The two children were eating side dishes with warm milk, swaying from side to side under the warm yellow light, and laughing like silver bells from time to time.
Mag was sitting aside, throwing a peanut into his mouth from time to time, with a glass of beer in his hand, and an old father's smile on his face.
On the first day of opening, we received a guest.
At nine o'clock, Mag opened the door and walked out. A gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver.
There are only a few scattered taverns left in business on the street, among which the Titan Tavern diagonally opposite has the best business. At this time, you can still hear faint noises, while several other taverns and the Saipan Tavern have the best business. It's a similar scene, and there are probably more shop assistants than customers.
Not even a ghost could be seen on the dark streets, only the cold wind howling.
With such a flow of people, Mag can't help but admire those stores that are still holding on. This is really lonely.
"Business closed." Mag turned over the wooden sign hanging on the door and turned off the sign light. The first day of business ended like this.
Although he only opened one order, his turnover reached 2030 copper coins, which should exceed many of his peers on Romo Street.
And just as Mag thought, if you open a tavern here, you can indeed meet some officials from the Los Empire, and you may be able to get some useful information from them.
"Okay, it's getting late. It's time for the two little princesses to go upstairs to wash up and go to bed." Mag locked the door and said with a smile to the two little guys who were playing the rope-turning game.
"Okay." Amy put the wool that she had untied into a knot on the table and jumped down from the chair. She had almost no talent in turning ropes.
Annie also stood up, reached out to pick up the messy wool, and turned her fingers quickly. In the blink of an eye, the messy knot was untied and turned into a piece of wool again, which she then wound around several times. Wrapped around the wrist.
Mag told the two little ones a bedtime story, and after they both fell asleep, she quietly pushed out of the room and closed the door.
Just when he was about to wash up and go to bed, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.
Nine light and one deep, ah, nine light and one heavy, this is a familiar rhythm.
Mag went downstairs and opened the door. He saw Noah supporting Merant with a nervous look on his face, and quickly turned sideways to let them in.
After going out to clean up the bloodstains around the tavern, Mag returned to the tavern, closed the door, looked at the pale Merant sitting on the chair, and Noah who was sweating profusely, frowned slightly and said: "What? Condition?"
"It's all my fault, I'm an idiot. Grandpa was seriously injured because he was trying to save me. It's useless!" Noah slapped himself, feeling angry and annoyed.
"I...I'm fine..." Merant reached out and held Noah's hand, his breath was a little insignificant.
"Grandpa, don't move." Noah quickly supported him, looked at Mag and begged: "Boss Mag, please save my grandpa."
"Don't worry, I'll go get the medic." Mag comforted Noah a little, then turned and went upstairs.
Merante's injury was very serious, and with his medical skills only being able to help Bundy, I'm afraid he could only be sent on his way.
Fortunately, there was a super medic upstairs, but she was in a drunken state and he wasn't sure he could wake her up.
Mag opened the door and saw that Irina, who was originally lying on the bed, had lay on the ground at some point, lying with her back stretched out, and a pillow lying in her arms.
"Sure enough, no matter how beautiful a person is, as long as she is drunk, she will still do some uncontrollable things." Mag muttered in his heart, took out the fresh apple juice bought from the system, and stepped forward to help Irina up. stand up.
"Thirsty...water..." Before Mag could speak, Irina herself said in confusion.
"Here, water." Mag quickly handed over the apple juice.
Irina grabbed the apple juice in one hand, raised her head and drank it.
"It tastes good, thank you." Irina put the cup into Mag's hand accurately, then fell down and prepared to go back to sleep.
"Wait a minute, there is a seriously injured person downstairs who needs treatment in urgent need of treatment. How about you give her a healing spell before going to sleep." Mag quickly supported her to prevent her from falling.
"Wounded?" Irina turned to look at Mag, feeling much more awake than before.
"Yes, she will die if we don't save her." Mag nodded, having already made up his mind not to let her drink Moutai next time, but at most some red wine and beer.
"Help...help me up." Irina ordered.
Mag quickly helped her up.
"Wait...wait for me to change clothes." Irina turned to look at the closet.
"No need to change, this is good. I'll just put a coat on you." Mag took the down jacket from the side, wrapped it in her directly, and then helped her go downstairs.
Downstairs, Noah was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Merante was much calmer, and put a few talismans on himself, leaning on the chair without showing any pain on his face, and also comforted Noah.
Mag helped Irina downstairs, and Noah stepped forward quickly.
"Are you going to die?" Irina narrowed her eyes slightly and looked up and down at Noah.
"No...it's not me, it's my grandpa." Noah shook his head quickly, smelling the smell of alcohol on Irina's body, and looking at her completely drunken state, he couldn't help but feel worried. Can he really cast a spell like this?
"This way." Mag directly helped Irina to come to Merant.
"Get away." Irina took away Mag's hand and began to look at Merante.
"Boss Mai, is this okay?" Noah walked to Mag's side and whispered worriedly.
"It should be no problem." Mag didn't know for sure.
Merante's injury was very serious. There was a large hole in his lower abdomen. The flesh and blood disappeared together, as if he was directly penetrated by some sharp weapon. He turned around extremely cruelly, chewed up the flesh and blood, and took it away with him.
In addition, he had several other injuries on his body, some from magic and some from swords.
"Isn't this dead?" Irina looked at it for a while, tilted her head and looked at Merante and said in surprise.
"Did you ask that?" Merante, who was still breathing, turned red, almost vomited a mouthful of blood, and died on the spot.
"Sir, please save my grandpa." Noah begged.
"Okay." Irina stretched out her hand, and a folding chair appeared in her hand.
"Um?"
Everyone in the tavern stared.
"Oh, I got it wrong." Irina threw the folding chair aside and took out the magician's staff.
"Holy Light, cleanse away all filth and darkness." Irina raised the mage staff and hid.
The bright holy light fell on Melante.
"ah--"
Merant let out a painful roar, and all the charms attached to his body burned.
"Did you use the wrong magic?! How can you use holy light for healing?! You should use healing!" Noah was shocked and wanted to step forward to stop him.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Irina looked sideways at him.
