Sure enough, before the enthusiasm on his face lasted for even a second, he immediately revealed his true nature and shamelessly asked for gifts from me.

"A gift? Of course." I sneered in my heart.

"Really?" Old Farah, who seemed to have no hope at first, looked at me in surprise.

"I bought ten of the wonderful images of a certain elder in the Fairy Square in the past. How about it? How many do you want to share with you?"

"You brat, let me tell you, how can you become more generous?" Old Farah was so angry that he almost broke a few of his few beards.

Farah, the magical girl with hairy legs who was popular in the elven square at that time, was an eternal scar in Farah's heart.

After a while, the staggering figure of the old drunkard also appeared in the field of vision.

"You guy, you're late, hey...hey, what's wrong with you?"

I just wanted to replace Akara and Kane and stand on the moral high ground to condemn the old drunkard, but I found that the old woman looked dejected, as if she had fallen out of love 51 times in a row in the past few months since I left the camp.

"What's wrong with you guy?" I could smell the smell of alcohol from her body from a distance, and she looked emaciated and haggard, unlike a drunken woman once or twice, which surprised me.

"Actually..." He let out a heavy burp, and the old drunkard's expression suddenly became deep and melancholy.

"Actually, you should tell me what's going on." I urged impatiently.

"A few days ago...on a dark and windy night, a tragic experience happened that I will never forget."

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Chapter completed!