From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

In this chaotic era, these desperadoes walk on the edge of life and death during the day, and they will go to this kind of red light district at night, venting their desires without any scruples, and no one knows whether they will survive tomorrow. Come back alive.

In the corner of the bar counter, sat a mysterious person. He was covered in a black cloak, exuding bursts of evil spirit. The cold evil spirit spread within half a meter of the man, and the temperature dropped significantly.

Seasoned mercenaries know that this kind of people are generally killing gods who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so it's best not to provoke them if they have nothing to do.

The man's face and upper body were tightly wrapped, and his appearance could not be seen. Through the gaps in the cloak, one could see that he was wearing standard leggings that are common in the market, but he was wearing a pair of top-quality shoes on his feet, and he was carrying a huge, weird bag on his back. black greatsword,

He leaned on the bar with one elbow, dragged his chin, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Wow..."

Suddenly, there is a commotion and someone breaks a wine glass.

"Fuck, I'm here to vent, you stinky bitch, you're shameless, almost being attacked by a demonized snake outside during the day is already unlucky enough, but you still have to look at your face when you come here at night?"

A drunken mercenary stood up suddenly and screamed sharply.

The furious female voice roared:

"When my old lady was killing monsters on the front line? You were still drinking milk in your mother's arms, but you actually molested my old lady, you're courting death!"

A loud slap came to the ears, and immediately after, a group of people shoved and shouted, tables, chairs and benches flew around, and the sound of wine bottles and glasses falling to the ground kept breaking.

In a place like a tavern, conflicts occur almost every day, and most people are not surprised. These mercenaries don't have much ability, but they are all violent, and they can get angry at any point.

The bartender hid in the bar, poking his head out occasionally to take a look, but immediately retracted to the bottom, for fear of harming the fish in the pool, while the daring mercenary was looking for a safe corner, drinking cheap black malt beer, smiling Watching this farce, what's more, they would make noise and whistle a few times from time to time.

Ling Fei's closed eyes finally opened, and a cold light flashed across him. He frowned, looked sideways at the chaotic crowd, and said coldly in a low, inaudible voice

"Even if it is a tasteless memory, you are not qualified to interrupt it..."

Standing up, he walked slowly towards the table, stretched out his right hand from the cloak, and slowly reached for the hilt behind his back.

"Hey, I said brother Lingfei... You'd better control your emotions, or you'll be taken advantage of by that guy."

Just when Ling Fei was about to get rid of these dregs, an old voice came from behind him.

The corner of his mouth covered under the shadow of the cloak grinned, and he stopped in his tracks:

"Tsk... You **** old guy, you are late every time, do you take this as a privilege?"

Turning around, Ling Fei sat back on the bar and snapped his fingers at the waiter

"Two glasses of single malt draft beer."

Then I tapped the old man sitting next to me with my thumb, and added:

"This old guy pays the bill."

The waiter turned his head and looked at the old man in front of him. This is a bald old man with a bushy beard. He also seems to be a practicing family man. He looks strong, has a ruddy complexion, and is in good spirits.

Hearing Ling Fei's words, the old man's complexion became extremely exciting, especially the characteristic beard, because of the trembling grin, the mustache was up and down, very funny.

Shaking his head helplessly, exhaling, the old man smiled awkwardly at the waiter:

"How about . . . two glasses of dark ale?"

Dark malt beer is a cheap beer, and a cup only costs ten copper coins, while pure malt beer is relatively high-end, and the price is one silver coin, a full ten times the difference.

The waiter didn't expect the old man to say such a sentence after holding back for a long time, he nodded slightly, the look of contempt flashed away in his eyes, and turned to get the beer.

"Brother Lingfei, it's not easy for the old man to make some money. You can't play me like this?"

The bald old man patted Ling Fei with a smile and said.

"Hmph! I said old man, you are too shameless. The information fee I give you every time is recorded in gold coins, not counting some useless weapons and armors I found in the dungeon. It was given to you at a low price. Now it’s still such a cheap thing to buy me a glass of wine. It seems that I’ll sell the equipment to Uncle Linus’s blacksmith’s shop in the future. Fall into favor."

When the old man heard this, his face turned into a liver color.

"Oh, my brother, how can those of us who work as informants compare with that guy Linus, he has connections with the government, it's not like you don't know about it, besides, news doesn't come every day, and The timeliness is so high, it’s not easy for me to make some money.”

Lingfei let out a disdainful laugh:

"Hmph~www.readwn.com~ I said old Henry, you recently opened another store in the Principality of Bel Mare, am I right?"

Old Henry paused:

"Ahem...Brother Lingfei, let's talk about business. Here, this is the news you want. Hey, a few dungeon wormholes have been discovered recently. It seems that the continent of Arad has been polluted by demonic energy during this period of time. It turned out to be more serious."

While speaking, he handed over a sheepskin scroll.

Taking the sheepskin scroll, Ling Fei opened it without hesitation and spread it on the bar.

At this time, the waiter brought two glasses of rye beer, carefully placed them on the bar counter, glanced at the sheepskin scroll without any sign of eyes, turned and walked away.

Ling Fei continued to look at the scroll as if he didn't notice it, but grinned at the corner of his mouth, revealing a few pale white teeth.

On the contrary, old Henry glanced at the waiter's back as if realizing something, and showed a weird smile.

Throwing a black money bag in front of old Henry, Ling Fei stood up and laughed:

"Very good, old Henry, if you have any news, please contact me. If you are late next time, the commission will be halved."

Henry didn't take it seriously, seeing Ling Fei about to get up and leave, he grabbed Ling Fei's cloak and said:

"Hey... I said, I haven't drunk this wine yet. I invite you to drink it. Isn't it a waste if you don't drink it?"

"Do you dare to drink? If you are not afraid, I will let you drink both glasses."

Ling Fei chuckled and continued:

"Let's go, I will give you a piece, but it's not free..."

Passing through the bustling night market, the two walked along the town wall to the town gate.

Just walked to the entrance of an alley with little smoke, but heard a cold shout from behind: