"'Red Dragon' Saren." Savos answered briefly. "Now I am 'Savos', the boss of the Blood of the Vine, from the 7th Royal Legion." He began to wipe the bar, "The past is gone.

It’s over, let them stay in the story.”

"but……"

"That's enough!" Savos interrupted Karen rudely. He raised his head, and Karen saw a pair of weathered and angry eyes, with countless joys and sorrows hidden behind them. The hotel owner hurriedly turned away and said, "To you,

For me, this is a heroic story, a legend that can be talked about, but for me, it is a memory that I don’t want to remember.”

He turned his head back, his eyes piercing Karen like swords, "What are you going to use to compensate me for remembering the past?"

Karen refused to give up, "They all say you are a fictional character."

"Yes, I am a fictional character. The 'Red Dragon' is just the product of a third-rate bard who drank too much. There is no such person, and there is no such thing."

"But I want to know the truth." Karen stepped forward eagerly and clenched her fist to express her determination.

"Ah" Savos let out a long sigh, "You just want to know, right?" He stood up, locked the door, and moved a stool from the back room, "You want the truth of things, but the truth is often dangerous, I must follow

You made it clear that this will be a very long story that may take a week to tell, and I won't take any chances, so when you start listening to it, you may never be able to leave again." Savos looked at Karen, and then

The person nodded in agreement.

"Then let's get started." Karen took out a pen and paper, "You are Saren."

The man who had always called himself Savos suddenly laughed, his eyes ignited with fire, he put down the bottle of wine in his hand, and said in a strange singing tone:
Chapter completed!