Blood Source Era

Aaron even guessed what happened to these things before him at this time.

In the face of these things happening in front of him, he also knew clearly that in the face of these things, he had no ability to change what happened in front of him. This terrible scene.

He also had no ability to change, and the same scene that was almost brutal and cruel in front of him.

These homeless people who died in the city, or guys with extremely low status and extremely lowly jobs.

Their bodies will only rot and smell if left in the city, affecting the lives of the wealthy old men.

So although all this is shrouded in unacceptable darkness,

But in such a situation, some people still need to ensure their quality of life.

And because of such a reason, those rich old men certainly do n’t mind spending a little money.

Then find a guy who is going to die, and put those bodies away and throw them into the river.

Just waiting for Heshui to ask these nobody, and no family members' bodies were washed downstream, and then buried deeply in the mud.

Perhaps this is likely to be the case, so the species ends.

In the face of such a thing, Aaron has no ability to change such a scene in front of him.

He could only watch what happened in front of him.

Seeing these unwilling to die like this, the grievances floating in this civilian area.

In the face of these things, is there any other way to solve the problem?

Instead of worrying about those things, Aaron looked down at the muddy ground under his feet.

Looking at the dark muddy ground, Aaron frowned and raised his boots made of calfskin, then stepped in.

In addition, he would have no other way.

In this place where no one cares, and no one takes care of it, Aaron crosses the dirty street and then pushes away the pub where he asks for information.

Although everything in this place and those messy things will make people feel very sick.

But apart from hard work, there is no other way for people to change what they see.

This is why it is in such a situation. Aaron kicked his boots at the door and kicked you aside.

If it was at this usual time, someone like him who appeared to be a hunter, or aristocrat, came to the tavern.

There must be a clever kid, walked up with his rag, and then wiped off the mud and dust on the cowhide boots.

This is their work to solve the problem, and it is also a means for them to make a living.

At this time, the owner of the tavern was holding his pipe, wiping his glass that would never be wiped as usual.

There is no longer any clever ghost who can rush up to help dry his boots.

Aaron, she could barely kick some loose dirt, and then came to the bar.

The business in the tavern looks much lighter because of the sudden change this time.

Even the idlers have disappeared a lot.

Aaron knew the people clearly, and estimated that their bodies were still in the river at this time.

So it is in such a situation that Aaron is watching the surrounding conditions and the changes in the surrounding conditions.

He leaned on the bar and then said the owner of the slightly pale pub.

"It seems that your business has broken a lot recently."

Facing what Aaron said at this time, the owner of the tavern finally put down the wine glass in his hands that would never stop wiping.

"So, or the blood of the high elves?"

The other party had already prepared everything, and then took out the bottle.

And Aaron didn't make much explanation, but directly expressed his thoughts with his own actions.

He reached out and put the freshly cleaned cup in front of him.

Opening the cork's tantalizing scent of blood scented out, and everyone in the tavern fell into Aaron's glass.

And when their eyes fell on the sword that Aaron hung, and his hunter's logo.

These people have consciously narrowed their greedy eyes.

Some things can be done, and some things can't work. They still know this more or less clearly.

Facing a hunter, it is best not to choose to provoke him.

Aaron picked up the wine glass and sniffed the tantalizing aroma. For him who had become a vampire, this was the only taste he could taste.

It seemed that for a while, he had not drunk the blood of these elves.

He sniffed his nose slightly and sniffed the unfamiliar smell, then he drank the blood from the cup.

The familiar taste is still the familiar proportion.

This guy is still mixed with some other blood.

In such a state, he can more and more clearly smell the different tastes of blood and blood.

However, at this time, he did not have much to condemn the old friend in front of him.

Because things do n’t need to be condemned too much.

Everyone already knows roughly what kind of situation this is, and in such a situation.

Aaron took a deep breath. As soon as he put down his life, the owner of the tavern refilled the blood in his glass again.

"I didn't expect that the first person I saw when I returned to the Imperial Capital was actually a guy like you."

"It looks like this is my honor? But don't expect this to save you the bill."

As he said, he raised his hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was knocked on the table.

"It's still the old rules, a cup of blood, a silver coin, there is nothing else to say."

Of course Aaron will not owe anything at this time in order to make this guy any penny.

However, he did not come here to enjoy the blood he had not enjoyed for so long.

Aaron came here to understand what the **** happened to the current emperor capital.

What should I know about this matter?

The guy in front of me is the best person who can explain and elaborate a question.

Apart from him, Aaron felt that it would be inappropriate to find anyone else.

Only he can answer his questions honestly. Epoch of blood