Game of the World Tree

"Gold...gold pounds?!"

Seeing the elf take out the gold pound from his arms, Old John's eyes straightened.

But soon, he felt a fiery gaze from the tavern, which made his heart skip a beat.

A gold pound...maybe it is nothing in the eyes of professionals, but for many apprentices or attendants who have not stepped into the black iron rank, as well as most drunkards and idlers in the tavern, it is a huge sum of money. payment.

Old John is no better than the bartender, with his back to the tavern. Speaking of which... the black walnut tavern has been able to open safely in the civilian area to this day, and it has been inextricably linked with the gangsters in the slum area, let alone a gold pound. Now, even if it's ten gold pounds, no one dares to pay the bartender's attention.

But old John is different, he is just a helpless free man.

If he really took the gold pound, he had no doubt that after the elves left, he would definitely be targeted.

This kind of thing happens too much in the civilian area, and even the soldiers of the security team don't care.

Do not……

Those soldiers were thankful they didn't hit him with crooked ideas.

Thinking of this, Old John took his eyes off the gold pound with difficulty and smiled bitterly:

"Sir Elf, you have helped me treat my injury. I am very grateful. I am willing to take you to the vicinity of the mine to see, but the reward is not needed..."

As he said that, he glanced at the Erguotou ordered by the elves, and swallowed:

"If...if you want, why don't you invite me to drink a glass of this wine, I've been wanting to taste it for a long time, I don't know what it's like."

After listening to Old John's words, the elf warrior was slightly taken aback.

His eyes swept across the tavern, and many people who looked here retracted their gazes.

Noticing the flickering in those eyes, the elf warrior's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

"Sorry, I see, I wasn't thinking about it."

He nodded.

Then, he took another look at the old John who was looking at Erguotou in his hand yearningly, with a bright smile, and said to the bartender:

"One more glass of white wine."

"Okay, my esteemed elf."

Soon, in the eyes of everyone's envy, the bartender handed a cup of Erguotou to Old John.

Looking at the clear wine in the glass and smelling the aroma that was different from the ale, Old John's eyes widened.

God is above! His old John will be able to drink this kind of wine that only nobles can drink one day!

He sniffed carefully, and there was a hint of intoxication in his expression.

He felt like he smelled gold pounds.

Old John held the wine glass in his hand as if it were a treasure, put it up, and took a sip.

The spicy drink was very irritating, so he couldn't hold back for a while, and coughed violently, causing the elf warrior beside him to laugh:

"Hahaha, drink slowly, drink slowly, this wine is produced by our Forest of Spirits, and it has great stamina."

"Cough, cough... This smell is weird, so the nobles like to drink this? I'm not used to drinking it..."

Old John coughed and said, choking out his tears.

He couldn't understand the nobles more and more, and he didn't know why this kind of wine was so popular. To be honest, he thought it was better than the inferior ale that he drank!

"Hey, this is still with water added. If it's pure and original without water, it will have more staying power."

The elf laughed.

"Add... water?"

Old John's eyes widened.

He looked at the liquor in his hand, and it was hard to imagine how exciting it would be if he didn't add water...

On the other hand, the bartender on the side was a little embarrassed:

"Cough cough... Elf Lord, every tavern will make this wine with water, because the taste is too strong, but if you want... I can get you some more without water, but the price may be higher. Several times over..."

"No need, no need, I'm not used to drinking Erguotou, but Elf Flower Tea is better."

The elf warrior waved his hand indifferently.

After drinking, the three elves left the tavern, and Old John followed.

Today's weather is very good, and the sun is very warm on the body. I don't know if it is because of the wine, Old John feels a little dizzy.

This wine... seems to have a lot of stamina.

He felt a little light when he walked, and even his head was a little sore.

Until another burst of light enveloped him, Old John felt a cool force pouring into his body and turned around in his body.

Then, the dizzy feeling and the faint headache all disappeared.

Not only that, but even the filth accumulated on his body that had not been cleaned for several months disappeared one after another, and his messy hair was not so messy anymore.

Feeling the change in his body, Old John raised his head in shock, looked at the elves, and saw that the beautiful female elf was slowly putting down the magic wand in his hand.

"This is purification magic. It can sober up and cleanse the body."

She explained with a smile.

That smile was so sweet that old John was flattered again.

"Thank you...thank you...beautiful elf-sama."

He quickly thanked.

Although he has never been in the habit of cleaning his body, this refreshing feeling is very good.

"You can call me Zhili, my name is Zhili · Blizzard."

The elf girl said softly.

And the elf warrior also pointed to himself, with a proud look on his face:

"Demacia, Demacia Flame."

As for the dark-haired elf Druid who is obviously the leader, he kindly said:

"My name is Li Mu, Li Mu Shadow."

As he said that, he looked up and down the clothes and shoes on Old John's body again, pondered for a moment, a flash of light flashed in his hand, and a new set of human civilian clothes appeared like magic:

"Your clothes are badly damaged. Put on a new one. You just don't know if they fit."

Looking at the brand-new clothes, Old John's eyes widened.

God is above! This material... is definitely a good material produced by the Kingdom of Ayres!

He had only seen it on those wealthy commoners in the inner city!

I'm afraid this suit will be worth fifty silver coins!

This scale is very good, because the clothes of this price are worn on him, although it is a bit high-profile, but it will not be targeted.

Anyway...not as risky as a pound.

"This this……"

Old John was inexplicably restrained.

Until the elf stuffed the clothes into his hands:

"Take it, I still have a lot of sets, and your clothes should also be changed."

Old John shivered and took down his clothes, feeling a little moved in his heart.

He has come to the north to lead for a year, and no one has ever treated him so well during this year.

Destroyed by demons, destroyed homes by rebels, transported refugees to black-hearted merchants, cheated on the road, encountered robbers, and was robbed of the last remaining property...

When he came to Luc City, he was bullied by other refugees first, and then his wages were deducted after he found a job.

Not to mention, he was beaten badly by a noble before.

If he hadn't encountered these elves, he really didn't know what to do next with his previous injury.

Maybe... he may not survive this year.

There is no spare labor, no source of income, and his physical condition deteriorates... Refugees like him can only wait to die slowly.

Refugees who died in this way can be seen everywhere in the territory, and they were finally collected by the church, wrapped in shrouds and burned.

And that is not because the church is kind, but because the church is worried that no matter the corpse, the dead will breed.

It can be said that even if refugees like them die, no one cares.

And in the growing despair, the Eternal Church he believed in did not lend a helping hand to him, but in the end it was the brutal elves that the church spoke of...

Although it was just a glass of wine and a set of clothes, it was like a light in the darkness, shining into his heart.

Thinking of this, Old John's eyes gradually became wet.

"Thank you... thank you... benevolent elf... thank you..."

He kept bowing, his voice choked, and finally he couldn't help crying.

As a grown man, Old John was strong and vulnerable.

The collapse of the family did not overwhelm him, and the downfall of the past year did not overwhelm him, but at this moment, the care of the elves became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, touching the softest part of his heart.

It was the soft part that had been hidden in the deepest part of his heart and pretended to be strong all along.

Pain, grievance, and sadness surged up in an instant and broke out completely.

"Don't cry, go and change, this is what we should do."

The elf Drew named Li Mu sighed and patted his back.

Old John sniffed, bowed deeply, and ran to the back of the pub with his clothes in his arms.

He remembered that there was a warehouse there where he could change clothes.

And a few minutes later, when Old John came to the elf again, his appearance had changed drastically.

After putting on neat clothes, he became much more energetic. He no longer looked like an old man in his 60s or 70s, and finally looked a little younger.

Wearing soft and comfortable clothes and shoes, Old John felt as if he had been reborn. It seemed that even the sky was bluer than before, and the sun was warmer.

"Not bad, very suitable."

Looking at his appearance, the elves brightened their eyes and nodded secretly.

Old John's foundation is actually not bad. After this dressing, he looks unexpectedly handsome, like a weather-beaten old handsome guy with his own story.

Old John was a little embarrassed to be praised by the elves.

He pinched his new clothes and said a little embarrassedly:

"It's the clothes that the adults gave you."

"Nothing, this is what we should do."

The elf Druid named Li Mu waved his hand and smiled.

And the warrior who claimed to be Demacia also nodded and said reverently:

"Yes, Lord Goddess also taught us that all living beings are equal, and the strong should also help the weak. Only by working together can we create a better future."

Speaking, he drew a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest, with a holy face.

"Female... Lady Goddess..."

Looking at the frenzy of the other party, Old John murmured, and his heart was deeply touched.

The troubadours all say that the Goddess of Life is a benevolent and powerful deity, and now it seems that it is so.

The Eternal Church has deceived him again!

How can the goddess of life be as unbearable as they say, obviously such a kind and righteous existence!

Otherwise, how could the spirits who believe in him be so kind and friendly?

Their hearts are like their appearance, beautiful and noble!

At this moment, old John's heart surged with infinite goodwill towards the elves and the goddess of life...

At the same time, I also have some curiosity about the legendary Church of Life.

The Church of Life... What kind of church is it?

Maple Moon Free Leader... Is it really as dreamy as the rumors say?

However, he knew that he still had business to do, so he suppressed his curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, Old John showed a bright smile and said respectfully:

"Lord Li Mu, Lord Demacia, Lord Yili, thank you, I'm ready, do I go to the mine now?"

"No hurry, no hurry, we have other companions in the inner city. We will be here in a while. We will wait here for a while."

Li Mu shook his head and said.

After speaking, he looked at Old John again, his eyes stopped on his dark skin and hair, as well as his three-dimensional and deep eye sockets, and asked curiously:

"Looking at your appearance, you seem to have some characteristics of the people of the Kingdom of Ayres. Why didn't you go to the south, how did you escape to the north of the mainland?"

After listening to his words, old John scratched his head and said:

"Yes, I do have the blood of half of the Kingdom of Ayres. My father is from the Empire, and my mother is from the Kingdom of Ayres. However, they were killed by noble soldiers in a war a few years ago."

"I was originally a farmer on the border of the empire. After the demons invaded, they slaughtered our village and blocked the way to the south, so I had to get on the caravan's boat and head north."

"Are you the only one in your family?"

Ji Ji asked curiously.

Old John was silent for a moment, his expression gloomy:

"My wife, and my two children, are dead."

Hearing this, a trace of apology flashed on Ji Ji's face:

"Sorry... I shouldn't have asked, the devil is very evil and cruel, destroying many happy families..."

"No...not a demon."

Old John shook his head.

"Not the devil?"

Ji Ji was slightly taken aback.

Old John clenched his fist, and finally released it feebly.

He sighed and said sadly and indignantly:

"It's a riot!"

"I originally fled with my wife and children, but in the process of escaping, I encountered the rebels of the nobles... The rebels were defeated by demons!"

"At that time, I left my family in the refugee camp and went to the city to find the merchants of the fleet."

"When I come back, my wife and children are already..."

Speaking of this, it seems that he remembered something sad, and Old John's face turned pale and his expression was quite painful:

"They have already killed them..."