Working Prophet

Sharjah and others insisted on entering the town, but fortunately they finally accepted Yasu's suggestion and chose to set off after dark at night.

Each person was wrapped in a cloak, and Assyria went into the city first to choose a tavern. The rest of the people flew through the air, avoiding the archers on the city wall and the guards patrolling the streets, and successfully arrived at the Harper's restaurant. Tavern.

In addition to the fine wine, the most famous thing here is the honey pork pie. Everyone who has eaten it praises it, and the business of the tavern is also booming.

When Sha Jia and others walked in, more than thirty people were already sitting in the small pub.

There were people playing cards, people drinking, and people chatting and flirting with the waitress.

But when this row of hunchbacks appeared, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, but no one laughed.

Because anyone who is not blind can see that the identity of this group of people is not simple. They are all armed with weapons and leather armor, and they have evil looks on their faces. They also have a faint smell of blood.

Especially their exaggerated bulge in the back, coupled with some recent news, it is difficult not to arouse people's imagination.

Sharjah and others still looked very relaxed. Because they arrived late, there were no empty tables in the tavern, so Balan walked straight towards the group of mercenaries in front of him.

He didn't say anything, he just stood in front of those people and stared at the mercenaries with contempt.

One of the younger swordsmen couldn't stand Balan's arrogance and rudeness, so he wanted to show off to the guy opposite.

But before he could draw his sword, the old captain held down his right hand. The latter forced a smile at Balan and said, "If you like this table, you can sit here. We just happen to be full."

Balaam had no reaction.

The young swordsman got angry again, but their captain and other team members had already stood up, bowed their heads and walked out of the tavern without saying a word.

However, when they reached the door, they had to stop again because the hunchbacks did not give way.

What frightened the old captain even more was that one of them wore a cloak very casually, and you could even see the feathers faintly exposed underneath.

Their luck wouldn't be so bad today.

Aren't those Winged Tribesmen still besieging the Royal Capital? Why did they appear in Hound Town? Is there a target here worthy of their patronage?

Many thoughts flashed through the mercenary captain's mind, and then he listened to one of them.

"We don't mean any harm, we just want to come here for a meal. Don't be nervous, but..."

Yaxu changed the subject, "A few of my friends hate people walking around when they are eating, so I hope everyone can continue to sit in your seats and don't leave the tavern for the time being."

"This is too overbearing, and our position has just been taken away by your people..."

Before the young swordsman finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old captain, who nodded and said, "Then let's do it."

There was a sneer in the tavern at this time, and a drunk man said, "Why are the Golden Oak Mercenary Group so cowardly, they don't even dare to fart when they are robbed of their seats."

Before the old captain said anything, the drunk man's mouth was covered by someone at the same table, "Stop fucking talking, Old Buck."

Seeing that Golden Oak, who was the best at fighting, was subdued, the people at the two tables around him also stood up silently at this time, gave up their positions, and then went to the corner on the other side together.

Sha Jia was very satisfied and walked to the table and sat down. Other Wing Clan warriors also sat down, and soon they started talking and laughing.

Yasu asked the boss to bring a few barrels of good wine, and ordered a dozen servings of the tavern's signature honey pork pie, as well as some side dishes.

When the wine and food were served, Sharjah and the others began to eat happily as if no one else was watching.

The pub soon became lively again, but the people at other tables were silent, and some people glanced at the door and window from time to time, feeling extremely tormented.

Fortunately, Sharjah and the others were finally full. Just when everyone thought that all this was finally coming to an end, they unexpectedly heard Yasu say to the tavern owner again.

"How many women do you have here?"

The boss hesitated for a moment but then said bravely, "Our waitresses here don't provide that kind of..."

Yasu interrupted him directly and asked, "How many are there?"

The boss glanced at the waitress who kept shrinking back, and said with determination, "There are... there are two."

"Call your wife, too." Yasu's tone left no room for doubt.

"How...how can this be done?" The boss was shocked.

Yasu then looked at the people in the Golden Oak Mercenary Group, pointed at one of the female mercenaries and said, "And you."

"Don't go too far." The captain of Golden Oak said. This middle-aged man who had always been calm was now full of anger in his eyes.

"I'm not negotiating with you." Yasu said, "Hand over the person and you will still be alive, otherwise... everyone will die."

"Then we will fight with you." The young swordsman could no longer bear it and drew his long sword.

However, what they got in exchange was just a burst of laughter from the Wing Clan warriors.

Caleb asked Sharjah, "Do you want me to chop off his head? Teach those land creatures a lesson."

"Go ahead." Sha Jiadao pointed to the two waitresses, "You can choose one first."

"No, you should choose first." Caleb said respectfully.

"I like something a little more mature."

"Okay." Caleb just stood up.

But then he saw the female mercenary walking out of the crowd and said to the young swordsman, "Char, I'm glad you can stand up for me, but... that guy is right, we are no match for them. "

She looked at the middle-aged man on the side again, "Captain, let me go."

The middle-aged man's expression was very embarrassing, he was silent for a while, and finally did not speak.

The female mercenary did not wait for his answer, and had already walked in front of Balan and the others.

The sixteen Wing Clan warriors stayed at the Harpist until almost dawn, and then they left contentedly and continued on their way to the west.

But the coachman who came to deliver wine to the tavern in the afternoon noticed something strange, asked someone to break open the door of the tavern, and saw the corpses all over the place.

Including the owner of the tavern, his wife, two maids in the tavern, all members of the Golden Oak Mercenary Group, and a dozen other drinkers, all have lost their lives.

The coachman was frightened by the bloody scene in the tavern and sat down on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably.

At this time, Sharjah and others were already some distance away from Hound Town. They were laughing all the way and still thinking about the wonderful night last night.

Balan grinned and said, "Sure enough, you were right to follow Sharjah this time. That guy Solomon is too old-fashioned and won't even let us have any fun."

"That's right," another Wing Clan warrior said, "Those land races are not divided into men and women, and all races should be our slaves. Solomon is too polite to them, and even wants to win over some of them as allies, and even distribute them to Their land, this is ridiculous.”

"After you kill the number one warrior on the continent, Sharjah, you should be the leader. Then other Wing Clan warriors will support you, because you have always been the strongest and most heroic among us. Solomon has no I can't compare with you.

"That's right. If Lord Zebulon hadn't avoided suspicion, Solomon wouldn't have been the leader of the expeditionary force."