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    The old dwarf¡¯s last inexplicable words made Alvin still confused after he walked out of the pharmacy door, but he finally got over it. It seemed that for some reason (probably because Alvin¡¯s disguise was unknown to most people in the underground world)  Abandoned virtues), and gained the favor of a professional who is likely to be a fourth-level or even stronger professional, which is always a good thing.  It's just that since the old dwarf expressed concern for Maize and even himself, it shows that there are probably other forces doing similar things, which is not a good thing - everyone knows that being targeted by a group of wolves is a bad thing.  As he thought about the result, Alvin felt a little frightened, and even had a feeling that maybe Maize might not be able to come back after going out this time.  Although Ivan had been cursing Maize's demise before, and if financial conditions did not allow it, he even wanted to stab Maize's little paper man, but once he found out that Maize might be finished, he couldn't help but panic. Now  The timing seems wrong!  No matter what, Maize is now his backer and master. It doesn't matter if he dies. Aiwen also has a little confidence that he can survive by his own ability. But Maize is still alive.  The relatively generous tutoring fee has not been dealt with. This huge tutoring fee alone is enough to make people think about dealing with Alvin.  Although the underground world is always dominated by the weak, it obeys a certain order on the surface. Therefore, although Ivan has little fighting power, almost any professional can take the money by force, but they cannot do this. They must  It was done openly, so if they wanted to take the money, they had to find a reason to get rid of Ivan first.  ¡°It¡¯s okay if the money is now in Alvin¡¯s hands. At worst, it will all be donated to Project Hope in Maize¡¯s name. However, the money was withheld by city hall officials on the pretext of calculating taxes.  Ai Wen originally thought that these guys were preventing him from collecting the money and running away while his master was away. Now it seems that they were preparing to find any crime to kill Ai Wen once they were sure that Maize was dead, and then  Confiscate the money or divide it up, and everyone will be happy.  Ivan thought as he walked, and he was scared to death. If such a situation happened and someone in this city wanted to deal with him, then he really wouldn't have the ability to fight back. He could only wait for a knife in the neck, and then  Let's see if we can possess another body - which is obviously a long shot.  Ivan also hopes that this is just him scaring himself, and that the world is not that scary, but it is obvious that the creatures that count on the devil's kindness are now extinct.  In order not to really fall into such a miserable future, Alvin sadly found that he actually had to pray against his will for Maize to return safely.  "Is this guy Maize an idiot? He would do such a dangerous thing!" Ivan couldn't help but complain.  A moment later, Alvin arrived at the door of the tavern, suppressing the bad guesses in his mind. He first guiltily poked his head in to see if his cheap sister Emma was inside, and found that there was no sign of her inside.  She walked in with peace of mind, secretly laughing at herself for being neurotic. Thinking about it, Emma didn't have much money, so how could she continue to eat and drink in the pub.  He found a seat in the corner and sat down, then ordered a piece of cheap grilled lizard meat, and ate it slowly with a sake brewed from a bitter edible mushroom in the tavern.  There are adventurers coming and going in the tavern day and night. It is around six or seven o'clock in the evening, which is the busiest time of the day. All kinds of news are flying all over the small tavern.  Ivan just sat for a while and got his wish and heard a lot of news about the Death Cave from the conversations of some adventurers.  That is some relatively credible information, such as how powerful a certain undead knight who can kill an entire adventure team alone is, and how powerful a certain rotten dragon is that is used to wandering around, often causing others to almost attack.  Shameless, and recently the black lich started to go crazy and kill people randomly.  If it had been placed a few days ago, this information would have made Ivan gloat to Maize, who was going to the Death Cave alone, but now the situation has changed, so when he heard the news again, his brows began to frown.  At midnight, which is the prescribed time in the entire underground world, the number of adventurers in the tavern began to gradually decrease. Ivan had already eaten three portions of barbecue while chewing slowly. He patted his belly that was not bloated at all.  He stood up in the corner and prepared to go back to the hotel.  The only ones left here at this time, except for some drunkards who seemed to be awake all day long, were just some guys whispering in low voices. The remaining few voices were still loud, but the stories they told were clich¨¦s, and Alvin had no interest in listening to them.  A story about fighting hundreds of brain-dead skeleton warriors against the backdrop of an underground abyss and narrowly escaping death, and achieved final victory. ?????????????????????????????????????????? Ivan gently walked around a few large drunken humanoid garbages on the ground, and was about to walk out of the door of the tavern?Suddenly a soft singing came to his ears from another corner of the tavern. Ivan listened to a few words casually. Suddenly, his movements froze. The lyrics that followed the singing were about ancient times.  Stories from a time when the world was still full of light.  Ivan's heart was beating loudly. He touched his waist. The pebbles taken from the bone hammer were lying quietly in his pocket. The cold touch made him feel certain.  In order not to attract Maize's attention, Alvin has never shown concern for the Balrog in front of Maize since he asked about it six days ago. However, this does not mean that he has really given up.  Just waiting for the opportunity.  This song is about things in ancient times, and the Balrog is a high-level demon that only existed before the ancient holy war. Is it possible to think that this singer knows something about the Balrog?  Meeting this singer by chance at a time when the future is uncertain, does it mean that I can turn the current situation around with this encounter?  Ivan felt that the opportunity he had been waiting for seemed to have flown in front of him, and it was up to him whether he could grasp it.  Ivan turned his head and looked towards the corner where the singing came from. He saw an old bard. Regardless of whether he was really knowledgeable or not, just this appearance that had gone through the baptism of time made people laugh.  I think it's very reliable.  Nodding secretly in his heart, Ivan walked straight to the bard who was singing softly, with an excited expression on his face, and asked eagerly: "You were just singing a story about ancient times, right?  Then you must know something about the ancient jihad, right? Can you tell me a story about that time? " " Of course, I know a lot of poems that describe the story of the ancient jihad Let's put it this way, young man.  Man, as long as what you want to know is not the extremely confidential privacy of some big shots, then I should know everything you want to know." The bard stopped singing, looked at Alvin strangely for a while, and touched his chin.  The long white beard on the road.  It has to be said that in this world where little devils generally need to work hard to satisfy their food and clothing needs, Alvin, who seems to be able to leisurely stay in the tavern to eat and drink, is really a conspicuous existence.  After Ivan asked, he also looked at the bard in front of him carefully. When he got closer, he discovered that under his long silver hair was a face with a fairly straight outline. Unfortunately, his skin was loose and wrinkled, and he was so old that Aiwen  Wen couldn't tell what race he was from, let alone the expression on his face. ?????????????????????? But being so old that you can¡¯t even tell your race is a kind of asset. For example, now, the bard is older than Ivan imagined, which makes Ivan even more hopeful about the knowledge in his head.  "Okay, can you tell me about the ancient holy war? About our demon clanthe stories of those powerful high-level demons, do you know anything about this?" Ivan asked eagerly.  "You want to know something about this, this is quite simple" The bard agreed with a smile, but he didn't hear his words for a while.  Looking at the empty wine glass in his hand, Ivan suddenly understood. He turned around and shouted to the sleepy tavern waitress: "Hey, beauty, come and give this old gentleman a bottle of good wine, and I'll pay the bill"  By the way, my name is Alvin, Alvin Jin. I don¡¯t know what I call you, old man.¡±  I'm just an old man who wandered into this city by chance. Just call me Wandering Barr" As the old man said this, he watched eagerly as the waitress brought a bottle of wine over, and then started to fill it up for himself.  After filling up the glass of wine, he took a sip, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, and then put the glass down with satisfaction.  "Wandering Barr? Then I'll call you Old Barr!" Ivan looked at the bottle of wine in his hand with some heartache. It was truly a good wine made from grain and was worth a lot of money. This bottle of wine alone was worth a lot of money.  It was worth five silver coins, enough to put the small treasury he had just replenished on the verge of bankruptcy again - why was it that the waitress had such a good bottle of wine? Couldn't this old man be working as a tavern's trustee like Emma?  Not to mention the little thoughts in Ivan's heart, after Old Barr put down his wine glass, he retracted his hands into his arms and began to gently play the old harp in his arms. After a low prelude, he began to sing.  stand up.  The long verses are like tunes, but if you listen to the song without asking for a clear explanation, it will feel very comfortable.  Once Alvin wants to deeply understand the meaning, he will feel that he cannot understand it, because the lyrics not only quote scriptures, but also often use some rare words for rhyming purposes. Alvin has to think about each sentence for a long time. This is a reflection of the world.  It¡¯s because we don¡¯t know enough about the profound humanities and history.  for this culturalAi Wen could only smile bitterly.  Waiting patiently for Barr's song to end, Ai Wenfang made his request: "Erudite Barr, can you explain those things more clearly? I'm just a young little devil who doesn't know much. Can you tell me  It¡¯s too obscure, I can¡¯t understand it!¡± ¡°That¡¯s it¡­¡± Bard Bard stopped singing, seemed to be seriously considering Alvin¡¯s request, took another sip of wine, and then said leisurely: ¡°Alvin  , you are such a strange little devil It seems that your purpose is not just to listen to war stories. Can you tell me what exactly you want to know? Maybe I can tell you the answer directly" "This"  Ai Wen felt helpless. It seemed that he was still a little anxious. Fortunately, the other party didn't have any ill intentions towards him, so he pointed it out directly.  After pondering for a few seconds, Alvin felt that he still couldn't tell the truth to a stranger, so he felt ashamed and worked hard to create a very ambitious image for himself.  "Let's put it this way, I heard that during the Holy War, high-level demons of our demon clan emerged one after another. I want to know which high-level demon is more powerful. Well, my goal is to evolve into a fire-based magic demon, so I want to  I need to figure out which high-level fire demon is more powerful than magic and demon. A clear goal can help me go further. This you can understand" "Sure enough" Barr understood.  He nodded. It seemed that many people had asked him similar questions over the years.  "You are indeed a strong little devil. I believe you will start to evolve soon. However, I have to tell you regretfully that even if you successfully advance, don't think about becoming a high-level devil, because it involves  The obstacles to cross are hundreds of times more difficult for an intermediate-level demon than to advance from a low-level demon to an intermediate level. It is so difficult that it can make you despair. At least in the recent thousands of years of recorded history, I have never heard of it.  There are successful examples, so you might as well set a feasible goal and improve your strength in a down-to-earth manner.¡±
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