The Adventurer House became the Federal Garage Command, but the Siren Bar became a luxurious salon run by a young man.↑Even the Mercenary Union and the Adventurer Union sold their large office building to the Federal merchants, and withdrew most of the staff, leaving only three or five staff members and small offices.

The autonomous Black Man City is a "free" city, a paradise for adventurers and mercenaries. Although this city is depraved, chaotic and disorderly, as long as you have the strength, you can still form a sky here. The lawless war wild dogs and people on the margins of society breathe the air of freedom here, survive here freely, and die here freely.

However, the Black Man City of the Federation is absolutely impossible to become a lawless and outsourcing place. For these powerful powers, it is absolutely impossible to allow themselves to directly govern the country. Perhaps it is because of this reason that the Adventurer Union and the Mercenary Union finally gave up this former Adventurer Paradise.

It was not until this time that the adventurers and mercenaries in the Black Man City finally felt the rolling wheels of history crushing over them. Of course, people with strength, wealth and capital have moved away, such as elves and couples; people with industries, connections and prestige have not been greatly impacted, such as Mr. Baggins. But most people still do not realize that the times have changed, and can only wander in the city that is becoming increasingly unrecognizable, like a group of kittens wandering beside the corpse of a female cat. They gathered together, drinking strong wine, scolding the extra ruler on their heads, the Federation, and lamenting the impermanence of the world. They live in drunkenness and dream of death. The tomorrow when they wake up is a new day, but perhaps it is another tormenting day.

Mrs. Duran’s Bar located in the east of Black Man City is such a place for former adventurers and mercenaries to gather together to keep warm.

"It's actually ale mixed with water, and it's really... what the hell is this Mrs. Duran card?" The voice was rough and slapped. Even his body was several times thicker than usual. He looked like a typical mercenary man slapped the table and shouted loudly. His voice was like a thunder in the ground. Putting it elsewhere would definitely make the quiet people frightened. Unfortunately, he did not welcome anyone's attention here.

"Of course we made it ourselves. Didn't you see the trademark on it?" The only bartender who was willing to pay attention to him stood behind the bar, staring at the mercenary with one eye, and slowly rubbing his wine glass. Looking at his expression and movement, he really looked like a professional bartender. Unfortunately, from the outside, he looked more like a mercenary than most people in this bar. Well, the bartender of the Warrior Brother, this may be the feature of the entire Black Man City. Maybe it was developed from the famous sea monster gentleman who was keen on the donkey's flag. If he was a guest who was keen on philosophy, he would definitely like this feature very much. Unfortunately, these rough men who have been licking blood at the edge of the knife all year round can really not appreciate such a feature.

"Shang... Trademark? Didn't this be you, who painted it yourself?" The mercenary squinted his eyes and looked at the sign on the wine bottle. The pattern was drawn, and after a long time, hesitantly asked: "You... are you drawing a goblin?"

The bartender pondered for a few seconds, then put down the wine glass that was being wiped, and slowly escaped from under the bar... a wooden stick. Then, within half a second, the change from static rotation was completed. Before the other party could react, the head of the stick had already hit the mercenary's cheek violently.

"Yes, yes! This is what I painted! So what? My painting was taught by my boss, and he used to be a mercenary. So what? This is obviously Mrs. Duran, the founder of our tavern, and you can't tell it? There is no need to take your eyes!" He roared endlessly, while jumping onto the mercenary who was sneaked down and kept punching the soles of his feet.

A second ago, the bartender was still very quiet and steady... Well, Muscle Brother Gui. But even Muscle Brother Gui looked so slow and calm. If someone accidentally thought this was a hermit-level **oss. However, he ran away without warning, and then it turned out to be a violent incident in the tavern.

Of course, since the bartender is such a person, the style of Mrs. Duran’s bar is naturally not obvious. This is a bar located in the back alley of the east city, which is said to have a history of a hundred years. It is said that its earliest owner was a beautiful dark elf lady, who gave herself a pseudonym "Mrs. Duran", so he got his name. It is said that this bar originally did not sell wine, but a black shop selling meat pies. Of course, it is also said that Mrs. Duran met a paladin who traveled here. She fell in love with the other party at first sight and went around the world with him... In short, this is a very story-provoking bar.

However, a story does not mean it must be luxurious. The dilapidated houses and signs, the lights and lights, the ale mixed with water can be used as weapons of black bread and dried meat, plus the bottom-level war dogs, and the hormones and rude philosophical atmosphere that will never fade between them, this is the color that Mrs. Duran’s bar will never change.

"Ah, every few days there will be new people who will die." A man dressed in an adventurer was drinking, but he had no intention of going up to dissuade him.

"Young people don't know how to cherish their blessings now! Now, it's good to drink wine." Another person dressed up by some older adventurers said. The wooden cup in his hand should be poured with the same type of "Madame Duran" brand of water-mixed ale, but he drank it happily and licked the corner of his mouth with unfulfilled satisfaction: "Man, you have to know that it is not the time before. In the past, we had the final say for ourselves, and now the federal government has the final say. The magicians are the big names. They said that there is food shortage in the city, so naturally there is food shortage."

Since there is shortage of food, of course there is no way to make wine. Anyway, several of the famous wineries in Heiman City have been completely shut down. Ordinary mercenaries are familiar with, such as cheap ale and rum, which are difficult to find on the counters of various bars. As for the more expensive imported wine... The magicians said that it is the war period. The trade routes are already blocked, and even food is not too late to be imported. What's more, luxury goods.

What the magicians are always right, because now they have the final say.

"Ah... After the Federation came, the Black Man City gradually became unrecognizable. Brewing requires taxes, tobacco also increases taxes, Skuma and Moon Candy need to taxes, and prostitutes need to taxes, and more importantly, even the spoils we get from taking a little bit of risk will have to taxes! Are those powerful spellcasters who rule this city now? I thought it was the group of Neosfia's profiteering merchants who wanted money."

The lawless adventurers in the Black Man City are best at dealing with dangerous ruins and monsters, and the worst at dealing with those noble nobles and cumbersome laws and regulations. The wine is scarce and the number of fallen women is reduced. I guess not to mention the days without excitement. What makes them even more unbearable is that when these adventurers and mercenaries risk their lives and finally get enough spoils from adventure activities and mercenary missions that can make them live a long life of drunkenness and death, the federal tax officials always appear at a very appropriate time and take away a large commission from their own commission. It is said that it is the "luxury consumption tax" stipulated by federal laws.

It turns out that going to the underground palace to touch babies in the Black Forest is also a "luxury consumption"? I was really taught a lesson. Although I always feel that something is wrong...

"The master is the one with the big fist. The spellcasters of the Federation are so powerful that they rule a country, and of course they can also be so powerful that they can bully us poor mercenaries who have no power."

"Magic Sperm Castor? These powerful Sperm Castors were being slapped by the bunch of ribs and green-skinned barbarians over the Iron Rock Canyon." A mercenary whistled and sneered twice in a malicious tone: "If the group of Neosfia profiteers who were asking for money came to rule here, maybe there would be no war. They could directly smash the King of Plague to death with gold coins!"

This joke is not strictly funny, but it still attracts laughter from many guests in the bar. For these adventurers in the Black Man City, the Federation of Saviors, which fell from the sky, is not a likable ruler. Just a few words of incompetent spellcasters every day, it is the biggest entertainment for these adventurers in the Black Man City.

Then, the conversation in the room gradually became lively.

"It's so strange. Are you fighting now? Logically speaking, isn't this the situation that we, the 'war wild dogs' most expect? Two noble masters fought. We just went to the house to join us. If we win, we can rob and make a fortune at will. Even if we lose... uh, as long as we don't die, we can at least get some money from our employer. If we are attracted by the lord, we might be recorded as retainers, and if we are lucky, we will be awarded the title. This is how my grandfather's brother's brother's brother's brother's brother's brother's brother's brother's brother's brother's fortune made his fortune. Now he has become a knight master, married a rich widow, and lived the life of a superior person in the city..."

"Yeah, there's a better example - Sword Emperor Resnate, the target of mercenaries all over the world, right?"

"I thought the target of the mercenaries would be Parn, the Dawn Knight."

"That's an idol! Idiot, you're a rookie who just debuted and you still have milky smell on your body." The old fried dough sticks out as a senior and said earnestly: "The so-called idol means you admire him but don't want to be him, and the so-called goal means you can say bad things about him but you just look like you are him."

"Oh, it's so profound!"

"We are free mercenaries and adventurers. The water in this industry is deep. Learn hard, newcomers!"

"But you still haven't answered my previous question."

"Tsk... would I still sit here and drink watered ale wine if I knew it? Uh... the newcomers are really unlovely! Are you deliberately looking for trouble? You xx"

"It's like that! You xx who relies on your seniority!"

"Do you want to fight? xxx!"

"It's you, old xx who beat me!"

After a fight without any literary talent but destined to be a fight with a harmonious verbal spell, another group fight begins. Mercenaries and adventurers are a passionate profession after all, and everyone still understands it very well.

"After all, it's a national war! This is not a country fight between the lords we have experienced before... and we all know that the masters of the spellcasters from the sky, hehe, are all a group of arrogant and sensitive guys! Let's not talk about whether they can take out the money, even if they can really take it out. Will they really trust us, the wild dogs in war?" An old swordsman shook his head and answered the question of the young adventurer just now. Of course, the questioner was now communicating with the "senius", so naturally he couldn't hear it.

He looked at the increasingly chaotic environment in the bar, smiled, and took out a bottle of wine from the bar where no one was guarding him. He unscrewed the cap and fed two mouthfuls directly. He slowly bypassed the scene of the fight and sat on a table. He said to the person opposite: "We who are still in Heiman City, who are not capable or have no capital, or who are not able to see the situation clearly and have some irresistible ambitions. If we were not old, we had already regarded this broken city as our home, and we really didn't want to leave. But why don't you leave? Dot? With your strength, you will be the guests of other people's guests everywhere. I remember that when Sister Asuna moved to Neosfia, she had invited you several times."

The man opposite was also silently drinking cheap ale. When he heard the name "Asuna", his movements stopped for a moment, and then he replied in a depressing manner: "...I am here. There are still some private matters left."

Mr. Dongte’s personal affairs are not a big secret among these senior mercenaries. The old swordsman sighed deeply: “Although this is a bit of relying on his or her seniority…but, Dongte. If his future is bound by the past, when I reach my age, you will feel that your life is completely meaningless.”

"When you are at your age, Mr. Hughes." A smile appeared on Donte's face: "At least I know. If these private matters are not resolved, I will feel that my life is meaningless now."

"Haha, just guarding this lonely city and drinking wine with a slutty wine, it is impossible to change the status quo. Or why, I finally decided to smile at the magicians of the Academic Alliance? With your strength, if you are willing to join the defenders of the Heiman City, you can at least get a rank of lieutenant colonel or above, and at least command a unit of two or three thousand people."

An unnatural expression flashed across Dongte's face. He had known this old swordsman for many years and knew that the other party's personality was like this. If others dared to make such a slight joke, it would be considered light to be beaten.

"Don't let me bow down to them in the hypocritical alliance spellcaster!" Dongte said angrily. When he said this, he saw the strange smile on the old swordsman's face. He hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Okay, I admit that not every spellcaster is as dirty as I imagined... If it was under his command, it would not be an unbearable thing. However, that young man from the Sky Master's family, the future... Well, he is already a big man now. He will definitely sit in Elichar's spacious and comfortable office to control the battle situation remotely? How could he come to such a dangerous place?"

"Your information is too dated." The old swordsman shook his head, "I'm here to find you, but I actually heard a rumor..."

His voice was interrupted because at this time someone walked into the bar again.

Although such a dilapidated small bar is not big, the passenger flow is actually very large. In and out between guests is actually very common. However, the moment the guest came in, the hot-blooded philosophical aura of the boiling muscles and muscles in the bar could not help but stagnate, as if the candle fire was extinguished in the rising sun. The muscle brothers who were fighting, drinking and playing loudly paused for a moment, and were like a group of hyenas who had just successfully hunted. Before they could start to get a big hit, they found a majestic lion standing in the grass next to them.

In short, before everyone could see each other's face clearly, they could already feel the other's aura.

Then, this aura suddenly disappeared without a trace, making people feel as if they had encountered an illusion.

Dongte and the old swordsman Hughes looked at each other and could see the faint sense of alertness in each other's eyes. They were both soldiers with great strength in many battles. Of course, they knew very well that the aura just now was not an illusion, but just a greeting to everyone. For truly powerful people, they didn't need to roar to attract the attention of a group of people. They just needed to use their own ability to restrain and release freely, that mysterious... presence, and that kind of mysterious...

"Everyone is there, this is really good news!" With the other party's young voice, a voice that was completely out of place with the atmosphere of the entire bar walked in casually. The other party was wearing a gorgeous nebula robe, a long sword hanging around his waist, and a colonel's rank embroidered with the collar's rank. The ink-colored pupils quickly glanced around the entire bar, and then showed a smile that made most adventurers here ashamed. He walked to the table where Dongte and the old swordsman Hughes were, and sat down very unceremoniously.

"Everyone, please continue, just say it casually, I'll pay the bill today!" After saying this, the young magician lowered his head and said to the two veteran mercenaries who had been stunned: "It's been a long time since we've seen each other. Mr. Hughes, Mr. Donte... By the way, what do you think of seeing God-like eyes? Don't tell me that it's less than two years, and I even forgot my face." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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