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The lobby of the hotel is no longer than twenty yards. It has a bad smell, like a sick, unwashed body for a long time. A simple wooden table lined in two rows is placed from the door to the bar at the other end. A huge wooden wine barrel is placed on the bar and the staircase up to the second floor. There is a half-open wooden door under the staircase. .

The bar was sturdy, but the erected piece was dirty and only the countertop above was wiped clean. There are few windows, only letting in the dim sunlight. There were candles on the dirty tables where villagers were drinking, and Eichenmann could see the black smoke from the burning candles.

The innkeeper is a couple. Both have a stout body. His wife is wider than Rennes. One person holds a beer tray with all the people and brings drinks to Eichmann ’s team.

"It's a terrible beer." The mercenary captain Gandner watched a ray of sediment in the glass roll along the edge of the glass.

The four men, Eichmann, Ganderner, Temple Captain Dyche and Rennes, sat at the long table on the first floor of the hotel. The whole place exudes smelly sweat, muddy alcohol, urine, rotten straw and moldy meat. The ceiling is very low, with heavy black beams. Along the stained wall, the low candle burned gently on the iron support, leaving traces of soot on the dirty surface.

Dai Che said nothing, staring sadly at his blackjack. Renn gave Gedner an unsightly look.

"This is nothing," he said, taking a spit with his mouth wide open, and then spit on the dirty floor. 35xs "Have you been to Ostermaran? They have maggots in their beer"

"You enjoy it, right?" Decher asked, still staring at his slimy drink.

"Fortunately," Ren said contemplatively. "It's not that bad, it can fill your stomach."

Ganderner wrinkled his nose disapprovingly.

"Are you kidding, Rain? Is this a joke you used to say in the Corps?"

"It's not a joke," Ren said with another sip. The rusty liquid left a trace along his thick chin. "It will allow you to march all day, full of maggots. It is also good for the intestines."

"Uh, **** maggot."

"Seriously," Eichenmann was tired of such chatter. "Without your memories, this place is bad enough. Rennes, thank you for your fate that will make us spend only one night in our life here."

Decher looked up, his dark, unshaven face as sour as beer.

"So, what is the plan?" He asked. "Do I need to let the guys know in advance?"

"Yes." Eichmann said. "To a certain extent, they have the right to know."

"What did you tell them?" Ganderner asked to put down the glass. "Have they been involved in this kind of thing before?"

Eichmann placed his callous hands on the table.

"They have dealt with cult issues and they know what to expect and will not escape. When we wiped out the night sect here a few years ago, most of them were with me. That was evil, cruel, and disturbing Scene. They handled it well, I believe them. "

Decher didn't seem convinced.

"I believe you will," Decher said. "Most of the time, I will do the same. But this is not Gaitan, nor Realmas. Witch Hunter, this is Yurbino."

"Yes, I know that."

"Really? Do you really know what you are facing?"

"It's easy to listen to the story, sir." Ganderner interjected. "You will hear many stories about the old woman in the forest. Those about the crying at night, the disappearing baby, the witch's candle flickering under the two moons. This is the story we often hear."

"That's true." Dai Che glanced at his mouth and said a cold smile.

Eichmann took another sip of beer with water and immediately regretted it. He could feel his stomach burning, and he knew it would be a long night.

"So tell me," he said, licking his lips in disgust. "That's why I hired you. What story should we believe?"

Ganderner looked at Decher, and the two smiled bitterly.

"The best way is to go home directly and forget about it." Decher said. "But now that you have made up your mind, you can do something to increase our chances of survival."

"Walk only during the day and only when the sun is fully raised." Ganderner nodded and added. "Insist on the wide road and don't leave. Especially away from the forest and the sudden appearance of the castle or manor house."

"At night, fire must be raised." The two of them spoke in turn, like an old couple finishing each other's sentences. "It doesn't make sense to try to keep a low profile, we have to burn a lot of wood to keep it light and hot."

"Those monsters hate fire and are afraid of it," Ganderner said. "When we see those monsters, anyone who leaves the team, even for a moment, will become dead."

"These people all know," Ren said impatiently. "They are not stupid."

"Are you sure?" Ganderner asked complacently. "Are you sure one of them will not decide to pee on his own, just on the road, thinking that he will catch up with the others as soon as he finishes?"

"Or one of them might be interested in the sound of the night. They will be interested in the stuff that softens them. It ’s hard for them not to listen. Imagine that late at night, whispering in your ear. Come here By the way, only me and my sisters are here, come with us. "

"Oh, these voices," Ganderner continued with a grin. "Remember, only at night, when you are half asleep and half awake, rushing to every shadow that looks soft and full, they will get you."

Eichmann was stunned. He did not doubt the authenticity of what they said, but he did not approve of their attitude towards enjoying these things.

"You seem to enjoy all this, but I believe your warning." He said. "I want to talk to those people. The local villagers should be well aware of these things."

"No, they don't know." Ganderner's deep voice was serious. "They may know the forest around the town, and the worst situation there is a few hungry wolves, or think that a lonely old man muttering is releasing a spell. They will know nothing, this is Yurbino. "

"It's worse now than before. Something is awake here. It's east here, a few days south from the edge of the forest, and the entire village was looted."

"Farmer," Ryan sniffed. "Not a soldier."

"You don't understand." Ganderner put down the glass, looked at Rennes and Eichmannen seriously, and said firmly. "The dead people outside came out at the full moon. The same is true of the orcs. They will also emerge from the forest. They robbed and took away anyone, and it happened not far away."

"Orcs," Renn nodded. "Maybe that's the case, those people are the orcs' spies."

"If it's an orc problem," Dai Che said with a shaking head. "We can deal with the orcs. I personally trained them. They have beaten the orcs before. We have all played."

Ganderner leaned forward and stared at him coldly. He seemed to want to say nothing, but in the end he said nothing, picked up the glass that was put down, and continued to drink poor beer.

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The lobby of the hotel is no longer than twenty yards. It has a bad smell, like a sick, unwashed body for a long time. A simple wooden table lined in two rows is placed from the door to the bar at the other end. A huge wooden wine barrel is placed on the bar and the staircase up to the second floor. There is a half-open wooden door under the staircase. .

The bar was sturdy, but the erected piece was dirty and only the countertop above was wiped clean. There are few windows, only letting in the dim sunlight. There were candles on the dirty tables where villagers were drinking, and Eichenmann could see the black smoke from the burning candles.

The innkeeper is a couple. Both have a stout body. His wife is wider than Rennes. One person holds a beer tray with all the people and brings drinks to Eichmann ’s team.

"It's a terrible beer." The mercenary captain Gandner watched a ray of sediment in the glass roll along the edge of the glass.

The four men, Eichmann, Ganderner, Temple Captain Dyche and Rennes, sat at the long table on the first floor of the hotel. The whole place exudes smelly sweat, muddy alcohol, urine, rotten straw and moldy meat. The ceiling is very low, with heavy black beams. Along the stained wall, the low candle burned gently on the iron support, leaving traces of soot on the dirty surface.

Dai Che said nothing, staring sadly at his blackjack. Renn gave Gedner an unsightly look.

"This is nothing," he said, taking a spit with his mouth wide open, and then spit on the dirty floor. 35xs "Have you been to Ostermaran? They have maggots in their beer"

"You enjoy it, right?" Decher asked, still staring at his slimy drink.

"Fortunately," Ren said contemplatively. "It's not that bad, it can fill your stomach."

Ganderner wrinkled his nose disapprovingly.

"Are you kidding, Rain? Is this a joke you used to say in the Corps?"

"It's not a joke," Ren said with another sip. The rusty liquid left a trace along his thick chin. "It will allow you to march all day, full of maggots. It is also good for the intestines."

"Uh, **** maggot."

"Seriously," Eichenmann was tired of such chatter. "Without your memories, this place is bad enough. Rennes, thank you for your fate that will make us spend only one night in our life here."

Decher looked up, his dark, unshaven face as sour as beer.

"So, what is the plan?" He asked. "Do I need to let the guys know in advance?"

"Yes." Eichmann said. "To a certain extent, they have the right to know."

"What did you tell them?" Ganderner asked to put down the glass. "Have they been involved in this kind of thing before?"

Eichmann placed his callous hands on the table.

"They have dealt with cult issues and they know what to expect and will not escape. When we wiped out the night sect here a few years ago, most of them were with me. That was evil, cruel, and disturbing Scene. They handled it well, I believe them. "

Decher didn't seem convinced.

"I believe you will," Decher said. "Most of the time, I will do the same. But this is not Gaitan, nor Realmas. Witch Hunter, this is Yurbino."

"Yes, I know that."

"Really? Do you really know what you are facing?"

"It's easy to listen to the story, sir." Ganderner interjected. "You will hear many stories about the old woman in the forest. Those about the crying at night, the disappearing baby, the witch's candle flickering under the two moons. This is the story we often hear."

"That's true." Dai Che glanced at his mouth and said a cold smile.

Eichmann took another sip of beer with water and immediately regretted it. He could feel his stomach burning, and he knew it would be a long night.

"So tell me," he said, licking his lips in disgust. "That's why I hired you. What story should we believe?"

Ganderner looked at Decher, and the two smiled bitterly.

"The best way is to go home directly and forget about it." Decher said. "But now that you have made up your mind, you can do something to increase our chances of survival."

"Walk only during the day and only when the sun is fully raised." Ganderner nodded and added. "Insist on the wide road and don't leave. Especially away from the forest and the sudden appearance of the castle or manor house."

"At night, fire must be raised." The two of them spoke in turn, like an old couple finishing each other's sentences. "It doesn't make sense to try to keep a low profile, we have to burn a lot of wood to keep it light and hot."

"Those monsters hate fire and are afraid of it," Ganderner said. "When we see those monsters, anyone who leaves the team, even for a moment, will become dead."

"These people all know," Ren said impatiently. "They are not stupid."

"Are you sure?" Ganderner asked complacently. "Are you sure one of them will not decide to pee on his own, just on the road, thinking that he will catch up with the others as soon as he finishes?"

"Or one of them might be interested in the sound of the night. They will be interested in the stuff that softens them. It ’s hard for them not to listen. Imagine that late at night, whispering in your ear. Come here By the way, only me and my sisters are here, come with us. "

"Oh ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ these voices," Ganderner continued with a grin. "Remember, only at night, when you are half asleep and half awake, rushing to every shadow that looks soft and full, they will get you."

Eichmann was stunned. He did not doubt the authenticity of what they said, but he did not approve of their attitude towards enjoying these things.

"You seem to enjoy all this, but I believe your warning." He said. "I want to talk to those people. The local villagers should be well aware of these things."

"No, they don't know." Ganderner's deep voice was serious. "They may know the forest around the town, and the worst situation there is a few hungry wolves, or think that a lonely old man muttering is releasing a spell. They will know nothing, this is Yurbino. "

"It's worse now than before. Something is awake here. It's east here, a few days south from the edge of the forest, and the entire village was looted."

"Farmer," Ryan sniffed. "Not a soldier."

"You don't understand." Ganderner put down the glass, looked at Rennes and Eichmannen seriously, and said firmly. "The dead people outside came out at the full moon. The same is true of the orcs. They will also emerge from the forest. They robbed and took away anyone, and it happened not far away."

"Orcs," Renn nodded. "Maybe that's the case, those people are the orcs' spies."

"If it's an orc problem," Dai Che said with a shaking head. "We can deal with the orcs. I personally trained them. They have beaten the orcs before. We have all played."

Ganderner leaned forward and stared at him coldly. He seemed to want to say nothing, but in the end he said nothing, picked up the glass that was put down, and continued to drink poor beer.