Warriors will die if they charge.

Chapter 97 You always seem to be surrounded by many beautiful girls

"Would it be convenient to talk, Reverend Victor?"

Victor also wanted to talk to Eileen, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity along the way. Marcus and Bardin were really good at interrupting and joking around, and they could bring up playing cards, drinking, and gold in any topic, and then casually curse the snake people.

"Over here." The priest pointed to a quiet corner where the three men, including Ryebe, were tinkering with a canoe. Out of respect for their dwarf master, he did not interfere with the canoe's construction.

Although he wanted to suggest that a symbol of Tyr's Hand of Justice should be carved on the bow, he refrained from doing so, as it was a mature man's duty not to dabble in childish topics.

The two looked at each other from two meters apart, and Eileen spoke first: "As far as I know, the priests of Tyre usually only operate in the city. What made you go to the trouble of coming to Riverside Town?"

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"Without me, you would die here, Eileen Vishy." Victor's tone was cold and hard. He had met many shrewd nobles who sometimes practiced the path of justice and protected the safety of their people, but more often they practiced the path of ruling.

A cold road paved with countless sacrifices. The Griffin Kingdom, famous for its animal taming skills, governs in a way similar to taming wild beasts. The difference is that wild beasts can actually kill people, while ordinary people are just a flock of lambs.

"I thank you for your help, thank you from the bottom of my heart—" Eileen touched her chest and nodded, expressing her gratitude for the action proposed by the pastor. She had no ill will towards this seemingly arrogant and harsh pastor, but there were some things she needed to clarify.

"Did the church send you? What is the mission of High Priest Wycliffe?" Eileen was observing the pastor's expression. Her agreement with Marcus was to keep the town as it was as possible.

With only merchants entering, Eileen believed that Riverside Town could retain most of its traditions, even though she had never been there. She had heard that they had become like the barbarians of the North, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and engaging in incestuous relationships.

The church has a disciplinary function, often correcting people's bad habits in the name of God. The pastor's adherence is often the ethical bottom line of society, and the pastors of Tyre are known for their strictness, tolerating no sin whatsoever.

"I will not interfere in the affairs of Linhe Town—Miss Vicy."

Thank you for your understanding.

After a busy day turning a pine tree into a canoe, Marcus and Bardin celebrated with bottles of water, saying it was a day to remember for rye beer, as they now had their own little boat.

The figurehead is quite charming, with an empty wine bottle tied to one end of the bow with a hemp rope, swaying and rocking on the water, and a crisp echo can be heard when the glass bottle hits the water.

"I have to celebrate, you're on the tab," Marcus said with a smile, urging everyone to get on the boat. He assured everyone that this trip would be unforgettable.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut about some things, Marcus. Maybe it was your jinx that let that ship get away yesterday."

Trish was very disgusted.

"As expected, Boss Hawke was right; women are even more unpredictable than the Water Queen."

"Um?"

"Get on board! Let's get back as soon as possible; I'm going to the tavern for a celebratory drink."

Faced with such an irresponsible captain, the group had no choice but to board the pirate ship and drift downstream. Without the need for all five of them to row together, the soldiers were still doing hard labor, sitting at the stern and swinging the crude oars from side to side to adjust the direction of the drift.

The journey went more smoothly than expected. We set off at dusk and arrived late at night. It wasn't until Eileen's stomach started growling that the canoe finally reached the dock in Linhe Town.

Marcus spent a small amount of money to have Hank, who managed the boardwalk, watch over the canoe he had made himself. As he entered the street, he gazed at the town, where the drainage pipes were nearly half laid, and pondered many things.

He glanced at Eileen Vishy, ​​who was observing Linhe Town with the curiosity of a child: "Miss Eileen, would you like to try Linhe Town's specialty, braised pork lung? I guarantee it's an experience you've never had before."

"Pig lungs—stewed meat." Eileen muttered to herself. She rarely ate offal; these were things the poor ate in the city. But if she wanted to rely on this town to help her family escape the financial crisis, she had to know how the people here lived, loved, and died.

She smiled gently, her face radiant: "I'm really looking forward to it. Oh, by the way, Trish said the fruit here is delicious, and the tavern has..."

"Is that right?"

"Of course, I'll just have little York buy some; he loves running errands for Trissy."

"That's because I always tip him, unlike some two people who make their kids run errands and don't give them anything," Trish muttered to herself. She let out a long sigh and waved for the large bag of spoils Marcus was carrying. "I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest."

Zhuoer looked at Eileen and said softly, "She should sleep in the tavern."

"Taverns aren't safe."

"That's not what you initially told me."

"It's a special case, so don't keep breathing on your skin. I'll bring you bananas and mangoes when I come back."

Zhuoer sighed again and walked alone back to the beer courtyard. She needed to think carefully about what kind of fool would deliberately mess with a Zhuoer during this strange journey on the surface.

"Miss Trish seems a bit... downcast. Perhaps you should go back with her," Eileen continued. "Sometimes, loneliness needs companionship. Even if you don't speak, just having someone by your side is a great comfort."

"Don't worry, Trish is always like this. Sometimes you can't impose your habits on others. Give her some time alone—hehe."

Marcus waved his hand, signaling the four to set off immediately; he was determined to win tonight!

As soon as I stepped into the pig lung tavern, I heard the familiar bard's tune. He plucked the strings of his lute and continued singing songs that everyone loved to hear.

"She had a pair of dark eyes that I couldn't help but reach out and touch. When I touched those eyes, the room was too dark, and she was breathing heavily in the darkness—"

"Damn it, it's him again," Bardin muttered. He had disliked this bard for a long time; all he did every day was linger between thighs and snow-white skin, spouting the same old clichés.

"Let him be. Drinking, eating, and playing cards are the important things." Marcus greeted Aunt Nora: "Auntie, bring me a pot of fragrant stew, and have young York get some fruit. I have a friend here."

Nora glanced at Eileen, who was observing the layout of the tavern, and teased her in a subtle tone: "Marcus, ever since you became an adventurer, there have been more and more beautiful girls around you. First, there was the mysterious mage, then Trissy, and now there's a girl from the city. Tell me, when are you planning to get married? There aren't many single men your age in town."

"That pervert Kuran isn't even married yet, why should I be in such a hurry?"

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