"Gold...Gold Pound?!"

Old John's eyes were straightened when he saw the elf pulling out gold pounds from his arms.

But soon, he felt a hot sight in the tavern, which made his heart rush.

A gold pound... may not be considered a big deal in the eyes of professionals, but it is a huge sum of money for many apprentices or attendants who have not entered the Black Iron Level, as well as most drunkards and idle men in the tavern.

Old John is not as good as a bartender, but is backed by a tavern. Speaking of which... Black Walnut Tavern can be safely opened in a civilian area to this day. It has been closely related to the gangs in the slums. Not to mention a gold pound, even ten gold pounds, no one dares to pay attention to the bartender.

But Old John is different. He is just a helpless and unreliable free man.

If he really received the gold pound, he had no doubt that after the elf left, he would definitely be targeted.

There are too many such things happening in civilian areas, and even the soldiers of the security team don’t care about it.

No……

Thank God for not hitting his bad ideas.

Thinking of this, Old John turned his gaze away from the golden pound with difficulty and said with a wry smile:

"Sir Elf, you helped me heal my injuries. I am very grateful. I am willing to take you to the mine to see it, but the reward is not required..."

As he said that, he glanced at the Erguotou ordered by the elves and swallowed:

"If... if you want, why don't you give me a drink of this kind of wine. I've long wanted to taste it, and I don't know what it tastes like."

After hearing Old John's words, the elf warrior was slightly stunned.

His eyes swept through the tavern, and many people who looked here retracted their gaze.

Noting the flashing in the eyes, a trace of sudden enlightenment flashed in the elf warrior's eyes.

"Sorry, I understand, I didn't think carefully."

He nodded.

Then, he looked at Old John who looked at Erguotou in his hand with a yearning look on his face, and showed a bright smile and said to the bartender:

"Another glass of white wine."

"Okay, respected Elves."

Soon, in the envious sight of everyone, the bartender handed a glass of Erguotou to Old John.

Looking at the clear wine in the cup and smelling the wine that was different from ale, Old John widened his eyes.

The true God is above! Old John can even drink wine that only aristocrats can drink one day!

He sniffed carefully, and a hint of intoxication flashed through his expression.

He felt himself smelling the scent of gold pounds.

Old John held the wine glass in his hand as a treasure, put it up and took a sip.

The spicy drink was very exciting, which made him unable to hold back for a while and coughed violently, causing the elf warriors beside him to laugh:

"Hahaha, drink slowly, drink slowly, this wine is produced by our Elf Forest, and it has great potential."

"Ahem... This taste is weird. Does the nobles like to drink this? I'm a little uncomfortable with it..."

Old John said while coughing, his tears choked.

He was increasingly unable to understand the nobles, and he didn't know why this kind of alcohol was so popular. To be honest, he felt that it was better to drink inferior ale wine!

"Hey, this is still added with water. If you don't add water, the stamina will be stronger."

The elf smiled.

"Add...add water?"

Old John's eyes widened.

He looked at the white wine in his hand. It was hard to imagine how stimulating it would be if it was not added with water...

The bartender on the side was a little embarrassed:

"Ahem... Lord Elf, every tavern will make this wine with water because it tastes too strong, but if you want... I can get you some more water-free, the price may increase several times..."

"No, no, no, I can't get used to Erguotou, so it's better to have elves flower tea."

The elf warrior waved his hand indifferently.

After drinking the wine, the three elves left the tavern, and Old John followed.

The weather is very good today, and the sun shines on you very warmly. I don’t know if it’s because of the wine, Old John felt a little dizzy.

This wine...it seems to be a bit big.

He felt a little light when walking, and even his head hurt slightly.

Until another ray of light enveloped his body, Old John felt a cool force pouring into his body and circling around.

Then, the dizzy feeling and the faint headache disappeared.

Not only that, even the filth that had not been cleaned for several months disappeared, and his messy hair was not so messy.

Feeling the changes in his body, Old John raised his head in shock and looked at the elves, and saw that the beautiful female elves were slowly lowering the magic wand in his hand.

"This is a magic that can sober up and cleanse the body."

She explained with a smile.

The smile was so sweet that Old John was flattered again.

"Thank you... Thank you... the beautiful elf."

He quickly thanked.

Although he has never had the habit of cleaning his body, this refreshing feeling is very good.

"You can call me to pay, my name is Qifeng."

The elf girl said gently.

The elf warrior also pointed at himself, looking proud:

"Demacia, Demacia Flame."

As for the black-haired elf druid who was obviously the leader, he said kindly:

"My name is Li Mu, Li Mu Shadow."

As he said that, he looked up and down at the clothes and shoes of Old John, pondered for a moment, and a new set of human civilian clothes appeared like magic:

"Your clothes are very damaged. Please change into a new one, but I just don't know if it fits."

Old John widened his eyes as he looked at the brand new clothes.

The True God is here! This material... is definitely a good material produced by the Kingdom of Iris!

He has only seen it in the wealthy civilians in the inner city!

I'm afraid this set of clothes will be worth fifty silver coins!

This scale is very good, because although it is a bit high-profile when worn at this price, it will not be targeted by anyone.

Anyway...it won't bring risks like a gold pound.

"This...this..."

Old John was inexplicably a little restrained.

Until the elf stuffed his clothes into his hands:

"Hold it, I still have a lot of sets, and it's time to change your clothes."

Old John trembled and took off his clothes, feeling a little moved.

He has been in the north for a year, and no one has ever treated him so well in this year.

He was destroyed by a demon, and was destroyed by chaos and soldiers. He was transported to refugee bad businessmen to cheat travel expenses. He was robbed of robbers and was robbed of the last little property left...

When he came to Luke's city, he was first bullied by other refugees. After finding a job, he was deducted from his wages. He slept in the open every day and his health was getting worse. He didn't know how long he could last.

Not to mention, I was beaten by the nobles before.

If he hadn't encountered these elves, with his previous injuries, what would happen next, and what would happen? He really didn't know.

Maybe... he may not be able to survive this year.

Without spare labor, losing a source of income, his physical condition worsened... Refugees like him could only wait to die slowly.

Such dead refugees can be seen everywhere in the territory, and finally they were collected by the church and wrapped in a shroud and burned.

And that is not because of the church’s kindness, but because of the church’s concern that no matter the corpse, the dead will be born.

It can be said that no one cares even if refugees like them die.

In the increasing despair, the eternal church he believed in did not lend a helping hand to him. What finally extended a helping hand to him was the cruel elves in the church's mouth...

Although it was just a glass of wine and a set of clothes, it shone into his heart like a light in the darkness.

Thinking of this, Old John's eyes gradually became wet.
To be continued...