?"

"It's not those damn nobles! The mine was not destroyed by us, and we've all angrily scattered on us!"

Old John said hatefully.

“Breaked?”

The bartender was stunned.

As if he had thought of something, he came to Old John and asked curiously:

"So... is the rumor true? A dragon came from the gold mine? It took all the gold and the newly discovered magic stone mine?"

"Of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes! That dragon... is as big as a mountain... so fierce!"

Old John gestured.

It seemed that he had pulled the wound, and he grinned again in pain.

"Your injuries are a bit serious. Wouldn't you go to the priest or herbalist to see?"

The bartender frowned.

After hearing his words, a trace of gloom flashed in Old John's gaze. He yelled and said self-deprecatingly:

"I thought... I didn't even go in the church door."

"Why?"

"No money."

Old John spread his hands.

The bartender was silent, he looked at Old John's torn clothes and sighed.

The church's treatment fees have become higher and higher in recent years, and he has heard of them.

"Here, your ale."

"Thanks……"

Old John took the ale and opened the lid.

The wine smelled so much that he sniffed intoxication and smacked his lips.

This was the first time he bought this high-quality ale, which was a silver coin for a piece of cake.

You know, if it is replaced with inferior ale, you can buy ten pills!

Of course, it is said to be high-quality ale, but compared with truly pure ale, it is also a thousand miles away.

However, ale is a drink for ordinary people, and the nobles simply disdain to drink it.

They usually drink wine, fruit wine from the Elf Forest, and white wine.

It seems to be called... Erguotou?

That's what the minstrel said.

However, Old John ordered ale not to drink it.

Under the bartender's surprised gaze, he carefully poured out the wine and sprinkled it on his wound.

"Hey, Old John, what are you doing? Are you crazy?! If you don't drink it, give it to me. I haven't drunk much quality ale!"

"Hey, what do you know? I'm disinfecting it! Otherwise, if the wound is so deep, it will be broken if it gets so hot."

"Disinfection? What a mess..."

"You don't know this, right? Wine can be disinfected. It is said that it can... kill small animals in the wound. Well... some small animals that we can't see are those small animals that make the wound worse."

"Who told you nonsense?"

"The bard on the street."

"You believe the words of the minstrel?"

"He said he was brought by Fengyue freely, and this is the method the elves told him."

"Elf..."

After hearing Old John's words, the bartender raised his eyebrows and was speechless for a moment.

In recent years, the name of the elves has become increasingly famous, and people in any city on the mainland know the rise of the elves.

Not only that, the elves seem to know a lot of lost skills and knowledge. It is said that some of the contents have shocked the legendary masters of the Mage Tower and are extremely popular...

Thinking of this, the bartender also secretly wrote down this method and planned to find an opportunity to try it in the future.

"I don't know if it will be better tomorrow after drinking. The mine is gone, and I have to find a new place to work tomorrow..."

Looking at the deep wound, Old John sighed.

"Mine? It's better not to go to that cursed place. I heard that many people who go to mining are sick. Look at you, it's only a year, but it looks like they are over twenty years old."

The bartender shook his head.

"What can I do? I don't have any skills. I used to be a farmer. When I escaped here, I had no one."

Old John sighed numbly.

After hearing his words, the bartender was also depressed.

In recent years, more and more refugees have fled, and people who are starving to death can be seen on the roadside every day.

Wars are everywhere, demons invaded, beast tides are erupting, and even the weather is strange. This year, the entire Fengrao Plain has experienced a severe drought, and the grain harvest is not good, but the tax revenue has increased again...

"It's better for Fengyue to receive it freely... I don't know when this messy day will be."

Old John sighed.

"That's the credit of the Church of Life. Do you know that Feng Yue freely led the side, and the priest personally used divine art to rain."

The bartender shook his head.

"Divine art rains?"

Old John's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's the goddess of life and nature. Do you naturally understand it? Not to mention rain, it is said that some magical techniques can directly make crops mature in one day! Since Feng Yue freely inherited her faith in the Church of Life, no one in the entire territory has been hungry again!"

The bartender said.

"Goddess of Life..."

Old John's expression was a bit complicated.

In recent years, the name of the Goddess of Life has become more and more famous, or more famous than the name of the elves.

Even the minstrels on the street often tell the story of the goddess of life, which often attracts many audiences...

Fight against evil gods, protect believers, spread knowledge, and descend magic...

It is precisely because of His existence and the existence of the Church of Life that Maple Moon Free Leader quickly recovered after the war and became more and more prosperous.

It is in sharp contrast to the empire.

There is no harm without comparison. Thinking of his experience in front of the Eternal Church, Old John felt more and more uncomfortable, sad, and more disappointed.

"But the best place should be the Elf Forest, right? I heard from the merchants in the caravan that the elves city there is as beautiful as a palace, with a wealthy life, like a paradise... However, only elves and half-elves with elves blood can settle there."

The bartender sighed.

"Elf... I've never seen an elves before. I've seen half an elves once when I was conquering the southern border, and it was at an auction house."
To be continued...