People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Seeing that he insisted on sitting here, the waiter could only sigh helplessly.

I originally saw such a luxuriously dressed young man early in the morning and thought I could earn a tip, but in the end, this person sat directly opposite that person and asked to share a table...

You know, that man is very dangerous.

Just a few days ago, that man beat several troublemakers half to death with his own hands and threw them out. At that time, he also attracted the city's patrol team.

Now here comes this guy again.

I hope nothing will happen, otherwise I won’t be able to guarantee my salary this month...

Soon, the waiter came over with four glasses of fruit wine and placed them on the table.

But she found that the two of them had been looking at each other like this, as if they had been looking at each other from just now to now.

"Well, sir, this is my apology for rashly sharing the table. I hope you don't mind."

Reinhard suddenly pushed two glasses of Roya fruit wine over, then picked up a glass and tasted it carefully.

Yes, Not Bad.

Still that familiar taste.

It's as sweet as honey, but not cloying. The light fruit aroma is mixed with the unique refreshing taste of wine, which is great.

No wonder Torrett likes eating Roja fruit so much, it is indeed quite good.

The wine pulp is also very smooth, sliding directly from the mouth into the throat and directly to the esophagus.

My stomach became warm.

After Bernal watched him drink the drink, he also picked up the glass and took a sip, then put it on the table and said: "...You are quite brave."

"Obviously no one dares to sit around me, but you offered to share the table with me."

Having said this, Bernal took a long sip from the wine glass again. While making a sound of relief, his eyes looked at him with a little more appreciation.

"...You are different from those cowards. You must also be a fader, right?"

"Senior, it should be the same."

Reinhard slowly put down the wine glass, looked into the man's eyes, and stretched out a hand: "My name is Reinhard, a faded person who is temporarily wandering in Lijenia."

"...My name is Bernal, and I am a fader like you."

Bernal glanced at his outstretched hand and had no intention of holding it.

And Reinhard didn't feel embarrassed and took it back naturally.

Sure enough, he was indeed Bernal, the man with the same [Beast] character as [War King] Godfrey.

He had actually guessed the other party's name early on.

There's nothing that can be done about it, with the obviously iconic Beast-Gathering Armor and that uncle's face that looks like a downtrodden warrior, it's hard to admit his mistake.

"Reinhard...."

Bernal muttered his name in a low voice, as if he was reminiscing, and as if he remembered something, he asked: "Are you the Reinhardt who eliminated [Extended Limb] Greg?"

"Yes, that's right." Reinhard did not hide anything and admitted openly, but he was also a little curious, "I wonder how Senior Bernal knew?"

"Haha, it's just hearsay."

Bernal waved his hand, picked up the wine glass again and drank the remaining wine in it, then picked up another glass, "Boy, don't look at this pub as a group of drunkards and losers, but Likewise, the guys who gather here from all over the border will bring all kinds of rumors and information."

"If you want to collect intelligence, this is the best choice."

Bernal said drunkenly.

Reinhardt also nodded in understanding.

It feels like another world novel and some RPG games.

"Haha, [Extended Limb] Greg...a demigod who specializes in hunting faded ones. A bastard demigod like that should have died long ago. Look at the harm he caused to Nimgofu..."

Bernal must have been drunk and seemed a bit incoherent, but he never stopped holding the wine glass in his hand, pouring it into his mouth.

The overflowing wine flowed from the corner of his mouth, slid down his throat and into the armor, but Bernal didn't seem to care at all, and drank heavily until the glass was empty.

Boom!With a sudden movement, he slammed the wooden bucket and cup onto the wooden table covered with traces of time, and stared at him with slightly bloodshot eyes.

"Since you are Reinhardt who killed the demigod Greg, I have a question for you... Will you stay at this border and continue fighting?"

“Even if the Golden Law is broken beyond repair, will you continue to trust in the guidance of blessings?”

"...Of course, it's about my commitment to a person."

"For this promise, I will keep fighting at the border."

Faced with Bernal's serious inquiry, he didn't mean to be perfunctory at all and answered seriously.

"...Hahaha, that's a really good answer, and it can be called a role model for us faded ones."

Hearing his answer, Bernal suddenly laughed loudly. The laughter was so loud that it even woke up the drunkards around him. However, after those drunkards saw that it was Bernal, they silently fell back on the table.

He is a big boss and cannot be offended.

However, Reinhard heard a hint of ridicule in the laughter.

But he knew very well that this mockery was not a mockery of him, but a mockery of Bernal himself and the Golden Law.

"It's such a nostalgic thought. Now, it's precious to still have this kind of will." Bernal stopped laughing and said quietly.

In the past, Bernal, like many faded ones, pursued the fragments of the Elden Ring and the King of Elden.

When he went through all kinds of hardships to get to the cauldron of fire, he even saw with his own eyes that his witch risked herself to throw herself into the cauldron in order to allow him to see the Elden Ring.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

He failed.

The witch's sacrifice did not cause the ashes to extinguish the fire and melt the golden tree, nor did he see the Eldon Circle.

And his beloved Finger Witch, who has always been by his side, will never come back.

From then on, Bernal became depressed and wandered around the border.

He still didn't understand why he failed.

Is it because he is not pious enough to the Golden Law?

Or is it because a mere filthy Faded One is not worthy of taking the Ring of Elden? It is a defilement for these blood-stained hands to touch the throne of the King of Elden?

Maybe that's right....

But he also learned something from his close friend, [Judge] Rakad, who is one of the demigods.

That is the wrongness of the Golden Law, the wrong done to all beings in the borderlands.

This competition among the faded ones to become the king is just a game, a game held to continue to maintain that mistake, and to welcome back that great existence.

Thinking of this, Bernal looked at Reinhard with a little more sympathy and pity.

Looking at Reinhard, he couldn't help but think of his former self.

The same confidence, the same high spirits...

Later, Bernal took out an ancient book from his arms and placed it on the table.

"...This combat skill is given to you, young junior. It can be regarded as a gift in return for inviting me to drink."

With that said, he pushed it in front of him.

"This book of combat skills was compiled by me. I only know how to use swords, and I put all my efforts into combat skills. But now I want to pass on the combat skills to the faded ones like you who are exemplary."

"I hope you can use these combat skills to overcome obstacles, cut off confusion on the road to the future, and move forward bravely... until you discover the truth."

"Okay, it's time for me to set off and embark on my destiny and guidance."

After saying that, before Reinhard could respond, Bernal stood up and left the tavern with the slender sword.

However, he left a few words when he left. He turned around and said meaningfully to him:

"...I hope you won't make a decision that you will regret for the rest of your life."

"Good luck to you, young fader, Reinhardt...."

Bernal's voice echoed in his ears for a long time.

He looked at the books placed in front of him in a daze.

The so-called combat skills are the proof that a warrior fights with force, is defeated and loses his life. It is also the crystallization of a lifetime of hard work.

But he didn't expect that he just wanted to invite Bernal to have a drink and get to know each other, but instead he was given a combat skills book? !

What kind of RPG-style development is this? Could it be that you are the legendary Wine and Swordsman?

Thinking of this, his expression immediately became weird.

"Forget it, why do you think so much?"

He shook his head to throw away the weird thoughts in his head, and put the combat skills away casually.

How could he not understand what Bernal said? How could he not understand the so-called decision that he would regret for life.

But that kind of decision is absolutely impossible. It is absolutely impossible for him to sacrifice a small piece of wood to use as a kindling to cause the ashes to burn in the fire.

He had to do this kind of thing himself, so how could he get Xiaomu's turn.

Isn’t the dignified Sun Law shameless? !

Afterwards, he took out one thousand runes from his leather bag and left it on the table before leaving the tavern.

As time went by, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and the sounds of hawking appeared one after another like bamboo shoots after the rain, and the town became lively again.

But Reinhardt was standing in an alley at this time, calling Melina.

"I'm here."

Melina's figure quietly appeared in front of him again, and she ran out of his body again.

It's so mysterious...

Every time I don't know when this little piece of wood is hiding on me.

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Then, he asked Melina to go to the Round Table Hall.