Strovo had already arrived.

He sat down in a corner, quietly observed the people drinking, and tried to integrate into the bar environment. But after a while, he was no longer interested in patronizing this kind of bar. The table was stained and uneven.

The stool is placed on the bumpy ground

He was shaking as soon as he sat down. He ordered a glass of ale at the bar that tasted like water. After drinking it, he never wanted to refill it. Under such conditions, the bar can still operate, Strovo

I can't help but admire the owner of this bar.

Not only that, Stroward also found that the demonic insect skull behind the bar was too unsettling. The guy seemed to be staring at him from beginning to end. However, after thinking about it, Stroward decided

He came to the conclusion that it was precisely because this skull was staring at everyone here in a nonchalant way that everyone was busy drinking one cup after another. Strovo felt that this was a good way to promote business.

The group of people who came with Manuel spoke in the same rough voice as Manuel, and they all wore a sleeveless shirt on the upper body and a pair of baggy cotton trousers on the lower body. Strovo's brother relied on giving Theramore a meal every day.

He made a living by unloading ships at the pier, and the money he earned was either thrown in the casino or given to this bar. This kind of work consumes purely physical energy, not mental energy, which is why Strovo said to his brother

work

The reason why Strovo is not interested at all is also why his rough and shallow brother enjoys it. Strovo's brother is a person who doesn't like to use his brain. Even the training Strovo received when he was recruited into the army seemed to him

It was too mind-numbing. He loved moving jobs, where someone would tell him where to get the boxes and move them there. Anything more complicated than that - like fighting with a sword - would give him a headache.

As soon as the gang of longshoremen entered the bar, Manuel said, "Get a table, guys, and I'll order the drinks."

"Would you like the first round?" a companion asked with a grin.

"Dream - I'll settle the score with you later." Manuel smiled and walked towards the bar. Strovo noticed that his brother did not go straight to the bar, but strangely turned a corner and squeezed in.

Standing between the two people in front of the bar. "Good evening, Eric." He greeted the bar owner.

The boss just nodded.

"Two glasses of ale, one glass of corn whiskey. One glass of red wine. One glass of wild boar liquor."

Strovo smiled. Wild boar liquor has always been Manuel's favorite, but this wine is also the most expensive wine in the bar. This is why Manuel still lives with his parents and Strovo still lives with his parents.

The reason why Luo Wo had already established a separate branch.

Eric walked away to order the drinks. Manuel turned to look at the man sitting next to him. This man came later than Strovo, but he had already drank his third glass of corn whiskey. "Hi.

!" Manuel yelled, "You are Magoz, right?"

The man raised his head and looked at Manuel blankly.

"You were with the guys from the Burning Blade Zerg tribe, right? When that guy recruited people last time, you were with him, right?"

"I don't... know... what... you're talking about." Magoz's speech was already slurred, and he could only manage to say a few words, "Get... out of the way."

Magoz got up from the bench, pushed Manuel away who was about to help him, stood up unsteadily, and staggered toward the door.

Manuel winked at Strovo and nodded. Strovo immediately put down his empty wine glass and came to the street of Rameau with great relief.

Roads paved with small cobblestones connect the buildings in Theramore, like a criss-crossed grid corridor. This road was originally designed to prevent people, livestock or cargo from falling into the swamps on both sides.

Specially designed. Now, many people are walking on this road instead of the mud and grass on both sides. Theramore is indeed busy with traffic this night, and Strovo does not have to worry about Magoz finding out that he is following him.

.

Magoz bumped into four different people at once, two of whom tried their best to avoid but still hit him. Strovo felt that for safety reasons, it was best for people on the street to walk alone. Magoz was extremely drunk.

, he probably wouldn't notice someone following him on the crowded and noisy street.

Even so, Strovo did not dare to take it lightly. Based on the experience he gained during training that year, he locked the target firmly within his field of vision, but at the same time maintained the maximum distance.

They quickly walked to the front of a mud brick house. The building material of this house was neither wood nor stone, but very cheap dry mud bricks. Only very poor people would live here. If Magoz

It's true what Manuel said he was a fisherman.

, then he is obviously not a competent fisherman. As a fisherman on an offshore island, he must be extremely lacking in fishing skills and abilities. A nearby septic tank was not tightly covered, and Strovo was trapped by this septic tank.

The stench emanating from Chili was so overwhelming that I almost suffocated.

Magoz walked into the house. It was originally a four-room house, but now the four rooms had four different tenants. Strovo walked out of the house along the corridor and hid in a room behind the house.

Under the tree.

The lanterns in the three rooms were already lit. Less than half a minute after Magoz walked in, the lantern in the fourth room was also lit. Strovo walked to Magoz's window in a hurry.

Pretending to urinate against the wall. He staggered into the wall. Everyone passing by would definitely think that he was drunk. Then it is not surprising that a drunk man would urinate on anything in front of him in the middle of the night.

Yes.

Strovo heard a voice coming from Magoz's room: "Galtech Erednash. Erednash Bangalal. Erednash Havik Yesog. Galtek

Red Nash.”

Strovo was shocked. Although he couldn't understand what the other sentences were saying, the first and last sentences were spoken by the protozoa that attacked them at the North Outpost.

Strovo couldn't help but be secretly happy that he found the clue so quickly. He held his breath and continued to listen.

Suddenly a stench of sulfur hit his face, and Strovo wrinkled his face in disgust. Logically speaking, compared with the terrible stench in the septic tank, the smell of sulfur should be better, at least it would not make people feel uncomfortable.

People are so disgusting, but the stench smells of demonic insects - something is wrong. Magoz's words were vague, as if he was reciting a spell. This is not just a ban, Strovo dares to take him

The sword bets this is definitely the devil's ban.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't want to-" Magoz stopped, "Yes, I know I don't want to disturb you unless there is something important, but it's been several months, Master. I'm still in this hole.

"Here, I just want to know-" Magoz stopped again, "This is so important to me, and also, people always talk to me as if I can help them."

Strovo could not hear the voice of the other interlocutor. Could it be that Magoz was talking to himself drunkenly - as he looked drunk - or was the other half of the conversation only available to Magoz's ears?

To hear it?

"I don't know what they are talking about, no one -" There was another pause, "How did I know it would be like that? Huh! I don't have eyes on my back!"

Strovo only knew how to kill demons, but this strange side conversation - and the stench of sulfur - made him very disgusted and panicked.

Strovo lifted up his pants. He had listened a lot and could go back and report to Colonel Lorena. In addition to this reason, the thought of being so close to the demon insect body made him feel hairy all over.

He turned around and found that he was facing only darkness.

"How could--" He quickly turned back, and there was darkness behind him. The whole Rama disappeared.

I particularly don't like spies.

Strovo did not hear the sound, but felt it in his skull. It was as if someone had stabbed his eyes blind, and although he opened them wide, he could not see anything.

No, not only his vision is dark now, but other sensory organs also seem to be plunged into darkness. His ears can no longer hear Rama's noise, his nose can no longer smell the salty air, and his body can't feel anything.
Chapter completed!