blogombal Chapter 1045 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (32)
Chapter 1045 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (32)
The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (32)
Fengling Town, the Nova caravan arrived at this relatively prosperous town after traveling at night for several days.
After entering the city gate, everyone in the caravan looked noticeably more relaxed.
The road was not peaceful these two nights. Lance heard movement ahead several times, but every time he heard a little noise, the situation would return to calm again.
Old Wims and his companions looked regretful. According to them, if a fight really broke out, they could still take advantage of the situation and get something valuable from the enemy.
But Lance didn't want to cause trouble, so he just showed an expression of disappointment and relief on his face and continued to follow the team with peace of mind.
The caravan quickly found a place to stay, and Lance also followed old Wims and others to find a place to stay and rest. He was quiet and didn't talk much, but would take the initiative to help when something happened. As a result, old Wims and his group had a better impression of him.
Everything was calm on this side, but the town on the other side was gradually becoming uneasy.
Song Ning went to the pub twice in the past two days - Yanglong had been staying at home for several days, and if he didn't go out, he was afraid that people would notice something was wrong.
As soon as he arrived at the pub, Song Ning vaguely realized that something was wrong.
He locked his eyes on Sophia in the crowd, put down a coin and ordered a glass of craft beer.
"Why does it feel like there are a lot more people in the tavern?"
The bubbling cup was placed heavily on his desk, and Sophia brushed her hair back, revealing her healed wound.
"That's more than the price of a glass of wine."
Song Ning looked at her twice, then lowered his head and drank silently.
"I'm not your guest."
Song Ning drank the cold craft beer with refreshing and slightly bitter bubbles, and faced Sophia's rolling eyes beside him, but he remained very calm.
Even if you really want to know some information, being too eager will only expose yourself.
He had been hiding in this small town for so many years under an assumed name, but he had no intention of exposing himself so soon.
The wind and snow were still blowing outside, but the tavern was bustling with activity.
Sophia's figure shuttled among the mercenaries, and Song Ning followed her back with his eyes lowered, patrolling the entire tavern.
There were several big men of similar build sitting in the east direction. On their table were several portions of grilled ordinary meat, with large handfuls of basil leaves and rosemary sprinkled on them, and some ashes scattered on them, which were obviously cigarette ashes.
Song Ning took a sip of craft beer and looked to the west.
There were quite a few people sitting scattered on the west side, including small groups of mercenaries sitting in groups of three or four. Song Ning noticed a mercenary with gray hair and a hunched body sitting in the corner. The light in the tavern was dim, and he could only vaguely see the mercenary level hanging on the guy's clothes, a Class B mercenary.
This seemingly inconspicuous person is actually a B-level mercenary?
Before he could be surprised, a vigilant look came over him. Song Ning quickly withdrew his gaze and took another big gulp of wine.
Bored after drinking, he ordered some snacks like French fries. After the sight disappeared, he changed direction and continued observing.
At this moment, a few drunk men staggered out. Song Ning took a quick look and found that they were all low-level mercenaries.
But once these guys left, there were not many people left in the tavern.
Song Ning put a French fry in his mouth and leaned back, his eyes swept behind him - the people sitting there seemed to be Sophia's acquaintances, both of them looked unhappy, and it seemed like they were arguing.
Forget it, he didn't want to meddle in Sophia's private affairs.