Vol 2 Chapter 808: Moving

"Gold...Golden pounds?!"
Seeing the elf pull out the golden pound from his arms, Old John's eyes straightened.
But soon, he felt the fiery eyes cast from the tavern, making his heart jump.
A gold pound...may be nothing in the eyes of professionals, but for many apprentices or attendants who have not stepped into the Dark Iron level, as well as most drunks and idlers in the tavern, it is a huge sum. Money.
Old John is no better than the bartender, with his back leaning on the tavern. Speaking of it... The Black Walnut Tavern can be safely opened in the civilian area to this day, and it has originally been inextricably related to the gang in the slum, let alone a gold pound. Yes, even if it was ten gold pounds, no one dared to call the bartender's attention.
But Old John is different, he is just a helpless free man.
If he did receive the golden pound, he had no doubt that after the elf left, he would definitely be targeted.
There are so many things happening in civilian areas that even the soldiers of the security team will not take care of them.
Do not……
Those soldiers were thankful for not hitting him with crooked ideas.
Thinking of this, Old John looked away from the golden pound with difficulty, and smiled bitterly:
"Master Elf, you helped me heal my injury. I am already very grateful. I am willing to take you around the mine to see, but the reward is not needed..."
With that said, he glanced at the Erguotou the elves had ordered, and swallowed:
"If... if you want, why not buy me a glass of this wine, I've wanted to taste it a long time ago, I don't know what it's like."
Hearing what Old John said, the elf warrior was taken aback.
His gaze swept across the tavern, and many people who looked at here withdrew their gazes.
Noticing the flicker in his eyes, the eyes of the elf warrior flashed suddenly.
"Sorry, I understand, but I was not thoughtful."
He nodded.
Then, he glanced at the old John in Erguotou in his hand longingly, showing a bright smile, and said to the bartender:
"Another glass of white wine."
"Okay, dear Elf."
Soon, in the envy of everyone, 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 here! His old John could one day drink this kind of wine that can only be drunk by nobles!
He sniffed carefully, a touch of intoxication passed through his expression.
He felt that he smelled the golden pound.
Old John held the wine glass in his hand preciously, leaned forward, and took a sip.
The pungent drink was very irritating, and he couldn't hold back for a while, coughing violently, causing the elf warrior on the side to laugh:
"Hahaha, drink slowly, drink slowly, this wine is produced by our Fairy Forest, and it has great stamina."
"Cough cough cough... This smells, it feels weird, do the nobles like to drink this? I'm not used to it..."
Old John coughed and said, tears coming out of his eyes.
He doesn't understand the nobility more and more. I don't know why this wine is so popular. To be honest, he thinks it's not as good as the inferior ale he drank!
"Hey, this is still added with water. If you don't add the pure original with water, the stamina will be greater."
The elf smiled.
"Add...Add water?"
Old John's eyes widened.
He looked at the white wine in his hand, it was hard to imagine how exciting it would be without adding water...
The bartender on the side was a little embarrassed:
"Ahem... Elf, this wine is made with water, every tavern will make it, because the taste is too strong, but if you want... I can get you some more without water, but the price may have to be changed. Many times..."
"No, no, I'm actually not used to drinking Erguotou, it's better to drink fairy tea."
The elf warrior waved his hand indifferently.
After drinking the wine, the three elves left the tavern, and Old John followed.
The weather today is very good, the sun shines on him very warm, I don't know if it is because of the wine, old John feels a little dizzy.
This wine...the stamina does seem to be a bit big.
He felt a little fluttering when he walked, and even his head was a little bit painful.
Until another burst of light shone on his body, Old John felt a cool force pouring into his body, turning around in a circle.
Then, the dizziness and the faint headache all disappeared.
Not only that, even the filth that had accumulated on his body for months without washing has disappeared, and his messy hair is not so messed up.
Feeling the changes in his body, Old John raised his head in shock and looked at the elves, only to see that the beautiful female elves was slowly putting down the magic wand in her hand.
"This is purification magic, which can sober up alcohol and clean the body."
She smiled and explained.
The smile was so sweet that Old John felt flattered again.
"Thank you...thank you...beautiful elves."
He quickly thanked.
Although he has never had the habit of washing his body, this refreshing feeling is very good.
"You can call me 苳苳, my name is 苳苳·Shifeng."
The elf girl said gently.
And the elf warrior also pointed to himself, with a triumphant expression on his face:
"Demacia, Demacia Flame."
As for the black-haired elf druid who was obviously the leader, he said kindly:
"My name is Li Mu, Li Mu·Shadow."
As he said, he looked up and down the clothes and shoes on Old John again, pondered for a moment, a light flashed in his hand, and a new set of human civilian clothes appeared like a magic:
"Your clothes are badly damaged. Put on a new set. I just don't know if it fits."
Looking at the brand-new clothes, Old John's eyes widened.
God is here! This material... is definitely a good material produced by the Kingdom of Ayers!
He has only seen those wealthy civilians in the inner city!
I'm afraid this set of clothes will be worth fifty silver coins!
This scale is very good, because the clothes at this price are high-profile, but they will not be targeted by others.
Anyway... will not bring risks like a gold pound.
"This this……"
Old John was inexplicably cautious.
Until the elf stuffed the clothes into his hands:
"Take it, I still have many sets, and you should change your clothes."
Old John trembled and took his clothes away, feeling a little moved in his heart.
He has been in the north for a year, and in this year, no one has treated him so well.
He was ruined by demons, his homeland was destroyed by rebels, he was defrauded by black-hearted merchants who transported refugees, and he was met by robbers, and he was robbed of his last property...
When he came to Luc City, he was first bullied by other refugees. After he found a job, he was deducted from his wages. He was living and sleeping every day, and his health was deteriorating. He didn't know how long he could hold on.
Not to mention, he was beaten up by the nobles before.
If he didn't encounter these elves, he really didn't know what to do next and what to do with his previous injuries.
Maybe... he may not be able to survive this year.
There is no spare labor, the source of income is lost, and the physical condition has deteriorated... refugees like him can only wait to die slowly.
Refugees who died in this way can be seen everywhere in the territory, and they are finally collected by the church, wrapped in a shroud and burned.
And that is not because the church is kind, but because the church is worried that no matter the dead body will breed the dead.
It can be said that even if refugees like them die, no one cares.
In the growing despair, the eternal church he believed in did not lend a helping hand to him. In the end, it was the cruel elves in the mouth of the church who reached out to him...
Although it was just a glass of wine and a set of clothing, it shone into his heart like a light in the dark.
Thinking of this, Old John's eyes gradually moistened.
"Thank you... thank you... benevolent elves... thank you..."
He kept bowing, his voice choked, and in the end he couldn't help crying.
As an adult male, Old John is very strong and fragile.
The collapse of his family and death did not overwhelm him, and the downfall of the past year has not overwhelmed him, but at this moment the care of the elves has become the last straw that overwhelms the camel, touching the softest part of his heart.
That was the soft part that he hid in the deepest part of the soul for a long time, pretending to be strong.
Pain, grievance, and sorrow all rushed up in an instant and broke out completely.
"Don't cry, go get dressed, this is what we should do."
Drew the elf named Li Mu sighed and patted him on the back.
Old John sniffed, bowed deeply, and then ran to the back of the tavern holding his clothes.
He remembered that there was a warehouse where he could change clothes.
After a few minutes, when Old John came to the elf again, his appearance had changed drastically.
After putting on neat clothes, he became more energetic, and he no longer looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies, and finally had a younger look.
Wearing soft and comfortable clothes and shoes, Old John felt like he was completely reborn. It seemed that even the sky was bluer than before, and the sun was warmer.
"Not bad, good, very suitable."
Seeing him, the elves lit up and nodded secretly.
Old John's foundation is not bad at first. After this dressing up, he looks unexpectedly handsome, like a weather-beaten old handsome man with his own story.
Old John was a little embarrassed when he was praised by the elves.
He squeezed the newly changed clothes, and said with some embarrassment:
"It's the clothes an adult gave me."
"Nothing, this is what we should do."
The elf druid named Li Mu waved his hand and smiled.
The warrior who claimed to be Demacia also nodded and said with a pious face:
"Yes, Lord Goddess also taught us that all beings are equal, and the strong should also help the weak. Only when everyone works together can we create a better future."
As he said, he drew a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest, with a holy face.
"Female... Lord Goddess..."
Seeing the other party's fanatical appearance, Old John murmured, and his heart was deeply moved.
The troubadour said that the goddess of life is a kind and powerful god, and now it seems that it is like this.
The Eternal Church deceived him again!
How could the goddess of life be as unbearable as they said, obviously such a kind and just existence!
Otherwise, how could the elves who believe in Him be so kind and friendly?
Their hearts are just like their appearance, beautiful and noble!
At this moment, old John's heart has an infinite affection for the elves and the goddess of life...
At the same time, I have a little curiosity about the legendary Church of Life.
Life Church... what kind of church is it?
Fengyue Liberty Collar... Is it really as dreamy as the rumors say?
However, knowing that he still has work to do now, he suppressed his curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, Old John showed a bright smile and said respectfully:
"Master Li Mu, Master Demacia, Master Li, thank you, I am ready, am I going to the mine now?"
"No hurry, no hurry, we have other companions, in the inner city, they will come here in a while, let's wait here for a while."
Li Mu shook his head and said.
As he said, he looked at Old John again, his eyes stopped on his dark skin color and hair, and the three-dimensional and deep eye sockets, and asked curiously:
"Looking at your appearance, it seems to be a bit of a person from the Kingdom of Aris. Why didn't you go to the south? How did you escape to the north of the mainland?
After hearing what he said, Old John scratched his head and said:
"Yes, I do have half of the blood of the kingdom of Ayers. My father is from the Empire and my mother is from the Kingdom of Ayers. 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 devil invaded, we slaughtered our village and blocked the way to the south, so I had to board the caravan's ship and head north."
"Are you alone in your family?"
Chuan 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 across Hui's face:
"Sorry... I shouldn't ask, the devil is very evil and cruel, and ruined many happy families..."
"No... not a demon."
Old John shook his head~EbookFREE.me~ Not a demon? "
Zhu Li was taken aback for a while.
Old John clenched his fist, and finally loosened it weakly.
He sighed and said sadly and a little angrily:
"It's a rebel!"
"I originally fleeed with my wife and children, but in the process of fleeing, I encountered aristocratic rebellion... the rebellion defeated by the devil!"
"At that time, I left my family in the refugee camp and went to the city to find merchants in the fleet by myself."
"When I come back, my wife and children are already..."
Speaking of this, it seemed that he was thinking of sad things, Old John's face became pale, and his expression was quite painful:
"They have all been killed..."