Heaven’s Intention

Just as Romon went to the Adventurer's Guild to go through the formalities. In a room of the Kramp firm, Barn, the leader of the small caravan, was talking with his son Fezia.

Fezia is a young man with pale blond hair and a prominent aquiline nose. He is well-proportioned, showing a certain warrior quality.

Fezia. Barn looked at him benevolently, calling his name, What do you think of Romon, a young druid? His tone was full of sophistication.

Father! Fezia didn't answer right away, but frowned and thought for a while, and then said in a very sure tone, This is a very talented person, and at the same time he is very experienced in handling things. .I heard that he used to work as a clerk in Mott's shop, maybe he learned something at that time.

There was a hint of satisfaction on Barn's face, but it disappeared quickly: So, Fezia, are you optimistic about his future?

Fezia was startled, but he immediately replied: Yes, father, I am optimistic about his future. He is a seasoned, talented young man. As long as bad luck does not favor him, he will succeed.

Barnl laughed in satisfaction, and this time he didn't hold back anymore: It's far better to deal with a cub than to face a lion. Fezia, since you are optimistic about the future of Romon, you are like a lion. Like a businessman, invest.

As he spoke, Barn took out a roll of parchment from his arms, which was properly sealed with fire wax on the outside, and a pattern was printed on the fire wax, which was the mark of Barn's caravan.

Fezia's eyes fell on the index finger of his father's right hand, where there was a ring used as the seal of the caravan, and there were wax marks on the ring.

Master Sackville in the city is a respected magician. He is an old friend of mine. He approached me some time ago and asked me to find some junior priests or druid spellcasters for him. He needs someone to make a batch of healing potions for him. After all, mages can make most of the potions, but they cannot be used as healing potions. Now, Fezia, because of your choice, I decided to recommend Romon to him. This letter of recommendation is from You leave it to Romon. Romon is short of money now, I believe you will make him feel your kindness.

Barn solemnly handed the letter of recommendation in his hand to his son.

Fezia nodded, took it and carefully put it away: Father, I will go to the Adventurer's Guild to find him now.

Barn nodded: You go.

When Fezia walked to the door, he heard his father muttering in a low voice: It is said that good wine is the touchstone of character; and women are the weight on the scale of evil.

Fezia felt warm in his heart, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face. It is a sunny afternoon.

When Romon walked out of the Adventurer's Guild, the red clouds in the western sky had covered most of the sky.

Romon! a voice called to him.

He came back from thinking about the future and turned his head to see a young man standing there waving at him.

Romun knew him, Fezia, the son of the Barnir caravan leader.

In Romon's impression, Fezia is a very seasoned businessman, probably thanks to Barn's training. In Feizia, the only thing that belongs to young people is probably that he has a little heart in his heart. Delusional ambition.

Hi, Fezia. Romon also waved his hand.

Romon, how about we find a place to have a drink? Feizia walked up naturally.

As a former employee in the workplace, Romon naturally knew what Fezia's words meant: Romon, I have something to ask you.

Okay. I heard from the old man that wine can cure hangovers. Romon smiled heartily and walked over.

Really? I heard that the bar in Old Velen has a kind of self-brewed fruit wine, which tastes very good. Fezia licked his tongue, To celebrate you becoming an adventurer, how about I invite you this time?

I'd be fine with that.

Romon patted Fezia on the shoulder and said.

It was already slightly dark when the two arrived at the Old Velen Bar in the east of the city. Not many people in the bar. Probably, a little later, adventurers will come here to get drunk.

A fat, bald old man greeted warmly behind the counter: Hey, two young men, what do you want to drink?

Old Velen, take out your fruit wine. Two glasses. Fezia stretched out two fingers and said with a smile, then found a table in the back and sat down, and pulled the chair away for Romon .

Luo Meng sat down with a smile, but his heart was a little shocked. The old man who was standing behind the counter and greeted the guests with a smile had a thin layer of aura on his body. This aura was blood-like red, showing the strong vitality of the owner At the same time, the smell of bloody killing also showed that when this person was young, he also broke through countless fights.

Romon, who had solidified the detection aura, knew deeply that this old man should be a fifth-level fighter.

Knowing this, Romon looked around again. Most of the people in the bar were dressed as adventurers. Compared with the adventurers he had seen in the Mott couple's shop before, their expressions were indeed much better. Some deliberately restrained feeling.

Romon pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled at Fezia and said, This Uncle Velen was not an easy character when he was young.

A look of surprise and admiration appeared on Fezia's face: How do you know?

Luo Meng smiled and said: You know, I used to work as a waiter in a hotel, and adventurers always like to be noisy, but here, when I came in just now, I found that everyone was a bit reserved, and then I observed for a while , I discovered that they always go to see Old Velen behind the counter, then, after observing Old Velen carefully, it is not difficult for me to draw a conclusion.

Fezia applauded lightly: Perhaps, only someone as sensitive as you can get the grace of nature.

Luo Meng smiled. In fact, for many things, once you know the result, and go back and look for the clues beforehand, it is as simple as looking at the lines on your palm.

At this time, the tall waitress came over with two glasses of wine.

Romon, would you like something to eat? Fezia asked, Maybe it's a good idea for this charming girl to recommend the specialty dishes in the store. By the way, lovely girl, what's your name? Fezia turned around to show a man's smiling face.

Yvette, honored guest. The waitress playfully lifted the corner of her skirt and squatted down slightly. In an instant, the white snow on her chest dazzled both of them: it seemed to be a vacuum inside.

Oh, you are so charming, like a princess. Fezia said exaggeratedly.

Luo Meng smiled faintly at the side. In his previous life, after graduating from university, he was a white-collar worker for a short time, and he also accompanied his boss to various romantic places. Such a scene made him feel as if nothing but melancholy. So he raised his glass: A drink to lovely Yvette.

To the lovely Yvette! The few customers in the store heard this sentence, and they all booed and raised their glasses.

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became lively. Wine and women always make men wanton.

Little handsome guy. Yvette leaned closer, and lightly pecked Romon's lips, Compared to your sweet words, I prefer yellow gold coins.

The booing got louder.

At this time, a sharp voice sounded: Yvette, you bastard, you actually fell in love with this little boy!

Looking at the young man who pushed open the door of the hotel and came in angrily, Romon touched his face and smiled wryly: What is this? In Rica, misunderstood by the narrow-minded priest Tenis, is the same scene going to be repeated in the small hotel of Arpus?

Old Velen stopped wiping the wine jug, and he slowly walked out from behind the counter, and then happened to block the path in front of the visitor.

Listen, young man, my Yvette is free. No matter who she likes or doesn't like, this is her freedom. She doesn't like you pestering her, so old Velen doesn't welcome you either.

You despicable bar owner, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? I, Jacob, have a crush on your daughter... The young man seemed to be irritated, but he couldn't say what he said next. That's it--old Velen simply stretched out a hand, grabbed Jacob's neck, and just fell, throwing a young man of over a hundred pounds onto the gravel road outside the bar.

There were schadenfreude giggles in the bar.

But Romon stood up abruptly, just outside the bar, a magical power was violently transforming into the power of flames, accompanied by bursts of magic words, this is...

However, Old Velen's reaction was far faster than Romon's. He rushed out of the door quickly. In Romon's special vision, the bloody red light on Velen's body suddenly jumped like a flame, and followed his rushing figure. Pull out a red afterimage.

The ground trembled slightly, there was a scream, and then it stopped dumb as if being strangled by the neck.

Old Velen's rough voice sounded: A first-level rookie mage dares to use the Palm of Fire to run amok in our Arpus. You don't even know who my old Velen is?

This person is not simple. We, Apus, drew out the camp in one fell swoop. Palm of Flame? Level 1 spell? Romon lowered his head and took a sip from the wooden wine glass, thinking: Sure enough, if an adventurer wants to survive the battle and enjoy a happy old age, muscle alone is not enough.

Fezia whistled: A beautiful charge, and then ended with a perfect trampling. Old Velen is still as powerful as he was when he was young. Don't you go and see? Squeezed towards the swarm of drinkers to watch Nodding their lips, Fezia said to Romon, After all, that poor Mr. Bu is getting such a tragic result because of your jealousy.

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