Pokemon phobia

After half a month, Tai Lun never found the opportunity to continue to confess, but a piece of news from the Berland Empire gradually spread to this place.

"Hey, have you guys heard? The news from the Berland Empire..."

"You said 'Havoc'?"

"Of course I've heard of it. Who else doesn't know the news. But who knows if it's true or not."

"Tsk, I heard that the news about them was told by 'God', but now the Holy See of Light is gone..."

"Isn't the Holy See of Light still there, or even the 'god' is gone, hahahaha!"

"Haha, those god sticks are dumbfounded."

"So the news is true?"

"Whether it's true or not, I'm sure I won't go to this muddy water anyway."

"Hey, coward Tangji, you bastard, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

……

"My guest, your ale."

Tai Lun came back to his senses, took the ale in the terracotta cup and put it in front of him, picked up a fork and forked a piece of fruit into his mouth to chew slowly.

The human mercenaries behind them were as heartless as ever, their topic only stayed on this news for a moment, and soon they talked about women and wine.

catastrophe.

Bright Holy See.

Taryn narrowed his eyes slightly.

He still remembered the day when he picked up Carlos who had turned into an eagle in the Shadowmoon Forest, when he met the magical Bishop of the Holy See, Ange, who came to look for the Forbidden Curse Mage, Major.Anger mentioned the word "catastrophe" that time, and at the same time claimed that this was the prophecy of the "angel of the gods", and the World Tree of the Forest of Elves also confirmed this.

At the beginning, he didn't take this matter to heart, and he put it behind him in a blink of an eye, but looking back now, the Beran Empire probably had a rift with the Holy See at that time, and Anger was unlikely to believe so much in those "gods". What's more, with the Bright Dragon shrunk in the Dragon Domain, he doesn't think that the Bright Holy See can get any crisis that he can't even detect.

So this news——

It was the forest of elves who told them.

Tai Lun gently put the fork back on the plate, and the look in the eyes hidden under the hood became more and more cold.

While taking refuge in the Tower of the Sages, they secretly collude with the high elves... What do Bran and his group want to do?Bet on both sides, double surrender?

But the focus now is not on the Bran Empire, but on the so-called "catastrophe".Tyron remembered the gray-haired elf who suddenly appeared in the Sage's Tower, and his judgment of the authenticity of this matter improved a little.

At this moment, a person opened the curtain and entered the tavern, and the tavern suddenly became noisy.Tai Lun looked sideways, and saw that the person who came was a rather romantic and handsome bard. He had a harp slung across his back, and his short curly wine-red hair complemented his fair skin.

The mercenaries here seem to know him: "Joseph! Long time no see!"

"Yes, Joseph, where have you been all this time?"

"Joseph, any interesting new stories?"

The bard smiled and sat down at the bar, right next to Tyron.The bartender immediately brought up a glass of ale enthusiastically, and the mercenaries also gathered over one after another.

The suddenly strong smell of leather and sweat made Tai Lun frowned slightly, thinking whether he should leave here as soon as possible.

"New stories, of course." The bard leaned on the bar and sipped his drink enjoyingly, "But I'm not going to tell—don't worry, you all should have heard of 'Havoc', right?"

He looked at the involuntarily focused eyes of the mercenaries, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Then do you know what 'Havoc' is?"

Tai Lun, who was about to leave, paused.

"Don't be a fool!"

"Do you know what's inside?"

"Say it quickly, I invite you to drink."

The bard whetted everyone's appetites before continuing to say in that unhurried tone: "This is the news I found out from the high elves."

"A few days ago, I was invited to attend the inauguration ceremony of the new Grand Duke of Chiloa, and I was about to visit my alchemist friend who lived in the Dingyala Desert. A comatose high elf!" The bard exclaimed in an exclamation tone, "I did not hesitate to extend a helping hand to her, and when she woke up, I took good care of this beautiful elf girl until she recovered. She was so thankful to me, we became friends, but she kept refusing to talk about why she was hurting."

Tyron: "..."

Tai Lun silently stuffed another piece of fruit into his mouth, thinking he was bragging.

The bard lowered his voice: "Later, our relationship became closer and closer, and she finally revealed a piece of news—the catastrophe is coming, and the demons are about to reappear in Azela."

"demon?"

"This legendary creature really exists?"

"Joseph, you are not lying to us, are you?"

The bard cut a cut: "Believe it or not, anyway, I have decided to go to the battlefield. It will take a lot of time to go from here to the east coast of the endless sea near the extreme northern glacier, and you won't see it next month." Me!" In his tone, he didn't seem to take those demons seriously, he turned around and patted the short bow on his waist: "See this?"

Everyone looked at the short bow in unison.

This is a short wooden bow engraved with magic patterns. It looks quite plain and simple in appearance. A strong bearded man shouted on the spot: "It's just a low-level enchanted weapon. Joseph, are you bankrupt? Even this All to show off!"

The bard said disdainfully: "What do you know! Although this bow is only enchanted with a three-star toughness, it represents the pinnacle of today's alchemy! I tortured my alchemist friend for a long time, and he finally Let go and sell it to me!"

Tai Lun vaguely had a bad premonition.

The bard raised his bow and proudly showed it around: "This is an absolute masterwork, maybe even the work of a sage! Look at the terrible basic materials and the wonderful enchanting technique... This must be a unique experiment that the master specially conducted to challenge himself."

Tai Lun couldn't bear it anymore, he glanced at the bow calmly.

Tyron: "..."

He recognized this bow. He had just completed his fourth metamorphosis, and he broke a tree branch to make it in exchange for some money.Later, when money was not so tight, he casually threw the bow to a well-known auction house and sold it.

The surrounding mercenaries all gave a "wow".

The bard became more and more proud: "Look, look! This perfect arc, this smooth magic circuit, this abundant and even inscription groove... It will be my amulet, my lucky treasure in the future, and I will be blessed by it." , I will definitely shine on the battlefield!"

Tai Lun felt that his scales were about to explode, so he quietly pulled the hood to cover himself a little more tightly.

The bard drank two more glasses of wine with the mercenaries, and suddenly there was a deafening muffled sound outside the door, followed by pouring rain that instantly flooded the street, and faint exclamations of people came from everywhere.

"Damn it, I didn't bring my rain gear!"

"Ah! God, the water is flooding in!"

"Why is it suddenly raining so heavily?"

The tavern owner and the waiter were busy blocking the door with wooden boards, the mercenaries looked out the window, and some jumped up and started cursing.Among the panicked crowd, only Tai Lun sat there indifferently, stuffing the last piece of fruit into his mouth expressionlessly.

The brown sugar cloud spirit that he had "forgotten" in the sage's tower came back again.

Ah.