Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 74: The arrival of the strong sanctuary
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"Huh?" Ron turned his head and looked at him. He saw a bald head standing at the table. He was dressed in torn clothes with a few conspicuous supplements. On a large smooth bald head, only With a few sparse hairs, he held a shabby felt hat in his hand, stretched out to Ron grinningly, and shook it twice. The felt hat had not been washed for some time, and it was covered with stains. Oil stains.
A pungent smell of alcohol drifted into Ron's nostrils, causing him to frown. The old man's face was flushed with alcohol, and he walked straight. It seemed that he was drinking too much.
Seeing that Ron didn't respond, the old man shook his hat again, "Brother, give me some money, the gods will bless you..."
Looking at this gesture, Ron understood that the old man was a beggar. This gesture was often seen by Ron on his grandfather, and a familiar and cordial feeling suddenly surged in his heart.
Without a word, he took out twenty gold coins from his body and put them all on the old man's worn felt hat, and said, "Here you are!"
"Huh!"
The mercenaries who saw this scene all around took a breath. They have seen a generous person, and have never seen such a generous person. Who is that old man? A beggar, this guy gave him twenty gold coins all at once. What is the concept of twenty gold coins? That is enough for an ordinary family to live for one year.
At this time, the mercenaries looked at Ron one after another, and looked up and down at him. Some mercenaries with unhealthy minds were already secretly speculating on his strength, and were ready to attack him.
The old man was also visibly stunned. He quickly retracted his felt hat and put the twenty gold coins into his pocket, as if he was afraid that Ron would **** the money back, he smiled and thanked him and turned around. gone.
"Oh, what a pity! What a pity!" A mercenary next to him shook his head, and he raised his voice specially so that Ron could hear him.
Sure enough, Ron turned his head and asked, "This big brother, what a pity!"
An unpredictable smile appeared on the mercenary’s face, "Hehe, my little brother, I mean your money is a pity, do you think that guy is a beggar? Hehe, it’s not bad to say that he is a beggar? , But all the money he begged for was used to buy wine. He is a complete drunkard! Your twenty gold coins are guaranteed to be spent all at once, so it’s a shame that little brother’s money!"
After speaking, he shook his head, with an expression that you are losing money.
Ron was speechless for a while, "Uh, it turned out to be like this!"
The old man ran to the counter quickly, threw the twenty gold coins on the counter, and shouted, "I bought all the wine, I want the best red rose wine here..."
If you buy all the 20 gold coins of low-quality rice wine, you can still buy a lot. Drinking it for ten days and a half month is no problem at all. If you buy red rose wine, you can only buy about one or two catties. The old man is a greedy person, of course this refers to the wine.
"What a drunkard! I don't know what **** luck is!" The surrounding mercenaries began to talk.
The old man bought wine and asked the waiter to put the wine in an ordinary bottle he had brought. He didn't find a table to sit down, but went straight to the corner of the tavern, lay down on the ground, opened the lid, and was happy When he started drinking, he exchanged all his money for wine, and he didn't even have money to buy wine and vegetables.
Ron noticed that beside the old man, there was still a tattered baggage. Next to the baggage, a rusty iron sword was placed there. Even if it was thrown on the street, no one would pick it up. Kind of.
"It's a little strange to say that this old man is a mercenary. No one has seen him do any task. He is begging with a worn felt hat every day!"
"That guy also used the mercenary medal as a wine seller. If the waiter here is not familiar with him and knows that he used to be a mercenary, he must be charged double the price!"
The voice of the mercenaries discussing reached Ron's ears.
"I actually gave money to a drunkard!" Ron was helpless. He had never seen any beggar spend money like this. Twenty gold coins disappeared in a blink of an eye, and they were all replaced with wine. , If it were Grandpa Zari, receiving the big reward from the gold master would definitely hide the money close to the body and use it when needed.
"No!" Huo Meilin looked at the old man's figure, frowned, and showed a thoughtful expression, "I don't know why, I always feel that this guy gives me a dangerous feeling!"
"Dangerous feeling, why is this?" Ron was a little surprised. In his eyes, Huo Meilin was an omnipotent powerhouse. It was the first time Ron heard Huo Meilin talk in such a solemn tone. He speaks.
"I can't tell you the details. He seems to have hidden his strength in some way!" Huo Meilin took a deep breath, "I hope I guessed wrong!"
The waiter had already brought the hot food up, and Ron was eating, chatting with Huo Meilin one after another, his eyes cast to the old drunk man from time to time.
Listening to Homelin's words, Ron kept his heart to him, but he couldn't see anything strange about the old man, a very ordinary alcoholic, no different from the alcoholic he had seen.
I saw that he was holding an old wine bottle in his hand, which was covered with stains and dust. The wine bottle was filled with precious red rose wine. Compared with the wine bottle, it seemed extremely inconsistent, like this kind of noble drinker. The wine should be packed in exquisite glass bottles and placed on the spotless and generous table in the banquet. There should be several goblets on the table. The beautiful maid pours the bright red rose wine like blood in the bright goblets. On the top, served to every guest who participated in the banquet. The guests gently shook the goblet, smelled the fragrance of red roses lightly with their noses, and tasted them with their tongues.
But now it seems that the precious wine is in the hands of the old drunkard, and it is simply a waste. Like such precious wine, most nobles are not willing to drink it, not to mention the long-wandering mercenaries, the old man’s behavior attracts A lot of mercenaries looked sideways.
At this moment, the door opened with a "bang--", and then, a large crowd of people came in.
These people are wearing white shirts and their armor is also white. The bright red cross is pinned to the chest, which is very conspicuous. It turns out that the Holy Crusaders of the Holy See have arrived.
Who? Who the **** is it? How dare to go to the mercenary station to cause trouble? Those mercenaries stood up and looked at each other. You must know that although the small mercenary station is small, it represents the mercenary union behind it, and the mercenary union represents the interests of the majority of mercenaries. Offending the mercenary union is the mercenary union from all over the mainland. If soldiers can't make it through, who would do such a stupid thing.
As soon as the well-trained Holy Crusaders walked into the tavern, they quickly ran to occupy various advantageous positions. For a time, they controlled all corners and commanding heights. Each of them held a sword in his hand and looked cold. , With a murderous look, some people dare to act rashly, and no one doubts whether their sword will be cut off.
Some mercenaries want to resist. After all, each of them has strong strength and has been used to the life of licking blood with a knife, but when they saw the regular army, they hesitated.
"Papa--Papa--"
Teams of the Holy Crusaders continued to march in, and not long after, the entire mercenary station was surrounded and tightly sealed, like an iron barrel.
"What's the matter? Who are they? I'm so bold that they dare to surround the mercenary stand. Are they not afraid of the mercenary union?" A mercenary said softly.
"Look at their attire, they seem to be the Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire!" said a mercenary who was blind.
"Damn, aren't we in the Kingdom of Babalin? We will see the Holy Crusaders of the Holy Roman Empire?" another mercenary said.
"Roar——Roar——"
At this time, the roar from the sky attracted the attention of the mercenaries, and the pupils of those mercenaries shrank, "Gryphon!"
There are a lot of griffins circling and dancing in the sky. These mercenaries know that there is such a powerful Griffin Legion, not to mention that only the Royal Griffin Knights of the Holy Roman Empire are famous throughout the continent. With them, the thought of those strong teachers at the division level escaping in the air was completely eliminated.
Those mercenaries couldn't help thinking, "Is the Kingdom of Babalin at war with the Holy Roman Empire?"
Ron's heart suddenly tightened, seeing those familiar attire, if he doesn't understand what's going on, he would be a fool. These people must be directed at himself. His heart suddenly sank to the bottom. A legion, as well as countless griffins in the sky, is as difficult as reaching the sky if it wants to rush out in such an encirclement.
Ron was tense in his heart, and sweat oozes from his palms. He took the Azure-class Undead Bone Staff in his hand, which calmed his heart, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, what should I do now?"
Huo Meilin's face appeared solemn like never before, "I'm afraid the situation is not good, the Lord is here!"
At this time, another group of Holy Crusaders swarmed outside the door. These Holy Crusaders entered the tavern at the Mercenary Station and automatically divided into two columns. The swords in their hands were raised up to the chest position. , This action symbolizes bravery and loyalty.
Outside the gate, a figure appeared abruptly. He was wearing a white half body armor, showing strong muscles, and wearing a red cloak. He was pulled up by the powerful air current. His expression was cold and full. The taste of a soldier's perseverance.
As soon as this person walked into the lobby of the Mercenary Station Tavern, the powerful pressure was released instantly, and the audience was shocked. Everyone took a step back.
A look of horror flashed in the eyes of these usually rebellious mercenaries. Facing the man in front of them, they suddenly lost the courage to fight against it, and the cold sweat on their foreheads also shed, holding the long sword. 'S hand shook gently.
The lord of the Holy See's Devotion Hall, Holy Crusader Commander Wharton, those in front are all false names, but he has another identity. This identity is the key to frighten everyone, that is-Sanctuary Strong By!