I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

Sure enough, the mercenary leader cast a grateful look at the girl.

Some words, the effect of his asking is far better than Ada's asking.

A young man who is just in love will always say more when asked by a beautiful woman, in order to better express himself.

Especially Ada doesn't look as old as she actually is, maybe she just happens to be the same age as this boy, or even a little younger.

This made him relax his guard even more.

Sure enough, the boy hesitated and shook his head: "Well...it's wrong to just think about yourself."

The physical instinct made him want to say a few more words to the girl in front of him who seemed to be interested in him: "I used to live on Machu Farm, and every day was very fulfilling. But then, the famine happened, and the robbers It's ridiculous that we have a lot of farmland and we're hungrier than everyone else."

The boy looked away and stopped introducing the situation of the farm.Obviously, the ending there will not be better than the mill where Xiaoxi is.

"The God of Light taught that selfishness would bring trouble. Now, my only wish is to serve the Kingdom and the God of Light."

He continued: "Our mission is to save those tortured souls from any disease. As long as they are believers who abandon evil deeds, the God of Light is willing to protect them from disease."

Ada noticed that the boy's voice became very monotonous at this time, as if he was reading and writing good notes.His eyes also became empty, staring blankly behind him.

"Are you brainwashed?" She suddenly realized that she seemed to have seen this young man's state before.

But the young man shook his head sadly: "Don't worry, you will definitely understand the meaning of our sect's existence in the future."

Then he took small steps back, then turned around and walked out of the tavern, as if he completely forgot how much he was infatuated with this beautiful and handsome girl who fit all the boys' fantasies just now.

"Tsk, there is a problem."

Ada clicked her tongue and looked at Taverance.

This sect sounds okay, teaching people to be selfless and good, and the rewards for believers are very simple-just immunity to disease.

In the magical world, this is something that can be solved by magic.

But the problem lies in the return—you even forged God, how could the believers have the return of faith?

Moreover, the gathering time was set on the day before All Saints' Day. At that time, more than half of the guards in White Harbor would be on vacation, and the rest would be busy arranging security for the festival, and had no time to take care of other things at all.

Is this going to be a big deal?

Tavin Lance pulled up his wife and bid farewell to Ada: "It's hard to get clues, I'm going to investigate this matter, and try to find out where they meet in advance, even if it's not their secret base, it won't be far away." too far."

Then he pointed to the leaflet and asked, "Will you join in the fun?"

Ada sighed and shook her head. She wanted to join in the fun, but her body didn't allow it: "I'm leaving just after the sun rises. It's too early, and I can't get up."

The girl had used her laziness as an excuse more than once, and Taverance was no stranger to it.

Although as long as she asks Ada for a small favor as a friend, she will probably agree.

But it's just a small sect of false gods, and I don't think there will be any masters, so I should be able to handle it easily.

Chapter 364. Old Prostitutes

After the followers of the Pure White Kingdom and Tavin Luns left, the tavern returned to the previous drowsy stage.

The whispers of the guests have become the best hypnotic note, and the sound of toasting will bring the drowsy people back to the sober state.

Some people drank the last drop of wine in their glasses, bid farewell to their acquaintances, and then walked towards the gate, not forgetting to say hello: "Old prostitute!"

The pastor, who was in a semi-comatose state and kept nodding his head, immediately raised his head, his bewildered eyes quickly fixed on the person who was about to go out, and raised his hand to 'dispel the disease'.

More than half of the guests' purpose of coming here to drink is for this.

The guests thanked them. When the door was opened, the cold wind from outside the house made many people shiver.

Little Wicker thoughtfully picked the flame in the fireplace, and added two more pieces of firewood.

"Old prostitute, your physical strength has not been good recently, why are you always lying on the recliner?"

Ada looked at her old captain jokingly, teasing his body.

During previous adventures, this uncle was restless, always looking around the camp, or torturing his team members with every obscene idea that popped up.

"When I was young, I thought the elders liked to complain about their backaches and fatigue. I thought they sat in the same chair day after day because they were leisurely." The old prostitute sighed, rubbed his eyes, and sat up : "I don't know that's actually because they can't do anything else."

He gathered the cotton coat covering his body.

The plush hat on the top of the head accidentally fell to the ground due to movement.

He bent down to pick it up, but found that he could barely reach it, so he sighed and sat up completely, intending to leave the comfortable recliner and go down to reach it.

A plain hand picked up the hat, and the target was a handsome face with a faint smile.Then the girl stood up slowly, his gaze was still fixed, and his sight changed from top to bottom to the tight chest, the amazingly curved slender waist, the suddenly wide hips and the straight down legs.

This girl is really fresh...he thought to himself.

Ada walked behind the old prostitute, put the hat on his head, and then exclaimed as if discovering a new world: "Hey, you have white hair here, I'll help you pull it out... There are also here, and here ,here……"

"Forget it, the more you pull the more."

The old prostitute shook his head to prevent the girl's fingers from finding the right direction.

"You..." Ada felt that she suddenly wanted to say a lot, but she didn't say it in the end.

He just put the hat back on his head silently.

It has been more than ten years, and I will not grow old as a legend, but I didn't realize before that the old prostitute, a middle-aged man who was in the prime of his life, has now entered the old age.

A warrior can only prolong his life if he reaches a high level, but no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't have this ability anymore.

No wonder he always dozes off on the chair these days.

The continuous casting of divine spells has made this old priest who has only just passed the third ring very tired, right?

Ada's hands couldn't help stroking the old pastor's slack cheeks, and then gently pressed his temples.

The girl's cold fingers and gentle massage made the old prostitute moan comfortably.

A feminine breath full of youthful taste also wafted from the two hands and the energetic body behind him, making the old prostitute's gaze gradually far-reaching and filled with emotion.

"You really look like my daughter."

His palms covered the bare hands that pressed his cheeks, without any lust, and Ada was a little itchy from the calluses.

Ada was a little surprised: "You really have a daughter?"

She recalled what the old prostitute had said a few days ago, and she thought it was fabricated.

"Nonsense." The old whore muttered: "You think I'm just like you, and my mouth is full of deviations."

"Then how is she, where is she, why don't you go to see her?"

"died."

The old prostitute's answer was brief, but it said it all.

That's why he formed the adventure team and recruited a large group of young, inexperienced children.

When he was with these people and taught them about survival, adventure, and even being human, he felt again that his daughter's soul was dividing into pieces and gathering around him.

He held Ada's hand tightly, and Ada also let him lean back, pillowed in his arms.

In the few years she just crossed over, the old prostitute was really like a loving father and a competent master, teaching her various things.

Their adventures and interactions could literally fill a book.

"Okay, listen to you little girl, I have to tell you something..." the old prostitute said slowly.

This was the first time that the old prostitute called himself 'little girl', and Ada immediately pricked up her ears to listen.

But soon the old prostitute shook his head again: "Forget it, I'm not ready yet, let's wait a little longer."

"What are you doing, why does it sound like you're about to say your last words?" the girl said without holding back.

"Ah, bah, bah, what last words! I really have something to do!"

The old prostitute yelled a few times, then suddenly calmed down: "But, you are right, at my age, some things have to be considered."

Article 365. Loitering after retirement

"But, you're right. At my age, some things have to be considered."

It is not uncommon for people like them to die suddenly if they encounter some danger someday.

Especially at such an advanced age, in addition to experience, mental and physical strength are not as good as before.

And how useful is experience in fighting the enemy?

"Say something unlucky!" Ada pinched the old pastor who was lost in thought, "I was thinking of saying good things to the queen and finding a job for you. But if you don't want to, you can retire here with me." It's also possible."

She realized that the harsh environment of Stonetalon Mountain was not suitable for the retirement life of the elderly.

"I'm not old yet!" The old whore protested stubbornly, but soon softened: "But it's not bad to provide for the elderly... don't you need money?"

Living slowly here every day, watching two little girls who are like my granddaughters grow up slowly, and guarding them, well, it seems not bad.

It's just that this girl's character of desperately asking for money is a bit...

Ada smiled: "Just give me the inheritance after you die."

"Then why don't you just call me daddy and all my inheritance will belong to you?" The adventurer talked about life and death without taboo.

Instead, the old prostitute joked with Ada.

"It's done, Dad, I'll prepare the first seven things for you right now." Ada didn't lose the slightest bit.

"Go away, get busy with your work."

The old prostitute waved away the girl behind him, even though the call just now made his heart flutter.

Then he looked around the tavern with emotion.

Hey, this is where I will retire in the future!

Wow, it's really broken!

Ada took two steps and turned her head to look: "Why don't you stop here today and go to rest, you don't need to stay up late with us every day."

The head of the Chimera has to open the door until midnight every day. This kind of life that I have become accustomed to, shouldn't be able to bear this old priest who has officially entered the retirement age?

"Rest? It's only after eight o'clock?"

The old prostitute repeated in amazement, and immediately realized that the girl had not lied, and immediately jumped up from the chair at a speed that even the young guy couldn't, and hurriedly put on a cotton coat for himself, while saying: "If you say something, you can pour water out of it. Don't go back on your word!"

Ada: "????"

Then the old prostitute rushed to Xiao Liutiao, who was waiting at the door for his sister to come back from school, and waved: "My child, hurry up, Xiaocui's clothes are ready, bring them quickly, this can cover part of the cost!"

Xiao Liutiao pattered towards the back kitchen, and said, "Grandpa is going to Pink Memories, remember to tell Auntie Xiaocui that her laundry money for this month should be settled."

"Hey, whatever the knot is, it's all on your Aunt Ada's account, didn't we agree?"

The old prostitute took the washed clothes, opened the door full of energy, and left, announcing loudly: "Don't keep the door open, I won't be coming back tonight! Oh, it's a good life to catch up on sleep during the day, be chic at night, and sing and sing every night~ "

Ada: "???? Little Wicker, get ready, seven days later, I will prostitute your grandpa for seven days."

It's all fake!

It's all just a wild guess!

This old guy goes chic every night, no one can handle it!

Aren't I also in this state every day recently, why should I worry about others!

While thinking hard, Triss returned home with her schoolbag on her back, said hello to her mother, and then said with a long breath: "The college is on vacation, and there will be about two months of vacation."

"Really?" Ada, like all parents in the world, asked about her daughter's final exam results: "How did you do?"

"Not very good, below average."

Triss replied with some self-blame.

In such a family that couldn't afford to hire a tutor and was entirely self-taught, her academic performance was not outstanding, but it was quite normal.

But Ada was already satisfied.

"Girls don't need to study very well, as long as they are beautiful." Ada comforted her daughter, pinched Triss's cheeks with baby fat, pulled her mouth into a smiling arc, and then twisted go.

Triss was finally amused by her mother.

It's like this every year, and I don't put pressure on myself at all.

"But you have to have the most basic knowledge." She sighed, looked at her sister beside her, and said hello, "Little Liu Tiao, come here and let me see how you are doing today, try to solve these questions. "