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"Hmm?" Ron turned his head and saw a bald man standing at the table. He was dressed in tattered clothes, with a few prominent mending marks on them, and a large, smooth bald man with only a few sparse hairs on his head. He held a battered felt hat in his hand, which he held out to Ron with a smile and a little shake, the felt hat that had not been washed for a long time and was covered with grease stains.

A pungent smell of alcohol wafted into Ron's nostrils, causing him to frown. The old man's face was flushed from the alcohol and he was wobbling as he walked. It seemed that he had indeed drunk too much.

Seeing that Ron did not react, the old man shook the hat in his hand again, "Young man, give us some money, the Gods will protect you …"

Ron could tell from the gesture that the old man was a beggar. He had seen this gesture often in his grandfather, and a sense of familiarity and familiarity welled up in his heart.

Without another word, he took out 20 gold coins from his robes and placed them all on the old man's tattered felt hat. He then said, "Here you go!"

"Hu!"

Seeing this scene, the surrounding mercenaries all sucked in a breath of cold air. They had seen generous people before, but they had never seen such a generous person. Just who was this old man? He was just a beggar, yet this guy gave him 20 gold coins at once. What did 20 gold coins mean? It was enough for an ordinary family to live for a year.

At this moment, the mercenaries all turned to look at Ron, sizing him up. Some of them had already guessed his strength, and were ready to make a move on him.

The old man was also obviously stunned for a moment. He quickly retrieved his felt hat and put the twenty gold coins in his pocket, as if he was afraid that Ron would take the money back.

"Sigh, what a pity! "What a pity!" A mercenary next to him shook his head, raising his voice for Ron to hear.

Not necessarily, Ron turned his head and asked, "What's a pity about this big brother?"

The mercenary revealed an unfathomable smile, "Hehe, little brother, I am saying that your money is a pity, do you think that guy is a beggar? Haha, calling him a beggar was not bad, but he had spent all the money he had begged for to buy wine. He was a complete drunkard! Your twenty gold coins will definitely be used up in an instant, that's why I say, little brother's money is such a pity! "

After saying that, he shook his head, as if he had suffered a loss.

Ron was momentarily at a loss for words. "Eh, so that's the case!"

The old man quickly ran to the counter, threw the 20 gold coins on the counter and shouted, "All of you, buy the wine. I want the best red rose wine here …"

If all 20 gold coins were sold for inferior quality rice wine, he would still be able to buy a lot. Drinking it for 10 days or half a month wasn't a problem at all, but buying red rose wine would only cost about one or two catties.

"What a drunkard!" I wonder what kind of dog shit luck you got! " The surrounding mercenaries began to discuss amongst themselves.

The old man bought the wine and told the waiter to put it in an ordinary bottle which he had brought with him, but instead of finding a table, he went straight to a corner of the pub, lay down on the floor, opened the lid, and began to drink merrily. He changed all his money for wine, not even for food or wine.

Beside the old man, Ron noticed, was a tattered bundle, next to which lay a rusty iron sword that no one would have picked up even if it had been thrown on the street.

"Speaking of which, this old man is really a bit strange. He must be a mercenary. No one has ever seen him do any kind of mission. He's always begging around with a worn-out felt hat!"

"That guy used the Mercenary Badge for wine. If it wasn't for the servants who are familiar with him, knowing that he was once a mercenary, they would have charged him double the price!"

The sounds of the mercenaries' discussion reached Ron's ears.

"I actually gave the money to an alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol!" He had never seen a beggar spend money like this. Twenty gold coins disappeared in the blink of an eye and all of them were exchanged for wine. If it was Grandpa Zali, he would definitely have hidden the money away and only used it when he needed it.

"That's not right!" Hou Meilin looked at the figure of the old man and frowned, revealing a thoughtful expression, "I don't know why, but I keep having the feeling that this guy gives me a sense of danger!"

The waiter had already brought the hot food, and Ron chatted idly with Khomelin as he ate, occasionally glancing at the old alcoholic.

Ron was careful to hear that, but he couldn't see anything strange about the old man. He was just an ordinary alcoholic, no different from the ones he had seen.

He was holding an old bottle of wine, stained and dusty, with an expensive red rose in it, which seemed out of place in comparison to the bottle. This kind of wine should be kept in a fine glass bottle on the spotless table, where several goblets should be placed. The beautiful maid poured the red rose wine, red as blood, onto the bright goblet, and served it to every guest who attended the party, who swirled the goblet gently, sniffing the fragrance of the red rose, and tasted it with the tip of his tongue.

However, from the looks of it, such an expensive wine in the hands of that old drunkard was a waste. Even nobles would be reluctant to drink such expensive wine, not to mention that the old man's actions had attracted the attention of many mercenaries.

Right at that moment, the door opened with a bang, and a large group of people rushed in.

These people wore white battle robes, and the armor they wore was also white. The bright red cross was pinned to their chests, making them very conspicuous. It turned out to be the Holy Crusader of the Holy Church.

Who? Who was it? How dare he cause trouble at the Mercenary Station? The mercenaries stood up and looked at each other. Although the mercenary stands were small, they were backed by the Mercenary Union, and the Mercenary Union represented the interests of the entire mercenary world. Offending the mercenary association was the same as offending the entire continent's mercenaries, who would do such a stupid thing?

As soon as the well-trained Holy Crusaders entered the tavern, they immediately took up all sorts of advantageous positions with small steps, and for a moment, all the corners and vantage points were completely under their control. Every single one of them held a sword in their hand, with a cold and murderous look on their faces.

Some of the mercenaries wanted to resist, since all of them had powerful strength and they were used to having their heads covered in blood. However, when they saw the regular army, they immediately hesitated.

"Pata, pata ~ ~"

Team after team of the Holy Crusaders continued to drive in. Not long after, they tightly surrounded the entire mercenary stand, making it as airtight as an iron barrel.

"What's going on? Who are they? "How dare they, they actually dare to surround the Mercenary Union, aren't they afraid of the Mercenary Union?" A mercenary whispered.

"Judging from their attire, they're most likely Holy Crusaders from Holy Empire!" A mercenary who was blind in one eye said.

"Dammit, aren't we in the Kingdom of Bahrain? We actually saw Holy Crusaders from Holy Empire? " Another mercenary said.

"Roar! Roar!"

At this moment, a roar from the sky attracted the mercenaries' attention. The mercenaries' pupils shrank, "Griffin!"

A great number of griffins were circling around in the sky. These mercenaries knew that the only ones who could possess such a powerful Griffin Army were the Holy Empire's Royal Griffin Knights. They were well-known throughout the continent as well.

The mercenaries couldn't help but think to themselves, "Could it be that the Kingdom of Bahrain is at war with the Holy Empire?"

Ron's heart skipped a beat when he saw the familiar costumes. If he didn't understand what was going on, he would be a fool. These people were definitely after him, and his heart sank to the bottom. The enemy was an entire legion, and there were countless griffins in the sky.

Ron's heart tensed up and his palms began to sweat. He held the Sky-rank Undead Bone Staff in his hands, which allowed him to calm down a little, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, what do we do now?"

An unprecedented look of concentration appeared on Hou Meilin's face, "I'm afraid the situation isn't going well, the main character is here!"

At this time, another group of Holy Crusaders poured in through the door. After entering the tavern, these Holy Crusaders automatically divided into two rows, raising their swords to their chests, their actions symbolizing bravery and loyalty.

Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the door. He was wearing a white half-body armor that revealed his strong muscles, and a red cloak that was wrapped around his body. The strong air current pulled him into the air, causing his expression to be cold and filled with the resolution of a soldier.

As soon as this person walked into the lobby of the Mercenary Tavern, a powerful pressure was instantly released. It immediately intimidated everyone and all of them took a step back.

A look of shock flashed past the normally unruly eyes of the mercenaries. Facing this man in front of them, they immediately lost all courage to fight back. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads and the hand holding their longsword began to tremble.

The head of the Holy Church's Pious Palace, the commander of the Holy Crusaders, Wharton. Those were all empty names, but he had another identity. This was the key to intimidating everyone.

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