Game of the World Tree Chapter 808: Moved

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"Gold...gold pounds?!"

Old John's eyes widened when he saw the elf take out a gold pound from his arms.

But soon, he felt fiery glances coming from the tavern, which made his heart skip a beat.

A gold pound... may be nothing in the eyes of professionals, but to many apprentices or servants who have not entered the Black Iron rank, as well as most of the drunkards and idlers in the tavern, it is nothing. A huge sum of money.

Old John is no better than a bartender. He has his back to the tavern. Speaking of which... the fact that the Black Walnut Tavern can operate safely in a civilian area to this day is inextricably linked to the gangs in the slums, let alone One gold pound, no one would dare to pay the bartender's attention even if it was ten gold pounds.

But Old John is different. He is just a helpless free man.

If he really accepted the gold pound, he had no doubt that he would be targeted after the elf left.

This kind of thing happens too much in civilian areas, and even the soldiers of the security team will not care about it.

No...

Thank God those soldiers didn't trick him.

Thinking of this, Old John looked away from the gold pound with difficulty and said with a wry smile:

"Master Elf, you helped me treat my injury. I am already very grateful. I am willing to take you to the vicinity of the mine, but the reward is not required..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the Erguotou ordered by the elves and swallowed:

"If...if you are willing, why not treat me to a drink of this wine? I have wanted to try it for a long time, but I don’t know what it tastes like."

After hearing what Old John said, the elf warrior was slightly startled.

His eyes swept across the tavern, and many people who looked here looked away.

Noting the twinkle in his eyes, a flash of realization flashed in the elf warrior's eyes.

"Sorry, I understand, I didn't think carefully."

He nodded.

Then he glanced at Old John who looked longingly at the Erguotou in his hand, showed a bright smile, and said to the bartender:

"Another glass of white wine."

"Okay, respected elf."

Soon, under the envious gaze of everyone, the bartender handed a glass of Erguotou to Old John.

Looking at the clear wine in the cup and smelling the aroma that was different from ale, Old John's eyes widened.

The true God is above! Old John could actually one day drink this kind of wine that only nobles can drink!

He sniffed it cautiously, with a hint of intoxication in his expression.

He felt like he smelled gold pounds.

Old John held the wine glass in his hand as a treasure, held it up, and took a sip.

The spicy drink was so stimulating that he couldn't hold it back for a moment and coughed violently, causing the elf warrior beside him to laugh:

"Hahaha, drink slowly, drink slowly, this wine is produced in our Elf Forest, and it has great stamina."

"Ahem...this smell feels weird. Do nobles like to drink this? I'm not used to it..."

Old John said while coughing, choking on tears.

He couldn't understand the nobility more and more. He didn't know why this kind of wine was so popular. To be honest, he felt it was worse than the low-quality ale he drank!

"Hey, this is still with water added. If it is pure and original without adding water, the stamina will be greater."

The elf smiled.

"Add...added water?"

Old John's eyes widened.

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He looked at the liquor in his hand, and it was hard to imagine how irritating it would be without adding water...

The bartender on the side was a little embarrassed:

"Ahem... Lord Elf, every tavern makes this kind of wine with water added, because the taste is too strong, but if you want... I can get you some without water, the price is the best It will be doubled several times..."

“No, no, I’m actually not used to Erguotou, so Elf Flower Tea is better.”

The elf warrior waved his hand indifferently.

After drinking the wine, the three elves left the tavern, and Old John followed.

The weather today is very good, and the sun is very warm on the body. I don’t know if it is because of the wine, but Old John feels a little dizzy.

This wine... seems to have a lot of staying power.

He felt a little light when he walked, and even his head hurt slightly.

Until another burst of light shrouded his body, Old John felt a cool force pouring into his body and spinning around in his body.

Then, the dizzy feeling and the faint headache disappeared.

Not only that, even the dirt accumulated on his body that had not been washed for several months had disappeared, and his messy hair was no longer so messy.

Feeling the changes in his body, Old John raised his head in shock and looked at the elves, only to see the beautiful female elf slowly putting down the magic wand in her hand.

"This is purification magic. It can sober up and cleanse the body."

She explained with a smile.

That smile was so sweet that Old John felt flattered again.

"Thank you... thank you... beautiful elf."

He quickly thanked me.

Although he has never been in the habit of washing his body, this refreshing feeling is great.

"You can call me Yuanjuan, my name is Yuanjuan·Haifeng."

The elf girl said gently.

The elf warrior also pointed at himself, with a proud look on his face:

"Demacia, Demacia Flame."

As for the black-haired elf druid who was obviously the leader, he said kindly:

"My name is Li Mu, Li Mu Shadow."

As he spoke, he looked up and down at Old John's clothes and shoes, pondered for a moment, and with a flash of light in his hand, a brand new set of human civilian clothes appeared as if by magic:

"Your clothes are quite damaged. Please put on a new set. I just don't know if they will fit or not."

Looking at the brand new clothes, Old John's eyes widened.

The true God is above! This material... is definitely good material produced in the Kingdom of Iris!

He has only seen it among wealthy civilians in the inner city!

I'm afraid this set of clothes is worth fifty silver coins!

This scale is very good, because the clothes at this price range are a bit high-profile on him, but they will not be stared at.

Anyway...it doesn't bring the same risk as a gold pound.

"This...this..."

Old John was inexplicably reserved.

Until the elf stuffed the clothes into his hands:

"Take it, I have many more sets, it's time for you to change your clothes."

Old John tremblingly put away his clothes, feeling inexplicably moved in his heart.

He has been in the Northern Territory for a year, and no one has ever been so kind to him during this year.

My home was destroyed by demons, my family was destroyed by rioters, my family was devastated by unscrupulous businessmen who transported refugees, I was deceived by unscrupulous businessmen, and I encountered robbers, and my last remaining property was robbed...

When he came to Luc City, he was first bullied by other refugees, and then had his wages deducted after he found a job. He slept in the open air every day, and his health deteriorated. He didn't know how long he could hold on.

Not to mention, he was severely beaten by a noble before.

If he hadn't encountered these elves, given his previous injuries, he really didn't know what he would have done next or what would have happened.

Maybe...he might not survive this year.

With no spare time to work, no source of income, and physical condition deteriorating...Refugees like him can only wait to die slowly.

Refugees who died like this could be seen everywhere in the territory. In the end, the bodies were collected by the church, wrapped in shrouds, and burned.

And that is not because the church is well-intentioned, but because the church is worried that leaving the corpse alone will breed undead.

It can be said that no one cares about refugees like them even if they die.

In his growing despair, the Eternal Church he believed in did not lend a helping hand to him. It was those brutal elves that the church said were the most brutal elves who finally reached out to him...

Although it was just a glass of wine and a set of clothes, it was like a ray of light in the darkness, shining into his heart.

Thinking of this, Old John's eyes gradually became moist.

"Thank you... thank you... kindhearted elf... thank you..."

He kept bowing, his voice choked with sobs, and in the end he couldn't help crying.

As an adult male, John Sr. is both strong and vulnerable.

The loss of his family did not crush him, nor did he suffer from a year of poverty. But at this moment, the care of the elves became the straw that broke the camel's back, touching the softest part of his heart.

That was the soft part that he had always hidden in the deepest part of his heart, pretending to be strong.

Pain, grievance, and sadness surged up in an instant and broke out completely.

"Stop crying, go change clothes quickly, this is what we should do."

The elf Drew named Li Mu sighed and patted his back.

Old John sniffed, bowed deeply, and then ran to the back of the tavern holding his clothes.

He remembered that there was a warehouse there where he could change clothes.

A few minutes later, when Old John came to the elf again, his appearance had changed drastically.

After putting on clean clothes, he felt much more energetic. He no longer looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies, but finally looked a little younger.

Wearing soft and comfortable clothes and shoes, Old John felt as if he had been reborn. It seemed that even the sky was bluer than before and the sunshine was warmer.

"Not bad, not bad, very suitable."

Looking at his appearance, the elves' eyes lit up and they nodded secretly.

Old John's foundation was actually not bad to begin with. After dressing up like this, he looked unexpectedly handsome, like a weathered old handsome guy with his own story.

Old John was a little embarrassed after being praised by the elves.

He pinched the newly changed clothes and said a little embarrassedly:

"The clothes given by adults are suitable."

"Nothing, this is what we should do."

The elf druid named Li Mu waved his hand and smiled.

The warrior who called himself Demacia also nodded and said with a pious face:

"Yes, the goddess also teaches us that all living beings are equal, and the strong should also help the weak. Only by working together can we create a better future."

As he spoke, he drew a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest, with a holy look on his face.

"Female...Goddess..."

Looking at the other party's enthusiastic look, Old John murmured, feeling deeply touched in his heart.

The troubadours all said that the goddess of life was a benevolent and powerful deity. Now it seems that she is indeed like this.

The Eternal Church deceived him again!

The goddess of life is not as unbearable as they say, she is obviously such a kind and just existence!

Otherwise, how could the elves who believe in Him be so kind and friendly?

Their hearts are as beautiful and noble as their appearances!

At this moment, Old John's heart surged with infinite affection for the elves and the goddess of life...

At the same time, I also became a little curious about the legendary Church of Life.

Life Church...what kind of church is it?

Maple Moon's free collar... is it really as dreamy as the rumors say?

However, he knew that he still had business to do, so he suppressed his curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, Old John showed a bright smile and said respectfully:

"Master Li Mu, Master Demacia, Master Yuanjuan, thank you. I'm ready. Do you want to go to the mine now?"

"No hurry, no hurry, we have other companions in the inner city who will be here soon. Let's wait here for a while."

Li Mu shook his head and said.

As he spoke, he looked at Old John again, his eyes pausing at his darker skin color, hair, and three-dimensional and deep eye sockets, and asked curiously:

"I think your appearance seems to have some characteristics of people from the Kingdom of Iris. Why didn't you go to the south? Why did you escape to the north of the mainland?"

After listening to his words, Old John scratched his head and said:

"Yes, I do have half the blood of people from the Kingdom of Aires. My father is from the Empire and my mother is from the Kingdom of Aires. However, they were killed by noble soldiers in a war many years ago. ”

"I was originally a farmer on the border of the empire. After the demons invaded, they slaughtered our village and blocked the way south, so I had no choice but to get on a caravan ship and go north."

"Are you the only one in your family?"

Juanjuan asked curiously.

Old John was silent for a moment, looking sad:

"My wife and my two children are dead."

Hearing this, a trace of apology flashed across Yuanjuan’s face:

"Sorry...I shouldn't have asked, the devil is very evil and cruel, and has destroyed many happy families..."

"No...not a devil."

Old John shook his head.

"Not a devil?"

Juanjuan was slightly startled.

Old John clenched his fists, and finally loosened them weakly.

He sighed and said sadly and angrily:

"It's a rebel!"

"I originally fled with my wife and children, but during my escape, I encountered the rebels of the nobles...the rebels were defeated by demons!"

"At that time, I left my family in the refugee camp and went to the city to find the merchants of the fleet."

"When I come back, my wife and children will be..."

Speaking of this, Old John's face turned pale, as if he was remembering sad things, and his expression was quite painful:

"They have all been killed..."