Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Lady boss, please serve two glasses of wine."

Mo Rong sat at the bar of the alley tavern and said to the proprietress who was having a drink.

"Please wait a moment, I'll call you right away."

Because of the fine wine brewed by the landlady, the tavern has an endless stream of drinkers. There are regular patrons and new customers every day. As long as they are regular visitors, the landlady can remember them just by taking a glance.

With a bang, two large glasses of emerald green wine were pushed in front of Mo Rong.

The swaying snow-white wine foam continued to cover the wine, which looked like Xueshuang lying lazily on the grass. Mo Rong stared blankly at the wine glass, wandering away from the world.

After the landlady was busy for a while, she returned to the bar to relax, but seeing that Mo Rong was still drinking in front of him, she couldn't help but look at him curiously.

She didn't dare to say that her memory was amazing, but the person sitting in front of her, wrapped in gray cloth and deliberately covering up her appearance, always felt familiar to her, but she couldn't recall it no matter how hard she tried. Seeing that Mo Rong was alone in a daze, she asked :

"Guest, this isn't your first time here, is it?"

The words of the landlady brought Mo Rong back to his senses. He nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, I can barely be considered a regular customer."

As he spoke, he picked up one of the wine glasses and took a swig.

"Are you a regular customer? Alas, I am old. Please forgive me for my memory, but I really can't remember it clearly."

The landlady patted her head, shook her head and smiled.

After Mo Rong hesitated for a moment, he took off some of the gray cloth facing the landlady, revealing his face.

"In this case, do you remember it?"

The boss's wife's eyes trembled and she quickly turned around to look around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she hurriedly pulled up Mo Rong's gray cloth and covered his face.

"It turns out it's you, Brother Champion, why are you back?"

The proprietress lowered her voice deliberately, and the words could only be heard clearly between the two of them.

Mo Rong looked back towards the door, raised his head again, staring at the stone wall not knowing what he was looking at, and then turned his head to answer the boss's wife's words.

"I have something to do, so I'll be back soon."

"This... this..., little brother, you... ugh..."

The landlady stopped talking and sighed.

"Madam boss, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'm not a person who doesn't tolerate bad things."

"Brother, why did you do that kind of thing?"

"A man broke into the Soul Sanctuary without permission, attacked the sentry inside, and stole something?"

"Now that's good, everyone in the city thinks that you, the champion, are a bad person. I heard on the street that your reputation has become much worse."

The landlady looked pityful, feeling that Mo Rong had really ruined his future. No matter how much he was the champion of the trial in the city, he would never end up in this situation.

"By the way, where is the little brother who accompanied you here before?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he patted his head again.

"Sorry, I forgot. That little brother became a guard and is probably still in the palace now."

"Gulu... Boss lady, everyone thinks I'm a bad person, aren't you afraid of me?"

The landlady waved her hand and said with a smile: "There are a few people in this world who are willing to be bad guys. I see you are kind, and you can make friends with the guard guy. You must be a good person."

"Although I think it's irrational for you to break into the Soul Sanctuary without permission, you may also be suffering from unspeakable pain. After all, tourists' gossip is only influenced by people with good intentions."

"Hahaha, boss lady, you are more open-minded than others."

After listening to what the landlady said, Mo Rong knew why the passerby he had asked before saw him as if he had seen a ghost and slapped him for doing something bad. Ha, he is indeed a soul master.

Squeak...

The old wooden door of the tavern was pushed open by a big bony hand, and a huge head poked into the interior of the tavern, blocking many lights. The noisy environment instantly became silent, and even the drunken drinkers stared wide-eyed. His eyes, covering his burping mouth, were trembling in fear.

Mo Rong was still chatting with the landlady when he saw her suddenly raise her head, her eyes full of disbelief.

Clap!

The drink, which looked emerald green due to the light, suddenly turned dark. The sound of the broken wooden chairs around him also made Mo Rong see the reason for everyone's surprise.

"You came."

The hunter scratched his head with a finger, looked at the broken wooden chair, and sat helplessly on the ground.

Mo Rong pushed another wine glass in front of him, raised his hand to signal, and then took another sip.

clap clap clap...

The wooden door of the tavern kept hitting the stone wall. In an instant, there were only three people left in the tavern that was full of people just now, but the proprietress did not pay attention. The huge figure in front of her made her even more excited.

"You...you are a hunter..."

She has heard stories about hunters from her fathers since she was a child. Their bony bodies do not match their heads, and their fangs are surrounded by grass balls for hiding. Every hunter has an extremely strong desire to hunt, almost He will not let go of his favorite prey.

Her parents always used this story to scare her when she was unwilling to sleep when she was a child, so she still remembers it.

But it never occurred to her that hunters actually existed.

The hunter ignored the proprietress and instead stretched out a hand in front of Mo Rong. Mo Rong immediately understood what he meant and took out a stone with blue light from his arms and placed it in his palm.

"Life Butterfly, you really found it."

The hunter's eyes narrowed slightly, he picked up the stone with two fingers and placed it in front of him, and couldn't help but admire it.

"The Secret of Life, after so many generations, I have finally completed the supplement to the diary. You have done me a big favor."

"Tell me, what do you want me to help you with?"

Mo Rong did not answer his question immediately, and said curiously: "How did you get in?"

The hunter doesn't look like a good stubble at all. Will the sentries outside the city let him in with peace of mind?

It turns out that the City of Tears is far more inclusive than he imagined.

"Walk in."

"Will they let you in?"

The hunter nodded. He actually felt that those weak bugs wouldn't let him in, but they couldn't stop him. Who knew that they just looked at him slightly strangely and then let him pass.

Mo Rong turned to look at the boss's wife who was still staring at the hunter, and said softly: "Boss, although I'm a little embarrassed, can I ask you to step aside for a moment?"

The proprietress reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the hunter, turned and left the bar, opened the wooden door and walked outside the tavern.

Although she was very curious, she knew what to listen to and what not to listen to.

"You can tell me now, what did you want to do when you came to me?"

"I'm going to kill someone."