As Simoken came over with a mug with a smoked beer and a boiled white egg, he saw the blue-eyed lady looking at Joel wearing a white mask, and Joel reached out to take something out of his cloak pocket and handed it to her.

"Huh?" Do they know each other? Ximoken was stunned for a moment, and then saw the lady with blue eyes showing a look of surprise.

"It's you?!" Ximoken heard her surprised voice. When she walked over, she saw that the blue-eyed lady was holding a furry talisman tied with a red rope in her hand.

"What is this?" The silver-brown lady who had sat opposite Joel's table at some point also stood up and then came to the blue-eyed lady, "Oh! Good luck rabbit feet! It's really rare. This thing has increased so much now."

The blue-eyed lady held the lucky rabbit foot in her hand, then looked at the silver-brown-haired lady, "Sister, don't think about it anymore, I won't give it to you."

"Why?" The lady who was called "sister" showed a confused expression, "Isn't my sister's thing the sister's? But when did you meet a man outside who I don't know?" As she said that, "sister" pointed to Joel who was sitting without saying a word.

Ximoken walked over carefully, then put the wine and boiled eggs in front of Joel. Joel nodded slightly at her. Ximoken looked at the three people next to her with some anxiety, but Joel shook his head slightly and signaled her to leave first. So Ximoken had to walk away from the three people. Suddenly she found that the strong man was looking at her seriously again, and she immediately accelerated her pace.

After Ximoken walked away, Aleya continued, "I met outside, there are many men you don't know. There is never a rule like "sister's things are sister's."

"Xiaoya has become bored when she grows up." The "sister" who sat in the seat again stroked her face with her hands.

"Since you know each other, Miss Aleya, this gentleman should not be an enemy, right?" the strong man behind Aleya asked in a deep voice.

"Well, please don't worry, he is not an enemy." Aleya nodded slightly, then looked at Joel's pale mask with her pale blue eyes, "But I didn't expect... No, I should have thought of it a long time ago. After all, that Alps are also running for this Golden Falls, so there is nothing strange about you in such a place."

"Have you met the Alps?" Joel asked Aleya for the first time.

Aleya was also stunned by Joel's voice, but she immediately recovered from her surprise. "Well, I met him in Sentinel Town. He is rushing back from there. If it goes well, he will arrive here tomorrow or the next day."

Joel nodded, then took off his pale mask and placed it on the table.

"Your face...?!" Aleya almost exclaimed when she saw the bandage wrapped around Joel's face. She covered her mouth with her hands, then looked at the tavern and found that someone was looking here.

She immediately walked to the side of "sister" and asked her to move, then sat down, lowered her voice and asked, "They said there was a wanted criminal with a bandage on his face in the city..."

"It should be me," Joel nodded slightly.

"No wonder those people have been looking here since the beginning..." As he said that, the strong man glanced at the tavern seriously, and his hidden gaze immediately avoided.

Joel picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. His burned lips stinged slightly when they touched the wine, but the cold feeling also made Joel relax a little. The burn was still burning, but it continued to make him able to bear it. Perhaps this was also thanks to the "snake blood". Ordinary people might have already started to cry because of the burning pain caused by the burn.

"What did you do?" "Sister" asked curiously.

"Did nothing." Joel replied calmly.

"What happened to you?" Aleya asked softly as she looked at his bandage.

"Nothing." Joel shook his head, then took another sip of wine, and then he began peeling the eggs, "What about you? Didn't you go to the Widow Mountains?"

Aleya paused, then took a deep breath and said, "I'm back."

"No one can come back alive from the Widow Mountains," Joel said, looking at her, "if you do go."

"How are you sure?" asked the strong man next to him.

"I've been looking at that mountain for more than ten years." Jon said lightly.

"What is he talking about?" The silver-brown lady looked at Elea in confusion.

"This... I'll tell you again, sister." Aleya shook her head slightly, and then looked at Joel with her pale blue eyes, "Anyway... it's great to see you again."

Joel nodded slightly, then took a bite of the boiled egg in his hand, and swallowed it with thick cigarettes and wine.

"But, if you talk about the person you know in the canned iron, you should know Anthony?" asked the lady with silver-brown hair.

Joel paused, then finished the boiled egg in one bite, and nodded. So, is she the "acquaintance" that Anthony calls?

"Are you Anthony's subordinate?" said the silver-brown woman, reaching out to pick up Joel's white mask.

Joel grabbed her wrist and suddenly a dangerous aura came from the left. "Let her go." The strong man ordered in a cold voice.

Joel stared at the lady for two seconds before letting go, then reached out and picked up the mask: "I am not someone's subordinate."

"You don't have to be hostile to us." Aleya seemed to sigh.

"Areya," the silver-brown woman rubbed her wrists and raised her eyebrows slightly, "You really got to know a 'sensitive' man."

Joel looked at the lady, then put the mask back on the table, "You mentioned Anthony just now?" he asked.

"Yes." The lady nodded.

"So you are…?"

"Athelan." said the woman with silver-brown hair, "but you may have heard of some other names. Although most of them are boring, I like one of them very much, called "Liehua."

Fierce Flower and Joel nodded, remembering Anthony once said that he asked the Alps to find her. But he didn't expect that she was really here. If that's what he said... this guy seemed to be a big shot.

"Anthony asked me to help him first..." to deal with it, "Enjoy you guys." Joel suddenly began to regret agreeing to the guy's request. He suddenly remembered that it seemed that his request was always a troublesome thing.

"Is that so good, then that's great," Etherland nodded, then reached out, "Can you show me your mask?"

Joel was silent for a moment, then reached out to hand over his mask to Ethran. After Ethran took it, he began to look carefully with his head down, and from time to time he observed it carefully with a lens.

"I'm really sorry," Aleya sighed as she looked at her, and then said to Joel, "because of her 'identification' stunt, it will become like this when you see rare things. Please give me some insight."

Stunt? Joel seems to hear this word occasionally, but he doesn't know what it means, he only classifies it as "mercenary slander" and does not go into the deeper meaning. However, if it is "identification", Joel can barely guess what it means. But did she just rely on this "identification stunt" to see the name and material of "silence" at a glance? This is like magic. Joel was thinking, maybe it is necessary to understand this so-called "special stunt".

"Is fossil wood? So that's it, it's lighter than stone, but harder than wood. This is such a good thing," Etherland nodded, "and it also comes with a special effect, um... curse resistance? What is this?"

"You'll join the new version. After all, there's magic now. It's not strange to have a curse, right?" Aleya said to her.

"So that's it," Ethran nodded, "Is it the special effect brought by the material or the craftsmanship of carving? I really want to study it carefully!" Ethran sighed exaggeratedly as he said.

"..." Joel, who understood what he meant, fell silent.

"Of course! I will definitely not let others help me in vain!" As she said that, she deliberately made the purse on her waist make a sound.

“…”

"Oh, the scabbard and shank of this sword are so seriously damaged! But these are all slightest to me, and they can be easily done!" As she said that, she picked up the black sword placed on the table and looked at it carefully. The shank of the black sword was burned when she escaped from the old house on the fire by the river last time, but Joel had not changed it. After fighting with the monster with the fish head, cracks also appeared on the shank.

“…”

"Hey! Don't go too far!" Ethran frowned.

Finally, Joel sighed. "I won't leave this hotel for the time being," Joel raised his head, "but I still hope you can return it to me tomorrow."

"A word is determined!" As he said that, Ethran picked up the black sword and threw it to the strong man next to him. The strong man hurriedly caught the sword and was almost cut by the blade. "What are you still sitting? Come with me to get the tools!" As he said that, Ethran left without looking back. The strong man hesitated for a moment and immediately followed.

"Thank you for satisfying my sister's willfulness." After the two left in a hurry, Aleya lowered her head and thanked her.

Joel did not reply, but picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

At this time, Ximoken walked over carefully again, "Please, please," she looked at Joel, and then looked at Eleya. Eleya's blue glasses looked at her, "Can these wine glasses be put away? Because the wine glasses in the store are a little too small..." She pointed to the wine glasses of Eleya and the strong man.

"Please," Aleya said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Ximoken said gratefully. She breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to hold the cup, then wiped the wine stains on the table with a rag.

"May I ask..." Aleya looked at her and asked.

"Yes!" Qianmoken turned around nervously.

"Have we seen it somewhere?" Aleya asked looking at Simoken's face, and suddenly she noticed Joel shook his head slightly at her.

"This..." Ximoken looked embarrassed, but in the end she bit her lip, "I used to be a nun in the north."

At this moment, Aleya suddenly remembered something, and then looked at Joel, "I'm sorry, Miss." She said with apologies.

"No, it's okay." After Ximoken said, he left and turned away.

Girls who have been nuns are different from other girls. They learn a lot in the monastery, and after leaving the monastery, they will be tutors or clerks to noble ladies or ladies, or doctors, teachers, or even scholars, but they will not be laundry wives or servants serving wine, because this is considered to be indecent, and it is believed that nuns who have served the divine tree should not serve other things or people unless they are nuns who were driven away by the monastery or escaped from the monastery.

A nun will be driven away by the monastery if he loses his virginity, or as the minstrel sang, a nun leaves the monastery for love... This is a topic that people know and willing to talk about, but for the nun himself, it is a cruel topic.

"She is the nun of Lengstone Town." Aleya looked at Joel, and she found Joel was looking at her, "I have seen her in the Lengstone Town church."

"I know." Joel put down his glass.

"You took her away?" Aleya asked again.

Joel didn't answer.

The two entered a brief silence.

After a while, Aleya's pale blue calm looked at Joel again: "I learned about you, have you found your daughter?"

The most well-informed person in this world is the mercenary... "Yes." Joel nodded.

"It's incredible." Aleya sighed softly, "No matter what... it's incredible." She looked at Joel again, "You look like us."

Are we different? Joel asked himself, no, too many places are different, but too many places are similar. "Are mercenaries... all immortal?" Joel asked. He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, and he felt strange from their conversation in the Alps. The death of his friend... to them, it did not seem like a farewell.

Aleya was silent for a moment, but finally nodded, "That's right," then she paused, "These are prohibited from saying to NPC - NPC means people like you, and they don't need to be with us - but it seems that you do not belong to NPC, so you can tell you this."

"If it was that n…n…"

"npc." Aleya said for him.

"Npc," Joel nodded, a strange name, "What would happen if that Npc?"

"It is impossible to say what is stipulated to be unable to say to NPC, just like... it is like magic to you, unable to make a sound, but even if they hear it, it is okay. NPC will automatically filter out these words, and it is like a gust of wind blowing to them." Aleya replied.

"It's so magical." Although he said so, he was still gradually numb to these "mercenary magic".

"Players—who you call mercenaries will not really die," Aleiyas said for a moment and continued, "If we die, it's strange to say that, we will gain a new body after a while and come to this world."

"New...body?" Joel felt incredible again, "How can you...do it?"
To be continued...