The young man sat down next to the other party lazily, and asked the sloppy uncle for a glass of the cheapest ale.
"Winning or losing is normal. Isn't it too much to accuse me of match-fixing without evidence?" Rosen didn't pay attention to the young man's words. He took the wine handed by the sloppy man and took a sip.
"Despite this, I still can't understand that a person with a level four cultivation level would actually lose to a guy whose strength is less than level two."
The young man's words reached Rosen's ears, and he couldn't help but frown. He turned around and watched the young man drink up the wine in the glass happily.
"We have never met, why do you know?"
"The aura is well hidden. Even I was almost deceived. Is that a cornerstone talent?" The amount of cheap ale was not large, so the young man poured the cup over, unwilling to waste even the few drops left.
After listening to the young man's words, Rosen was stunned for a moment, and then he met the look of the sloppy man.
After throwing the sleeping drunk man out of the store, the other party closed the door. After confirming that no one was around, the other party gave Rosen a wink. It was also at this moment that Rosen let out a sigh of relief.
The actions of the two almost confirmed the young man's statement, but the young man didn't care at all. It was not a guess, and he knew that his words did not need to be supported at all.
"Being able to learn other people's memories is my cornerstone talent. It was not intentional. I am deeply sorry for prying into your memory." There is nothing to hide, the young man said.
He didn't want to think he was superior and be suspected by the other party. He was just slightly curious about the man in front of him.
"That's it..." Seeing the sloppy man return to his position, Rosen focused again on the young man beside him.
"Since you can read my memory, why are you asking me this question? Doesn't it seem like you should have known it already?" Rosen was puzzled.
"What the memory shows is not everything. I have no way of knowing what you are thinking. Your experience is just a bit unbelievable in my opinion."
Looking at the young man with flawless eyes in front of him, Rosen's brows gradually widened.
"Not against the opponent? That is indeed a joke. This is my job. If I lose this game, I can still profit from it, that's all." Rosen tossed the bag of gold coins in his hand.
"That's it?"
"Yes, you should know that no one is not interested in money."
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and the smell of alcohol around made people drowsy. The young man had no interest in money. Compared with this, he was more interested in the experience of the man next to him.
I closed my eyes and heard the excited words of the spectators in my ears:
"Rosen, get out of here!"
"Coward, Rosen, go to hell!"
"A bastard, a bastard whose anus was exploded by a black beast..."
How unbearable it is for gamblers to be hostile to the man who made them lose money.
"Fento City is going to end." Staring at the empty wine glass in front of him, the young man suddenly said for no reason.
After listening to the young man's words and drinking the wine in the glass, Rosen was stunned for a moment, and then knocked the empty glass on the table.
"There is such a good thing? Then we really need to celebrate." Then he threw some gold coins to the sloppy man, "Did you hear that Finto City is going to be over? Give this little brother a drink too."
The man looked bored, but for the sake of the gold coins, he still threw two glasses of low-quality drinks in front of the two of them.
"The black beast is attacking the town in the north, and will surely attack here soon." The young man didn't mind the lack of wine, so he brought it over and took a sip.
"Executive Officer Pelander is a very powerful person." Rosen raised his cup and saluted the young man, and said calmly: "Those ignorant black beasts are no match for him, so you don't have to worry about that."
"But you are his subordinate, right?"
"Maybe it used to be." When he replied to the boy, Rosen choked up.
"If you want me to go to support, then there is no need. After all, I am no longer a warrior."
"Actually, that's not the problem. I'm a traveler, coming from the south. Behind the mountain, a group of thieves has gathered. Maybe they will attack in three days at the latest." The young man said calmly, as if he didn't care about it.
I thought Rosen would take it seriously, but when he heard the news, he just shook his head: "Help them? Help those who would rather spit on me than smile at me?!"
It seems to be a common feature of human beings to easily forget those who have protected them. Recalling his experiences over the years, Rosen's eyes were full of disappointment.
"It would be better to destroy a place like this as soon as possible."
His thoughts could not resonate, and he was speechless for a moment. After a moment of silence, Rosen had some questions: "Why are you saying this to me? And from the beginning, I felt a little strange. You can talk to me so calmly. Your strength should be You are not below me. You can do your part even though you can..."
"Protect Finto City?" The young man laughed: "I am just a traveler. I came here just to watch the famous Lantern Festival. I have nothing to worry about. Protecting this place will not do me any good."
Rosen was stunned for a moment after hearing the young man's words. The other party's indifferent attitude even made him a little angry.
"Then what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, it's just that the Lantern Festival is coming soon, and I don't want to come here in vain." After drinking, they left, leaving Rosen alone in a daze.
As Rosen said, what good does it do you to help those who would rather spit on him than smile at yourself? They are not just partners. They have no benefit to themselves, so why should I help them?
If the city guard had a better attitude, he might be in a good mood and inform him of this important news as soon as possible. At least now, doesn't Rosen know that the young man feels that it is rare for him to be able to do this as a traveler?
Back on the ground again, it started to rain heavily in the dark sky in the middle of the night.
"It looks like we have to find a hotel to stay overnight." The young man tightened the money bag around his waist and looked at the night outside, with a sad look on his face.
"I cannot agree with this." Artoris didn't know whether the scene in front of her was a projection or an illusion.
On a rainy night, standing next to the Wolf King, Artoris bit her lip as she watched the boy disappear into the rain. The selfishness of the traveler and the fraternity of the knight are in conflict. If the young man were replaced by herself, she would definitely do her part to protect the city.
"You have different ideas. Even as a knight, you are not qualified to judge the identity of a traveler. There is no way to interfere, just continue reading."
Listening to the Wolf King's words, Artoris slowly loosened her clenched fists...
