Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 402 After the War

After Rhodes and Sam buried the bodies of Edgar and the butcher, they returned to the tavern. The tavern, which had been very lively in the past, became very deserted, and there were not even ten people in the entire hall.

Al didn't die in the fight either, he's sitting at a table helping a chubby tramp singer get his dislocated arm back.

The tavernkeeper sat next to him, cleaning a young adventurer's wound.

Half of the adventurer's left arm was broken, as if it was bitten off by the dragon clan. Depending on the situation, half of the arm needs to be cut off.

The tavernkeeper was clearly experienced in dealing with trauma like this.

He picked up a wooden stick and handed it to the young adventurer: "Bite it, it will hurt very much afterwards."

The young adventurer took the wooden stick with his right hand and bit it in his mouth. He turned his head away and dared not look directly at what would happen next.

The tavern owner picked up the ax on the table next to him and put it on the flame. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Rhodes: "Young man, come here and hold his hand for me."

Rhodes walked aside and pressed the young adventurer's left hand on the wine table. He could clearly feel the young adventurer's body trembling constantly.

The tavernkeeper took a red-hot ax and slashed at the young adventurer's bitten left arm.

The young adventurer grunted while biting the wooden stick in his mouth, cold sweat broke out from his body.

Then the tavern owner took the red hot iron that had been placed in the fire, and stuck it to the place where the young adventurer's left arm was severed.

sizzle.

Rhodes smelled a burning smell, and the young adventurer was panting heavily, and he began to struggle. If Rhodes hadn't pressed his hand on the table, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Okay, you can let him go." The tavernkeeper threw the iron back into the fire.

"If you still want to continue to be an adventurer, you can go to the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop next door to help you customize a weapon mounted on the arm. I have seen someone put a hook and an ax on his severed hand before. Look Not bad to wake up," he added after sitting on the bench.

The young adventurer didn't have the strength to respond to the tavern owner. He was lying on the wine table panting heavily, biting the wooden stick in his mouth, apparently still not recovering.

This world's medicine has not even been enlightened, and there are no doctors who treat civilians, so the injured adventurers are trying to find someone to treat their injuries in the tavern.

Many adventurers are still good at dealing with trauma, and they don't charge fees, they just need to help him pay off the drinks for the past few days.

"Is there anything to eat now?" Rhodes asked, he was still a little hungry after fighting all night.

"The chef in our tavern was dragged out by the guards just now to help clean up the corpses in the city. He didn't participate in the battle all night. I felt refreshed when I saw him being forced to do this kind of thing...

Well, if you want something to eat right now, I can go into the kitchen and make it for you. ’ the tavernkeeper sighed.

"Just make something that can fill your stomach." Al said suddenly.

The tavern owner nodded, and then walked to the back kitchen.

After he left, the chubby wandering singer asked, "Are you still planning to stay here?"

"No, I'm going back to the south." Al replied.

"I'm also planning to go back to the south. I really can't stay here any longer. The place was crowded with people at this time yesterday. Now we are the only ones left." The vagabond singer said.

"What are you planning, Logan?" Al turned to look at Rhodes.

Rhodes froze for a while before realizing that Al was talking to himself. He was in a trance now, and he didn't think of his alias for a while.

"I'm also planning to go back to the south." Rhodes replied, he had already seen the giant dragon and achieved the purpose of this trip, so there was no need to risk his life to stay here.

"Then we can go together." Al nodded, and didn't ask Rhodes why he wanted to go back.

"Do you want to come with us, Sam? You said that you would go to see Weber with me after this battle is over." Rhodes turned to look at Sam, who had remained silent all this time.

"I won't, I want to stay here." Sam shook his head.

Seeing Sam like this, Rhodes didn't try to persuade him.

"The dragons will come back, and there will be no city walls to protect them next time, and no bachelors will sacrifice their lives. If they stay here, they may not even survive. If they are lucky, they can be transformed into monsters like them to survive, maybe After being transformed into such a monster, the soul and thoughts will also change, and even do something to the former partner." Said the slightly fat vagabond singer.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, are you the only one who is smart? Could he not have thought of what you said?" Al interrupted the wandering singer.

"I made some barbecue for you." The tavern owner returned to the tavern lobby with a few large plates: "I won't charge you for this meal, anyway, I'm going to move to the south, and I won't be able to eat the meat until I finish it." Just go to waste.

After you finish eating, sit here and wait for a while, don't rush to sleep, I will refund you the extra part of the rent you gave before, and you can live in this tavern as you like, and I won't charge any money , but no one will clean the room in the future. "

"Where are the cooks and maids in the tavern? Did they follow you to the south?" Al asked.

"It depends on what the family thinks, I want to stay here too, it's where I grew up, the pub still passed from my grandfather to my father and then from my father to me Yes. But my wife and daughter think it's too dangerous and cold here." The tavern owner replied.

"Can you transfer this tavern to me?" The young adventurer who had been enduring the pain suddenly asked.

"I still have a dozen gold coins on me, and I don't know if it's enough..." He added.

"Forget it, forget it, take it if you want, I didn't expect to sell it, even if I did, no one would buy a pub in this city at this time, but you Promise me to take good care of this tavern." The tavern owner waved his hand.

"Thank you, I will take good care of it." The young adventurer looked at the tavern owner and replied seriously.

"So if we want to continue to live, we still have to pay for the room?" the vagabond singer asked.

"No, I won't collect money from anyone who has protected this city." The young adventurer shook his head: "I just hope that those who stay here will have a place to rest."

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(End of this chapter)