My Doomsday Territory

Wangdu, the suburbs.

Civilian living area.

The low-rise houses are scattered and disorderly, the distance between the houses is very short, and the space is close to each other. Sometimes it is necessary to walk sideways.

Mark came to this civilian area according to his memory, and knocked on a wooden door.

"Who?"

Some weak voices came from the wooden door.

Along with the squeaking noise, the door was pulled open, revealing a beard and some haggard face.

He has scars on his face, one cuff hangs empty, and the other hand pulls the wooden door completely open.

"Deputy leader, why are you here, iron egg, wooden teeth, see who is coming!"

The color of surprise flashed in the eyes of the bearded man, and his voice was raised a few decibels.

Then he blurted out and asked, "Deputy Chief, have you investigated the results recently, what happened to the Kuroshio?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man regretted it.

The Winged Corps has been exploring the wall for decades, and there has been little gain. Today, the Corps is getting weaker. They have the intention to understand the truth of the Kuroshio, but they suffer from lack of ability.

Moreover,

Every time the Corps went out of town to investigate, it was a nine-death life. Maybe some comrades were sleeping in the wilderness. The vice regiment came here once, but he uttered such a topic.

The iron eggs and wooden teeth that came out of the house were also a little bit tense and nervous.

Mark suddenly smiled.

It was a hearty smile.

"Yes, we have a lot of gains. Not only have we discovered the surviving humans outside the wall, but also our "Wing Squadron" has received a lot of financial support. I came here this time just to call you old friends... "

There are only a thousand awakeners in the "Wings of the Corps", but in fact, there are not many awakenings who join the "Wings of the Corps" because of dreams and obsession.

It's just that the loss rate of the Corps is too high.

Some people were unbearable and withdrew from the regiment.

Some people are buried in the wilderness.

In addition, I had the idea of ​​draining the last drop of blood for the Corps, but because of injuries and other reasons, I could only withdraw from the Corps and farm with peace of mind.

The bearded man is one of them.

He heard the survivors outside the wall and smiled like a child, but he did not agree with Mark's proposal to call his old partner.

"In recent years, the Corps has given us enough help. Finally, we have funds. It should be used for equipment. Those of us who have been unable to fight, but are more reluctant to drag the Legion."

Iron eggs and wooden teeth nodded again and again.

The three of them were weak and disorderly, but the insiders could perceive the rich qi of them, and they were battle-hardened soldiers.

"Who says you are a waste..."

Mark turned his wrist and took out a bottle of reddish and a bottle of emerald green. The cap was opened and swallowed into the mouth of the bearded man.

"The two bottles of potion are provided by the big boss. If you don't drink it, it's a waste."

The bearded man's eyes widened and he grunted, and the liquid contained in his mouth slipped into his body along the throat.

Suddenly,

A stream of warm energy flows through the limbs and infiltrates the internal organs.

Some beard wounds on the bearded man's body were splattered with black blood and scabed and shed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Some scars were slowly recovering.

The disordered breath became stable, the familiar power returned, and only a faint breath of one or two weights remained, rising continuously, and finally staying at the peak of the awakening of the nineth heavy.

Except that his left arm remained empty, he had completely recovered.

"This, this is probably a master potion...how can it be wasted on me!"

The bearded man trembles.

It's mad.

Master potions!

Two bottles, one bottle to restore the injury, and one bottle to supplement vitality...

Only if the master pharmacy personally shot, there are so many possibilities of refining success, coupled with the preciousness of the raw materials, these two bottles of restoration pharmacy are of great value.

It is priceless and no market!

The powerful middle-class nobility may not be able to get it.

Even if it is a great noble, suddenly using two bottles of master potions, it is very likely to be painful.

He was so drunk?

There was an urge to spit out to see if there was any medicine.

It's just that the bearded man knew that the medicinal effects had been absorbed by himself.

So far, it is only a matter of fate.

then,

He saw Mark's wrist flip and a few bottles of medicine appeared in his hand.

Light red, green.

"No waste, just master potions, the big boss is not that bad."

"..."

...

Wangdu, the outer city.

A group of free mercenaries hooked their shoulders and walked into a tavern.

The orange flame was beating, emitting a soft light.

"I heard that Baron Shimizu and Baron Sweet Potato are working again. Hey, there is business again these days."

"Hush, I heard that the patrol corps has been fishing for law enforcement recently, and if they are caught, they won't leave you any gold coins."

"I'm afraid! I don't want money, it's a big deal!"

A drunken mercenary shouted, and the tavern was filled with cheerful breath.

The conversation continued, either complaining about the lack of oil and water in the mission, or mentioning which unlucky mercenary was not careful enough, and was discovered by the nobles and killed alive.

No matter how mercenaries are high-risk industries.

suddenly,

Surprise shouts from the street outside the door overwhelmed the noise in the tavern.

"Have you heard, the Night Pub opens 40% off for three consecutive days!"

"It's the newly opened tavern across the street to the east? I heard that it was built more luxuriously than the inner city tavern, and the variety of wine is more abundant. I have been there once as a friend and said that it will be unforgettable all my life. Ordinary pub."

"The noble master said yes, hurry up, I'm afraid I won't have a seat late!"

The shout went quickly.

Under the dim light, the customers in the tavern looked at each other.

New pub?

Is the wine so delicious?Make people want to stop?

Customers in the tavern are dubious, but a newly opened tavern, whose popularity has spread so quickly, can also explain its uniqueness.

They simply couldn't imagine how much source crystal was spent in secret in order to gain the reputation of the night tavern and the green shade entertainment city, and they used various marketing methods.

Many wine recipes were purchased by Tang Yu from the system market. They have a unique taste, and the people of the big food empire say great, not to mention a group of mercenaries who are not very knowledgeable.

The taste of alcohol has long been inextricable.

Word of mouth naturally fermented.

When more and more free mercenaries came to the night tavern with neon lights, they found that the seats in the ordinary area of ​​the tavern were already crowded.

Even many nobles...

From the beginning of resistance, I looked down on the taverns in the outer city.

When I heard about the exquisite decoration of the tavern, after the high-end grade, I was doubtful.

Then sneaking into the aristocratic area with the entourage, I was afraid of being discovered by others, and I was reduced to consumption in civilian neighborhoods. I was afraid that I would be laughed at... acquaintance.

Intersect perspectives, continue to pretend not to know, the air is filled with embarrassment.

till the end,

All kinds of drinks were placed at their tables.

There is a scorching shock at the entrance, like a volcano erupting in the throat, full of scorched fire dragon wine; there is also a cool, long-lasting Qingtan wine... no matter how tricky people can taste in the dark night tavern Find your favorite one.

It tastes so good!

then,

I don’t know when the nobles who were ashamed to enter the outer city suddenly suddenly...

"Have you ever been to the Dark Night Pub? What? Haven't heard of it?"

A pair of disdainful eyes swept away, and the isolated nobleman was blinded at once.

What did I miss?